Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1877: Chapter 1872: Vessel Seedbed (27)

”The designation of ’virgin’ at the top of the No. 2 series is proving more than deserved.

The mission environment is hostile, with a destructive physical countdown that drives one mad. If the hypothesis holds true, any slightest mistake could lead to digging one’s own grave.

First, the concealment is overwhelmingly strong. It’s undetectable even when faced by a demigod at the second phase, and not even I, the Master of the Dream Realm, while activating the Clear Dream Ring, can sense anything amiss.

This situation is enough for any intuitionist who disregards theoretical guidance to rule out Jill as a suspect.

Even if you’re someone who’s completely mad and relies on neither intuition nor logic, it’s no use.

Slaying all visible life does not solve the problem.

The existential integration into this place, under the Unity of Heaven and Man, only increases discovery difficulty.

At that moment, the Administrator is faced with complete mental fragmentation.

Perhaps the next thoughts will tend towards filling an ocean with rocks.

Of course, even if I guided myself here with logic and theoretical principles, the situation remains grim.

Jill is fundamentally a mere seedbed.

While not doubting her subjective initiative at this moment, her opponent could be any Guardian Knight, significantly more powerful than a demigod.

Moreover, she doesn’t have much time left.

This is why utilizing the Clear Dream Ring to assist her, along with Mr. Scholar, is crucial.

Watching Jill’s expression drastically change, in that moment, with eyes observing the nose and nose observing the heart, Fu Qian turned his gaze toward the Scholar.

”What’s the matter with Jill—you mean it’s on her body? Cough, cough...”

Though having a delayed realization, as someone who follows a route of intelligence, the Scholar subconsciously questioned, then suddenly reacted with a longer bout of coughing.

Judging from this somewhat excited state, even though it’s just a temporary survival team, the atmosphere is quite maintained, indicating some concern for Jill’s situation.

Unfortunately... drawing a finger, a flowing line of blood struggled but resolutely tore itself from Jill’s neck.

...

No rush of blood, only dry bone and flesh falling apart.

This change was excessively symbolic, clearly understood by both the parties involved and the onlookers, signifying its meaning.

The erosion by the Crimson Frenzy has reached its final stage, initiating the real countdown.

”Your Excellency might be mistaken; I believe Jill couldn’t be the one... Can you save her?”

The Scholar did not attempt to escape but looked towards Jill, finally unable to hold back, and said.

”No, you must believe in your teammate; she might be able to save you.”

Unfortunately, the Scholar’s perspective ultimately fell short of Jill’s; Fu Qian succinctly responded and encouraged.

”But she doesn’t have time... Can you at least heal her a bit?”

Rejected, the Scholar finally recalled the entire course of Sinners’ performance, realizing his own naivety.

Of course, enlightening was unsuccessful; his tone carried despair as he struggled to appeal with reason.

”No, she can only give herself time.”

Unfortunately, the response remained cold.

...

Momentarily petrified, the Scholar looked at Jill with a lack of emotion, as if seeing his own future amidst the pain.

Seeing his stance, Fu Qian also expressed satisfaction.

Outside the dream, Jill’s progress was naturally not so rapid.

This extra effect was merely meant to urge.

As for the conversation with the Scholar, it wasn’t due to any malicious interest.

Everyone has their value; the Scholar was also integrated into the Clear Dream Ring to ensure Ms. Jill’s immersion, preventing disbelief from such trivial matters.

On the other hand, he was an ideal fit for creating the atmosphere.

Expressive, resourceful yet indecisive, with a certain concern for Jill.

Each exchange helped profoundly make Ms. Jill recognize her precarious situation.

Although it seemed insufficient.

”Your Excellency...”

Unable to bear it any longer, she finally opened her eyes, with hands trembling as they reached for her neck.

Although Jill’s voice was near unrecognizable, the despair within was palpable.

”Remember An’s words?”

Unfortunately, she was facing the stony-hearted Evil God.

Gently meeting her gaze, Fu Qian comforted her like a lamb falling into eternal darkness and provided final guidance.

”An... Embrace it, not resist...”

Jill’s mind was evidently still turning; unconsciously repeating, she seemed to understand something.

...

The first Plague Knight was indeed vile, as this active embrace appeared meaningful.

Seeing Jill close her eyes again, successfully led astray, Fu Qian did not miss any changes in the dream.

As its parallel with reality, Jill’s actions were naturally insufficient to provoke a truly evil outcome, but were not devoid of meaning.

Layering the dual insights of the second phase and the Master of the Dream Realm, under Jill’s attempt at self-corruption, a slight exceptional change was finally detected.

To describe it specifically, her connection with the surroundings, or this prison, grew closer.

Somewhat resembling those animal-like Crimson Angels, yet more distinct in certain ways.

An ideal vessel to be infused, fitting this description well.

This was by no means a good thing, but ”An’s” words clearly held significant allure without my deterrence.

By then, this group would undoubtedly fall at a faster pace, and the Knights’ descent would likely gain an advantage.

Their appearance, lacking clarity of the situation, instantly enabling such blatant deceit, indeed speaks volumes for the ”Knight” title.

Still, it wasn’t enough.

Despite detecting this change, there’s still no trace of a hidden virgin in the perception.

Jill’s demeanor also reflected this; although nearly driven to mental collapse, she still gained nothing.

The time remaining for me was running out.

In reality, outside the Clear Dream Ring, an asleep Jill now genuinely had blood strands beginning to tear from her neck—

Stepping forward, a fingertip drew a bloodline that was also torn; Fu Qian sensed and forcibly maneuvered it bit by bit to Jill’s neck.

”An” also mentioned that Crimson Angels could devour each other.

A true researcher never only drives others into danger.

Wondering if this special curse link could allow seeing more through Jill.

This is the last nitrous boost on the road to visiting the virgin.