Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 967: Chapter 965 Cosmic Aberration Colors Chapter 967: Chapter 965 Cosmic Aberration Colors A skill too overbearing to use discretely, but with curious effects on special occasions.

As Fu Qian lamented the unpredictability of life, he quickly commented on his first reward.

Considering it was a new effect of Decree Residue, safety should not be too much of an issue, hence—

Feeling something new added to his consciousness, Fu Qian snapped his fingers and unabashedly activated it.

Theoretically, the warehouse should also be a special existence. Would the Brilliant Tyrant’s presence trigger any special response?

A strange feeling of self-expansion washed over him, but within half a second, Fu Qian’s perspective had elevated significantly.

At the same time, the sound of tearing was incessant.

Realizing something, Fu Qian looked down to find his clothes and pants already torn to strips.

…Is it true that one should not inflate themselves too much?

Fu Qian sighed long and hard. Here, unlike during tasks, this damage could not heal.

And if this appearance were seen by others, it would surely tarnish the reputation of the Grand Fate Ming Emperor.

But since things had progressed this far… Fu Qian refocused on the changes happening to him.

Under the state of a Brilliant Tyrant, it was not merely about expanding his body size to over two meters tall.

Although there were no spectacular effects, Fu Qian could clearly sense layers of indescribable, invisible ripples encircling him.

Was this the embodiment of “I am the will of heaven”? Twisting everything around constantly and subduing all existence?

Overbearing!

Fu Qian stood with his hands behind his back, adopting a pose that looked down upon the world.

Regrettably, his badly torn trousers slightly diminished his majesty.

Besides that, neither the warehouse under his feet nor the surrounding tables and chairs showed any response.

Obviously, whether foolish or not, the warehouse’s status was high, facing the little Tyrant as stable as Mount Tai.

This must have also been why he had not been stopped earlier.

Next time, he should try it in a place slightly less high-end and remember to simultaneously conjure the Bone Armor.

After practicing the skill, Fu Qian summarized his insights and canceled the effect.

As his body shrank back down, he began to examine his special reward.

[Name: Minuscule Cosmic Aberration]

[Type: Special Item]

[An old lantern that can neither be lit nor even opened, houses a disc of cosmic, ancient brilliance aberration within its belly, casting a dim light.

When used, tap three times continuously, the disturbed aberration greatly brightens the lantern and randomly projects the illusion of a noble Cosmic Deity, with remnants of old authority and divine might aloft.

After each use, it must rest for a week, during which it can’t be disturbed]

[Remarks: From the profound depths of the cosmos, helps in understanding one’s own insignificance]

This… is kind of amazing!

Cosmic Deity illusions? Tap three times to call a lantern genie and make a wish?

It’s hard to imagine such a beautiful scene, the introduction clearly states the old divine might persists, likely not so easy to communicate, and it’s even random without being able to specify.

But even so, it still too powerful, a phantom of a deity with authority.

Given the nature of this Supernatural World, it feels like anything could happen after using it.

Additionally, the title Cosmic Deity is quite interesting—does it correspond to native deities?

Hard to say, but if he finds a suitable projection hall, he could use it as a slideshow for learning more.

Besides, the design of this item… why does it look so familiar?

Fu Qian examined the item in his hand.

The black cylindrical belly, not very large, if he’s not mistaken, it looks like something from the same factory as the Card of Death Observation he drew, only without those pink eyeballs inside.

Instead, it’s replaced with a faintly glowing, indescribably colored brilliance swirling inside, reminiscent of his previous research on 1-105.

Was this a fleece pulled from a Prism of Radiant Transformation due to his outstanding performance?

Fu Qian grasped the implication.

That also made sense, but he didn’t know if a tap might immediately summon that being, then deliver a striking blow?

The thought had just arisen when Fu Qian, always ready for misadventure, naturally stretched out his hand.

Unfortunately, he soon realized some invisible barrier prevented him from tapping.

So this can’t be used here?

Fu Qian understood instantly.

It seems the warehouse allows the Tyrant’s presence, but the projection of a Divine Being is perhaps too much.

All right, it looks like his slideshow learning plan had to be paused.

With slight regret, Fu Qian moved his hand away and placed the lantern on a nearby table.

Although the process was slightly perilous, the rewards were prolific.

Both rewards were special, useful in specific situations, and most importantly, he had discovered a venerable name—Prism of Radiant Transformation.

Faced with such overtly maligned and greatly threatening entities, how could he only passively endure? Next, he would activate the intelligence system to confirm exactly what sacred being it was.

[Today’s work is done. You may now leave the warehouse; weekly progress is 1/4]

In the familiar notification sound, Fu Qian grabbed the Emissary’s Mask and wore it on his face.

Of course, while previously these notifications elicited no feelings, now they inevitably invoked a sense of melancholy.

He thought having three days off was already peerless in the world. What kind of divine day is once a month?

…

“Mr. Fang, are you… taking action again?”

Adorned in his specially made trench coat, Fu Qian succeeded in catching Miss Wen completely by surprise.

The Great Wheel King’s return made her first thought that Shangjing would once again be thrown into turmoil.

“You’re after all among the first tier below the Demigods, what’s there to be nervous about?”

His response was a disdainful look.

It was his third day acting as a bodyguard here. Considering his formidable presence, Miss Wen was extraordinarily reassured.

Not only was her status visibly more stable, but the psychological impact was even profoundly subtle, at times so unnoticeable even he hardly detected it.

This joy of his findings even spread to everyone inside and out, thanks to her ability.

Even the lady cleaning Fu Qian’s room moved more lightly, her face brightened.

Her only issue was still lacking some self-awareness of a powerful being.

Perhaps the pressure of having the Grand Fate Ming Emperor, a stunning and brilliant person nearby, was too great?

Not entirely unreasonable, though entirely unnecessary, as he’s always been one to oppress the masses.

“It is… but I’m not quite used to it yet.”

Wen Li was always brave enough to admit her faults and immediately smiled apologetically.

“Do you need me to help prepare a mask?”

She was quite keen on masks, even believed to have stock ready.

“No need for now.”

Fu Qian declined her kind offer, casually flipping open a corner of his trench coat to reveal the tattered trouser legs beneath.

“It was just expansion earlier.”