Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2796: Chapter 2791: 13th Day Tales (48)

No wonder it was a gift left by Servis for the Director; things finally became mysterious.

The office remained quiet, the light barely enough to decipher the contents of the notebook, yet Fu Qian had no intention of turning on the lights.

Another Abyssal Chronicle locked in the safe of the attending doctor’s office?

Even after making so many transcendent assumptions before opening it, this definitely seemed quite bold.

One reason, naturally, was that it subtly broke the scientific atmosphere maintained so far.

Although upon entering the task, a multitude of absurdities had been encountered.

But excluding the Well of Time, which no one was aware of, the problematic people he had encountered could all still be explained by mental disturbances.

Lady Trish and her companion, the hairpin woman, Lady Black House, as well as Wayne Falter, and even the Recorder...

Although the behavior of all these people abstractly exceeded each other, strictly speaking their actions didn’t necessitate the introduction of the transcendent, remaining within the scope of pathological research.

Servis, as their attending doctor, could indeed be a worker with a passionate academic obsession.

However, the Abyssal Chronicle addendum in hand inevitably turned things towards the mysterious side, as if the surrounding Darkness had come alive.

As for the second reason, as mentioned before, besides being a strong transcendent-related item, the Abyssal Chronicle was even strongly related to himself.

This was no longer just an issue of the scientific atmosphere being broken but the story atmosphere being broken too.

Originally, in the story of this task, the Director was supposed to be the protagonist related to the Abyssal Chronicle, while he was merely an actor mingling among them.

But facing this situation, could it truly be considered a pure coincidence?

Was the notebook placed in the cabinet not prepared for him?

This feeling of a play within a play inevitably made one—delighted.

With a heartfelt sigh, Fu Qian reviewed his connection with the Abyssal Chronicle once again, further elevating his interest in this task.

Yes, although the Abyssal Chronicle was no longer in his hands, due to its special nature, it left a profound impression.

Unfortunately, apart from its ancient age, not much was known about its related origins.

If there’s a chance to explore it slightly, it would be considered an unexpected gain.

Besides, if it truly retained its magical nature.

A cold notebook capable of verifying truth and falsehood... It must be said that using it here seemed just right.

To guide the bewildered souls trapped in the sanatorium, dispel human heart Darkness, and illuminate the self.

Other than that... This doesn’t seem like an original piece?

...

The ”Abyssal Chronicle” in hand seemed to emphasize content more than form.

The recollection did not impede the hand’s action, Fu Qian quickly checked the notebook’s content, confirming it was identical to what he had seen before, yet he discovered a small detail.

The content was correct, but the handwriting was not.

Regarding the content related to Jia Keke, naturally, it was written when they first met on the ship.

The latter, as a secret guardian for navigation safety, found himself, full of rings, quite remarkable, thus disguising as a young lady attempting to approach.

But unfortunately, was instantly seen through and verified casually with the Abyssal Chronicle.

Besides himself, surely no one else would waste it like this.

However, at this moment, the casual jot reappeared without error, while the handwriting had completely changed, looking quite unfamiliar.

Even the other content was the same, including life tips from Bloodline Clan seniors, which were clearly different from what he first saw.

All he could say was that in the blink of an eye, the mystical index of this item in hand was still rising.

An instance of the Abyssal Chronicle? Did someone copy it for fun?

Honestly, it’s hard to believe it could be so simple, because on the notebook, new content had even appeared—

[This is the attending doctor’s office]

Right, continuing to peruse the newest part, Fu Qian saw content not present before he handed it to Su Gao on the notebook.

Given the notebook’s location, it indeed made sense.

It was entirely imaginable that someone used this sentence to verify its nature.

Nodding slightly, Fu Qian flipped directly to the latest page.

[Laxik cannot leave the sanatorium]

...

Did he truly come here? The Recorder old man is such a sincere person.

The last page of the notebook seemed filled with abundant emotional hues.

Specifically, it became increasingly irregular, finally unleashing into a wild script, as if one could see the person on the verge of a breakdown.

Ads by PubFuture Laxik... This name, which ran through an entire task, indeed was no ordinary, even played a significant role on Demon Mountain, seeming to have genuinely ventured through.

It could be seen that these last two sentences belonged to the same author, so did Laxik also open the safe and use the Abyssal Chronicle here?

Easily envisioning a certain scenario, Fu Qian was not surprised at all.

Don’t consider oneself too special, a key might not have been given to just one person.

If the Director, as previously conjectured, really chose people to enter here under Servis’s pressure, then Laxik being selected as another intruder is only natural.

Moreover, provided by the Recorder old man, the final place Laxik appeared matched the attending doctor’s office.

And according to Lady Black House, her memory of Laxik’s mental state was very poor, ultimately ”not trusting anyone.”

In such circumstances, truly being guided here step by step, opening the safe to see this scene.

Even if found suspicious, wouldn’t one inevitably take it out and try it?

Then once tried would lead to demise, apparently the final result feared a poor outcome.

After all, ”Laxik cannot leave the sanatorium,” just this last sentence alone appeared filled with despair, thoroughly showing the cultivation heart broken.

This was a fact recognized by the Abyssal Chronicle, not erased.

Overall, that senior who might not be an outsider seemed like quite the tragic specialist, getting deceived wherever he went.

More tragically, being deceived seemingly hadn’t proved useful.

Already over a year has passed, yet the Director is still gathering hands, seemingly indicating that Laxik’s ordeal back then didn’t provide the assistance he desired?

Slightly shaking his head, Fu Qian fiddled with the pen in his hand, confirming its good condition before aiming below the last page, as if to pen a eulogy for Senior Laxik.

However, feeling the hardships experienced and the tragic ending, he found himself unable to set down the pen for a moment—

”Why not give it a try? You don’t look like someone so cowardly.”

Yet such a melancholy heart was misunderstood at that moment.

As the pen tip wobbled, a voice emerged from behind, seemingly finally tugged to some impatience.