Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1063: Chapter 1061 Blindsight Chapter 1063: Chapter 1061 Blindsight It wasn’t impossible.

At least some abilities seemed to require the Holy Grail’s deployment with one’s own assistance, which might indicate a rehabilitative effect.

Fu Qian recalled the moment of his own resurrection and even the Sage who had likewise been resurrected.

Unfathomable means—was this forbidden knowledge from beyond the stars?

Becoming stronger through corruption, indeed the truth did not deceive me.

Additionally, the reason why his own assistance was key had very direct evidence—the Holy Grail obviously repeated its trick at the end, and even the mission was completed as a result.

This was precisely the outcome he had anticipated. After realizing the existence of the Pure White Angel, it was the reaction he expected the Holy Grail to have.

But, compared to what he had observed before, this clearly wasn’t just about concealment; it felt more like a forceful severing of cause and effect, a temporary detachment from this world.

Indeed, it was an unimaginable method, but if the Holy Grail could do it alone, why did it have to have him search for it in the end?

Thus, with him as a tool, his significance to the Holy Grail was obviously immense.

Of course, it definitely hadn’t anticipated that its action of erasing its presence would just result in it falling into the warehouse’s clutches.

In summary, the tasks associated with first-phase items were indeed quite extraordinary.

In what seemed like a hopeless situation, he had actually experienced his first real sense of laying flat to get through.

Theoretically, one only needed the courage to reduce oneself to a puppet the last time, and with enough tries, one could likely succeed regardless of their constitution.

Of course, the professionalism of a mission undertaker lay in discovering that one could lay flat.

Analyzing the experiences of this journey, Fu Qian did not forget to compliment himself.

Alright, now it’s time to see the rewards for laying flat.

[Name: Blindsight]

[Type: Special Item]

[Introduction: An alternative eyeball, the embodiment of “ignorance.”

Once worn, it forms the Eye Within the Eye, sharing the concept of eyesight but not affecting you in any other way, nor can it be used to observe any other entities. As a result, no other entities will be able to observe it, and this process is irreversible.

Once shattered, it will lead you into a fate-induced stupor that not even Divine Beings can interfere with, be warned, you might never wake up again.]

[Remarks: When the self does not exist, neither do the gods.]

This is… plagiarism of the Pure White Angel’s authority? A transcendent version of “refusing to see and hear”?

As long as I stop thinking, even God can’t laugh?

He looked at the object that had appeared in his hand, and facing this miraculous gain, Fu Qian found himself lost in philosophical speculation for a moment.

It was a sphere that seemed to weigh almost nothing, its entire contour drawn by ethereal, gossamer threads.

Moreover, miraculously, no matter from which angle one looked, an “eye” was always visible on it.

And this “eye” was different in shape from any he had seen before.

Strange yet fascinating.

Rather than being disappointed by its seemingly nonsensical effect, Fu Qian quickly made an assessment.

“The inability to be observed by any entity” combined with “a fate-induced stupor Divine Beings cannot interfere with” already determined its undeniable value.

According to the item’s description, could it be worn?

He held the sphere up to his face, and the next moment, it seemed to be drawn by his closer left eye and quietly nestled against it.

A short while later, Fu Qian realized something had been added to his left eye and deeply integrated with his own existence.

He was certain that even if he removed his left eye and threw it away, when he regenerated a new one, the Eye Within the Eye would still be there.

At the same time, he could also shatter it through sheer will.

And according to the item introduction, that would lead him into another “stupor.”

He wondered, what form would never waking up again take? Becoming another Pure White Angel?

Fu Qian pondered the possible outcomes.

It undoubtedly was an action with great risks and side effects, and it was hard to ascertain its usefulness.

But regardless, having a disregard for Deity was enough; it might come in handy at any time.

After all, the list of his Deity enemies had grown rather rapidly recently.

And aside from this gain, the knowledge he had acquired from his visit to the Ancient Research Holy Land was indeed substantial.

All in all, Fu Qian was very satisfied with this rigorous mission.

Of course, an unavoidable question remained—while the Holy Grail was clearly packed away by the warehouse’s law enforcement fishing operation, the Pure White Angel should still be wandering around, right?

After all, it’s “unstoppable.”

In such a case, would his awareness of its existence bring some kind of fatal trouble?

It probably wouldn’t.

Fu Qian quickly dismissed this guess.

If that were the case, wouldn’t he indirectly possess an indestructible weapon?

As long as he wasn’t slain on the spot, whenever someone came looking for trouble, just shouting out that name would instantly grant him an undying thug.

Where could such good fortune come from!

The Pure White Angel was likely just sensitive to the Holy Grail, owing to the latter’s “omniscience” tendency.

Their authorities clearly conflicted in many ways; once the Holy Grail awoke to a certain degree, it would naturally threaten the existence of the Pure White Angel.

Of course, according to the mission summary, if he failed the task and the Holy Grail went back to sleep without detecting the Pure White Angel, such a misalignment of authorities would eventually lead to its complete collapse.

This was probably the reason the warehouse arranged this mission.

Otherwise, with the Pure White Angel guarding the Holy Grail, anyone trying to awaken it would be slain—an admittedly perfect match.

The Supernatural World was indeed unpredictable and mysterious; as an academic leader, he couldn’t slack off in his research at all.

Sorting through the plethora of information garnered, Fu Qian let out a sincere sigh.

The next moment, he picked up the Emissary’s Mask from the table, getting ready to put it on. Then he remembered something, rummaged beside it, and finally found a delicate rapier, a single crimson line running from tip to handle.

Although Miss Liushuang made a special point of sending a letter expressing her earnestness to volunteer, unfortunately, there were several urgent projects at hand, and it seemed there was no time to show her around the new lab.

Given the sensitive nature of this heiress’s family status, it’s hard to say when it’d be neat and tidy there.

The Weaver’s Tip wasn’t of much use to him, so he might as well dump it outside as compensation for destroying her sword back then.

Thinking back, he had met quite a few wealthy ladies recently; could there be some hidden aggregation principle in this world—wait a second!

Halting his action of putting on the mask again, Fu Qian frowned in recollection, trying to catch the glimmer of insight that had just flashed through his mind.

Wealthy ladies, he seemed to know more than just in this world…

Tan Ying was easy to explain, but Cecilia Gatesby’s appearance was a bit too dramatically coincidental.

A real aggregation principle?

The next moment, Fu Qian put down everything in his hands and activated the mark on his wrist.