Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1206: Chapter 1204: The Bamboo Joint Worms of Night Holy City (Part 12)

Yuan Shan’s last vision was Fu Qian tossing a dark, hefty cage directly over her head.

The incomprehensible emotion lasted only a few seconds; her vision then showed the cage returning to Fu Qian’s hands.

Of course, Yuan Shan couldn’t grasp the concept of “returning,” as she was busy introducing their destination.

“Welcome to… Night Holy City!”

“It’s an honor indeed!”

Fu Qian also nodded very cooperatively once again.

…

Indeed, resetting at will wasn’t so simple!

After the pleasantries, Fu Qian, who had used Transcendence, first reaction was to lower his head and look at his hands.

Out of his two traits, now only the Crystalline Sun remained.

Indeed, what was consumed was truly gone.

That egg, it seems, had already vanished into some unknowable historical error.

In other words, after using his only chance of reconsideration, he had completely lost the chance to transform into the “Immortal.”

Fu Qian remained utterly unshakeable by this.

His immediate recourse to Transcendence seemed rather hasty at first glance.

After all, theoretically speaking, it was only about an hour since he had consumed the trait.

Out of caution, it would have been prudent to test it a while longer before deciding, or even if confirming there truly was an issue to abandon, he should have seized the moment to investigate more about the mission target in preparation for the final competition.

But that was just on the surface.

In Fu Qian’s view, this behavior, which seemed like maximizing the use of all resources, carried an unignorable risk.

The Prism of Radiant Transformation aimed to prevent him from the right path; besides showing up to kill him after he consumed the correct trait, there was a simpler method—aiding him complete the mission after he consumed the wrong trait.

Or make completing the mission impossible.

In essence, the objective was to get him to enter into the mission settlement he was trying to avoid through Transcendence, thus locking in his state.

Therefore, once he had consumed the trait and confirmed there was no intervention, any further investigation needed to be very restrained.

Because if the Prism of Radiant Transformation tampered with the mission, his sole advantage lay in the fact that It did not know what his mission target was.

The several predecessors he met last time in the Abyss clearly belonged to a stage set It had prepared in advance, sharing the mission only after getting caught in the warehouse.

Otherwise, the mission would likely have been completed in seconds after he consumed the trait.

All in all, the longer he stayed in the situation just now, the risks would rapidly stack up.

The more he investigated, the more it helped It deduce things related to the mission.

Don’t forget Its dual-surname cat is not that far from him in physical distance, and even very familiar with Midas.

As for why to wear Headcage at the end, it’s simple—before initiating Transcendence, review all decisions in isolation to recheck for any possible interferences.

Anyway, restarting once, the cooldown limit of Headcage would also be canceled.

Just like Eternal Clarity Mind.

…

“What is this mess you are wearing?”

During her contemplation, Yuan Shan led Fu Qian outside and noticed his patchy attire again.

Of course, the shock factor was slightly less than last time, mainly because the egg was missing.

“It really is lively here at night.”

But facing her astonishment, Fu Qian was gazing at the seemingly brighter night, sighing deeply.

Such a swift reaction!

The first thing he realized after Transcendence was that something was different.

An omnipresent thing that had added on, naturally reminded Fu Qian of his experience in the Abyss.

Clearly, the Prism of Radiant Transformation had reacted, even without waiting for him to consume the trait fully.

Really, not providing even a sliver of loophole?

In theory, once he confirmed which was real and which was false, aside from consuming another trait during the mission, he had what appeared a more secure option.

That was, after Transcendence, to immediately end himself, fail the mission in such circumstances, then take the remaining trait to a safer place to consume.

Take Half-step Moon, or even just in one’s own living room.

But in the initial moment, Fu Qian had already tried Homeward, to no avail.

Though the Red Moon is unstable, the isolation it causes is excessively thorough.

Astonishingly decisive, could it be because one particular trait has disappeared together with entering history, these two conditions appearing together?

In short, it felt like any attempt to abandon the mission through self-annihilation likely wouldn’t work anymore.

What if one doesn’t consume the trait and still tries to forcefully complete the mission?

That seems even more impossible.

Fu Qian looked at the Night Holy City, whose colors had subtly shifted, and shook his head internally.

“Let me show you a magic trick.”

A magic trick?

Within Yuan Shan’s confused state, the other party astonishingly pulled out a silver-white pistol, pressing it against his head.

“What are you freaking out about?”

Unable to understand this action, she immediately furrowed her brows and spoke.

Though puzzled, Yuan Shan wasn’t overly anxious.

Even though the other party posed in the classic position for self-termination, for a Demigod such weaponry was almost certainly incapable of ensuring a successful suicide—

Yuan Shan’s train of thought was interrupted by a crisp ringing sound.

It was the other hand of the person, with a crystal clear Bell held between finger gaps, gently shaking it.

“What the hell is going on?”

As Yuan Shan spoke the latter half of her sentence, she already stepped back as if shocked by electricity yesterday.

The sensation of Extraordinary Power dispersing left her with a profound impact once again.

Of course, the next moment’s shock was even more intense, as she saw the hammer of the pistol pulled.

…

The expected gunfire did not occur; it seemed like a dud.

Click, click, click…

Before Yuan Shan could even comment, the other person continued pulling the trigger without hesitation.

The good thing about Revolvers is that one misfire doesn’t stop them; one can continue to shoot the remaining… duds?

Within Yuan Shan’s astonished gaze, Fu Qian’s pistol cylinder had evidently spun a full round.

The final outcome was that no gunshot was heard.

Impressive indeed!

Without continuing to fire, Fu Qian, admiringly, put down the pistol and poured out the bullets.

Sure, they are real, fine products of the Night Watchman.

It’s just too bad that even simultaneously ringing the Bell while trying to kill himself couldn’t escape the interference.

And this abnormal rate of misfires further confirmed the previous pessimistic suspicion—the Prism of Radiant Transformation was indeed present.

And its Ranking really exaggerates, the influence of Eternal Clarity Mind on it is negligible.

Most importantly, the Prism of Radiant Transformation’s goal is definitely not just to kill him as that would mean he only loses one SAN Point, which is meaningless.

At the very least, they would need to turn him into an idiot.

The situation is dire!

Fu Qian shook his head, looking at Yuan Shan who had recovered from the Eternal Clarity Mind.

“How was it?”

“Spectacular—”

The other party was clearly not very pleased, gritting her teeth as she looked at him.

“So what’s the point of going crazy like this?”

“You can’t see it?”

Facing the question, Fu Qian, who was loading bullets, looked shocked.

“This is the ammunition you provided me, is this the quality control from your side?”