Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2442: Chapter 2437: The Prophet Is Dead (48)

”But is his voice really that decisive? I thought you all made team decisions.”

The demeanor was truly candid and natural. For a moment, the Clown occupying Yuan Fang’s recliner genuinely seemed to have the aura of a Dark Prophet.

Fu Qian didn’t question his statement, sitting there calmly chatting, even opening his helmet again, short of holding a handful of sunflower seeds.

”At least in the eyes of the Death Angel, this seems more efficient, such as when secretly guiding their actions.”

Another explosive piece of information, the Clown obviously was not interested in team spirit, but nodded towards the Lord’s side, continuing with astonishing revelations.

Indeed, is it a core team leading the charge, remotely controlling outside members as cannon fodder?

The conjecture about the fate of the Lord and the others was confirmed. Fu Qian nodded slightly.

”I understand, so that’s why the Black Doctor knew the term ’Death Angel,’ but guidance and enlightenment are not the same concept, right?”

As the first to provide information related to the Death Angel, how could Fu Qian forget about that lake dweller?

”Of course, the Death Angel can merely sense who the lucky ones are, casually slipping something in, guiding them in the desired direction.”

Completely devoid of a concept of secrecy, the Clown was tossing out leadership’s confidential information as if it cost nothing.

”For example, opening that door.”

Clicks of the tongue could be heard, Fu Qian seemed comfortably engrossed in gossip.

If what the Clown said was true, then in all the Demigods’ actions, it seemed one could try to deduce Lord Ah Wei’s will.

Such as the Gate of Freedom, which influences the entire Unseen Hillock’s ecosystem.

And then there’s the already clearly outlined ’Eternal Night’ plan.

Indeed, the strong never complain about the environment. Upon being sent here, that figure displayed quite some ambition and determination.

”It’s indeed a good idea, except it consumed one of my doors.”

His tone was somewhat disdainful, and at that moment, the Clown even turned back to admire the dead silence behind him.

”The door was yours? Just as I thought, based on my understanding of the two of them, they probably lacked such creativity.”

Receiving another shocking piece of information, Fu Qian found it reasonable.

To have thought of leveraging the Prophet’s disappearance to orchestrate such a feat and achieve such excellent results indeed required some sociological acumen.

Regardless of rank, in his eyes, the Clown far surpassed others in this regard.

Besides, let’s not forget, there are some props with a similar style right in front of us.

Eyes landing on the cloth bag and duck in the water, Fu Qian remained seated steadily, appearing completely unconcerned about the box beneath him.

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”Of course, the Black Doctor simply ’mistakenly assumed’ it was his own idea.”

Grim Ballard’s reaction clearly amused the Clown greatly.

”Your assessment is very accurate; he was indeed too mediocre.”

Disguising nothing of his piqued interest, he unceremoniously scorned the already fallen Demigod.

”Mediocrity isn’t scary, pairing it with high self-esteem, however, is disastrous.”

Fu Qian assumed a knowing stance, shaking his head with a sigh.

”But this raises a question. If guidance can achieve such a level, why does the Death Angel still need to form this core team? Why not just be a solo puppeteer?”

But then, changing his tone, Fu Qian seemed to have pinpointed some inconsistencies.

”Hiss... Could it be that I’m harder to guide?”

This question seemed somewhat sharp, and the Clown exaggeratedly gasped, choosing to respond with a counter-question.

”This is indeed a factor to consider.”

Fu Qian appeared lost in thought, deducing based on his own reasoning.

”For someone like you, tempting with profit is obviously harder to execute. High-level talent still needs to be wooed with ideology. It seems like the ’Eternal Night’ the Death Angel wants to achieve is also something you’d be pleased to see.”

Not finding the Clown’s ranking an issue at all, Fu Qian categorizes him ahead of people like the Black Doctor while demonstrating his management insight.

It’s not flattery. For any organizer, characters like the Clown are challenging—unattached and independent. He appears disinterested in becoming a Demigod either.

Fortunately, the Clown does have desires; the madness and destruction in his will nearly overflowed.

Once this is understood, the Death Angel wouldn’t even need to entice him with benefits — just sketch a future filled with sufficient fun.

”Eternal Night, huh? Haha... Indeed, it’s more interesting than before.”

The Clown emitted a string of deranged laughter, though his gaze around wasn’t as enraptured.

”So you agree with this statement?”

And the next moment, as if by magic, he pulled out a microphone, directly handing it to Fu Qian, confirming with the tone of a quiz show host.

Bang! Bang!

Though the contestant appeared entirely unperturbed, Fu Qian even reached out and tapped on the microphone.

This thing really was powered.

”Certainly not.”

Nodding in satisfaction, Fu Qian even leaned closer to give his final decision the next moment.

”It’s a reason, but certainly not sufficient in my view.”

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Oh?

At that moment, the Clown seemed genuinely surprised, nearly hugging the microphone to his chest.

Though it probably was from the ringing in his ears, as the sound indeed was quite loud.

”So in your view, the truly sufficient reason is—”

But daring to come to the mic, the Clown quickly adjusted his posture, handing back the microphone, demonstrating his crowd-control capabilities.

Even while his voice grew excited, he faced the center of the lake as if addressing an invisible audience.

”He fears death.”

Fu Qian, not disappointing, provided a robust answer.

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”Ah, ha... haha...”

Though echoing throughout, that moment felt eerily silent, as if suffocating.

Until the Clown’s uncontrolled laughter burst forth, almost burning out the microphone as it incessantly continued.

Death Angel fears death—a somewhat contradictory answer that rendered a stage mishap unavoidable. The Clown looked nearly ready to jump into the lake to cool off.

”Cor-rect a-n-swer!”

Yet, he finally adhered to his duty, sternly announcing the answer before that occurred.

”Indeed, he fears death and requires someone to stand in when necessary—like here, wasting your time to buy opportunities for his grand plan.”

Moreover, the Clown went on to explain the answer in detail, successfully revealing his real purpose for waiting here during the process.

”I know, but how is it a waste of time?”

The contestant was unexpectedly unfazed, as Fu Qian sat there, even earnestly correcting his statement.

”Let’s talk a bit more about that crying sound.”