Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2780: Chapter 2775: 13th Day Discussions (32)

Only seven days left.

Time isn’t as plentiful as imagined. Just a few steps took up half of it already.

At that moment, the therapy center was very quiet, and Wayne Falter beside him was even quieter.

As the main instigator of this stimulus, Fu Qian felt no shame, only a sigh in his heart.

This ethereal and detached demeanor was, of course, not merely to provoke others.

At that moment, he was truly savoring the atmosphere of this place.

To be fair, it was indeed a good place, even the phrase ”makes one never want to leave” had a different interpretation on him.

As a mission numbered 1, so far there hadn’t been any intense conflicts, nor overly insoluble dilemmas causing loss of control.

Yet it’s precisely this place that relaxes the body and mind, in a subtle way, steering everything towards an inevitable, unstoppable destruction.

From the girl with the hairpin to Lady Trish, then from the Recorder to Wayne Falter before him... In theory, his actual time in activity at the therapy center was less than an hour, with the Well of Time appearing four times in succession.

This was even after taking some precautions himself.

Almost every person he encountered, beneath their apparently normal facade, carried a sense of shattering into the Abyss along with everything around them.

To be honest, this was more in line with Fu Qian’s imagination of a ”mental rehabilitation center”.

Perhaps some might instinctively think that ”madness” must manifest as hysteria, potentially violent at any moment.

Or perhaps appearing normal while the mind is irreparably twisted, distancing them entirely from the rest of humanity.

That’s somewhat stereotyped. In Fu Qian’s view, these people he met were instead the more natural mode.

They might each have their stories, but they are normal people, with no issues in cognition and logic, and nothing suspicious in normal exchanges—until you accidentally approach a certain ”well”.

A well torn by unresolved knots of the heart... and then you’re dragged along all the way down.

Of course, today wasn’t about doing a psychiatric analysis.

The reason for such a metaphor was that he seemed to sense a deeper danger.

...

Perhaps this place was fraught with danger, where encountering anyone might drag you down the well.

But theoretically, with just so many people in the therapy center, as long as your SAN Points are sufficient, trial and error might sufficiently assess the dangers, setting up precautions during actions.

The truly tricky aspect, however, seemed, in fact, to be the existence of the ”director”.

Dealing with such ”omniscient” figures with swindler styles, with nothing but a mortal body, is undeniably at a disadvantage.

Especially considering the opponent’s stance, as if fully committed to keeping you here, contrary to the precise target of containment.

But frankly, this kind of unequal confrontation wasn’t the first he had experienced.

At least Fu Qian still didn’t think there was no hope at all, but he worried about something more peculiar...

Could these wells lead this victim to some even more unimaginable realms?

And what special meaning might the forthcoming judgment day hold?

Such thoughts couldn’t be ignored, especially with the warehouse’s direct attestation—this was a mission that must be completed.

Even with his ”do-or-die” authority, he had to grit his teeth and burn SAN Points here, unable to simply skip it at the cost of 5 points.

Then there’s the particularly special thing he found—a name.

Laxik, a spirit worn and crumbled in endless Reincarnation, may have been here before... Could there be a causal link between the two?

”Believe me, if you really like it here, there’s plenty of chance to stay.”

After Fu Qian drastically exaggerated the mission risk, Wayne Falter finally came to his senses and coldly commented on his words.

Even somewhat cynically, hinting at abandoning the insistence on bringing Fu Qian out.

”Follow me.”

Yet, the action seemed contradictory, turning to walk ahead immediately, wasting no time or allowing Fu Qian to bargain.

...

”Aren’t you curious about where we’re heading?” ℯℯ𝑙.

Fu Qian naturally cared little for such a small impoliteness, not to mention that Wayne Falter was technically still helping.

He responded almost instantly and followed, and soon they walked along a small path shaped like flowers made of red bricks, rather than returning the way they came.

The overly cooperative attitude, however, made the guide seem awkward.

Though still focused, leading without a glance left or right, Wayne Falter casually asked at a certain moment.

”Aren’t we finding a safe place to hide?”

This time, it was Fu Qian who was puzzled, as if to say, you already gave the answer before, why a quiz again?

”What I mean is... where do you think is more in line with our standards?”

The excessive relaxation of the escapee almost gave a spiritual blow.

This time Wayne Falter, though not silent, obviously deliberated on the wording, making the question more straightforward.

”You really asked the right person. I just got intel—there’s a place in the therapy center that’s both the most dangerous and the safest—do you know where it is?”

Fu Qian instantly perked up, generously offering insight, even turning the inquiry back around.

”Of course, I know... but are you sure you want to hide in Servis’ office? That’s a whole day afterwards.”

At that moment, Wayne Falter seemed quite astonished, abruptly turning around to look at him.

”I’m really curious about that place.”

Fu Qian appeared utterly fearless.

”Even if Servis isn’t there, people occasionally go in and out.”

Wayne Falter continued admonishing, seemingly having forgotten his earlier displeasure.

”Indeed, that’s a problem; it’s always impolite to scare people.”

Fu Qian seemed to finally heed some advice, slightly nodding in agreement.

Though his concerns varied from usual, notably focused on matters of etiquette.

”So you’re abandoning the idea?”

Wayne Falter didn’t comment much, only confirming he had abandoned the mad notion.

”Of course not, but isn’t it unimportant now since you’re leading the way?”

Fu Qian merely shook his head, suggesting curiosity was an insatiable lure, while casually countering.

”Guess that’s true... then where do you think we’re heading now?”

Momentarily unchallenged, yet Wayne Falter persisted, repeating the old question.

”Servis’ office?”

Fu Qian blinked.

...

”Answer—correct!”

Fu Qian’s answer momentarily brought about a suffocating silence, which was soon broken.

Turning back, Wayne Falter seemed astonished by his persistence, yet showed an unprecedented smile.

”But it’s not about hiding there... the game is over, Mr. Fu.”