Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1078: Chapter 1076: Oath Abandoner Chapter 1078: Chapter 1076: Oath Abandoner I’ve grown so relaxed that I’m making judgments based on feelings!

This employer of mine is really in a worse state.

Admiring Lady Cecilia’s smiling face, Fu Qian silently praised her in his heart.

The pervasive aggressiveness that was once hidden is no longer evident. It seems she has heeded my counseling advice from yesterday and has begun entering the legendary wall-gazing state.

And such an ultimate form, where no one knows whether Lady Cecilia herself believes she’s still an Actor, can be considered the first step of reverse teasing the audience.

I believe that over time, this will lay a solid foundation for cognitive disarray.

But that’s fine. In the context of time, experience is most precious.

And what I’m best at is muddying the waters. Regardless of her motives, once she gets used to some new behaviors, as she wavers between feeling and reason, it will be time to consider some spiritual guidance.

“I’m leaving today. I asked Tan Ying to take me here to see you before that.”

Lady Cecilia mentioned this offhandedly.

Take a look, or let me take a look?

I have a feeling that, after heeding my advice, she wants me to see for myself her wall-gazing state.

Fu Qian wasn’t stingy with his approval for this request, showing an appreciative expression as he assessed the situation.

“Won’t you stay for a few more days?”

But at the same time, his invitation to stay was utterly insincere.

“No, this visit was too rushed; I didn’t bring a lot of things.”

Lady Cecilia seemed very satisfied with his reaction, and unsurprisingly, shook her head.

“When I pay your next salary, I’ll consider staying for a few more days.”

Indeed, someone bothered by inheritance issues sure knows how to speak well.

Fu Qian sighed to himself.

“Let’s go. I’ll treat you to lunch.”

It would be unreasonable not to host someone employing his services who even brought up the fact herself.

…

As a conscientious employer, Lady Cecilia ultimately didn’t let Fu Qian spend a penny and accepted Tan Ying’s suggestion instead.

It was clear that the latter quite approved of Fu Qian’s culinary skills, and the ingredients had already been purchased and left in the car downstairs.

Moreover, from the conversation that followed, it became obvious that they were purchased according to Lady Cecilia’s preferences—very thoughtful planning.

After all the hustle and bustle, the luncheon was thoroughly enjoyable for both host and guest.

Throughout the entire process, from beginning to end, whether it was the Bronze Lady or the Gigantic Brain, Lady Cecilia did not mention a word, exuding full confidence.

…

As Tan Ying took the guest to the airport, with the sun already at an angle, Fu Qian tidied up the house, put on the Bronze Headband, and activated the mark on his wrist.

Considering that the Bronze Lady clearly lost her Transcendent properties, he chose to stay home.

[Alert, containment accident]

[Name: Oath Dragon, Number: 2-002]

[Today’s task content has been updated, enter the containment scenario of 2-002, complete re-containment]

[Would you like to consume 1 SAN point to begin?]

So, it’s still not alright?

Not surprised by the warning, Fu Qian focused his attention on another voice.

It turned out that, after wearing the headband, the murmured words didn’t change despite being in the warehouse.

It seems Miss Liushuang, the volunteer, has decided on this for sure.

Fu Qian shook his head and removed the headband, placing it on the table.

[Yes]

The next moment, he responded with his thoughts.

…

[Today’s task has begun, entering the containment scenario of 2-002]

[Current SAN Points: 107, Current Inspiration: 99]

[Choose the Skills and Items you want to carry]

Everything seems normal, the number is neither high nor low, no restrictions on abilities or items.

Most important of all, I’m now at one hundred percent.

Looks like I can flex my muscles again on my favorite weekend.

Feeling greatly comforted, Fu Qian began the familiar ritual of selecting all and confirming, then turned his attention to the equipment on the table.

Perhaps… this time just flex muscles and feet?

He quickly decided, and determinedly forwent all weapons including Mercy, opting to fully pack various auxiliary items instead.

Of course, that’s a euphemism.

Considering his more than one instance of destructive behavior, apart from the ring that could easily blend into flesh and blood, the only truly convenient items to carry right now were the Eternal Clarity Mind and the Worm Whistle.

And of course, he still brought the Pontiff’s Gifted Mask, which is also highly recognizable.

Although I’m not planning to wear it on my face all the time, being low-profile is an eternal virtue.

[…1%…5%…15%…45%…75%…95%…100%, containment scenario loading complete]

[In the depths of the Wasteland, amidst ancient ruins.

Even those Hunters far from settlements and on long journeys occasionally seek a respite.

A small store has arisen amidst the ruins—a tempting lure of food and alcohol in the struggle for survival on the brink of death.

Of course, for Transcendents, these are still not essential for survival, and so its business isn’t exactly booming.

But today is different. The usually quiet store is gathered with Transcendents of different origins and varying abilities.

For these few days each year, bright light will descend from the sky at any moment, and the powers hidden within the world’s crevices will reveal themselves.

To enter is to perhaps gain something from that unreal existence.

All Transcendents who reach this place are unwilling to easily let go of this opportunity.

Perhaps this is why the store owner has persisted.

Of course, no matter when, the price of food and alcohol remains quite steep.

Fortunately, you’re not hungry at the moment, and no matter what, staying a night in the ruins behind the store doesn’t require payment.]

I…

Listening to this, it seems I’m returning to the Wasteland first, but what is this introduction at the end?

Does the warehouse teach you to be frugal?

No virtual funds for the mission execution?

Frowning at this mockery, my senses have already returned.

[Achieve containment by ensuring Oath Abandoner’s survival by dawn.]

This time, the containment requirement appeared smoothly.

But this nature and designation…

Rescue instead of kill is one thing, but Oath Abandoner?

This term, combined with the once-a-year event mentioned earlier, easily reminds me of the various pledges I’ve encountered before.

I wonder if the bright light pursued by the many mighty Transcendents on this journey has anything to do with this.

Also, until dawn, the duration of the mission isn’t long.

Looking through a side window, Fu Qian checked the time outside.

With the full moon high, it seems to be nearing midnight.

That means at most, the mission won’t last more than ten hours.

The work duration is humane enough.

At the same time, I shouldn’t need to exert too much effort considering hiding a body.

Right, the first thing I became aware of when my senses returned was the smell of blood.

Of course, unlike the last visit, it wasn’t my own head that exploded.

Right now, a headless corpse lies prostrate at my feet, blood streaming freely, mere half a step away from my toes.