Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 259: Chapter 258: The Pale Prophet_1

[Mission Evaluation: Sin Cleansing Demon]

[Abandoning thought does not necessarily mean one cannot achieve happiness.

By opening their minds to the unknowable, the gentlemen of Byeluk had entered a dance of thought, enjoying an ineffable serenity.

This sensation was so delightful that they believed it to be the grand guidance of a higher being and willingly indulged in it.

They sought after that incredible state and wished to sustain it for as long as possible.

And the only one who could maintain it indefinitely, Collins, was deemed to have the purest of souls, the undisputed Innocent.

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The greedy Transcendent Herrom, in his folly to grasp this wonder, met his demise and became a black sheep that disrupted order.

Now that the filth he brought has been cleansed, Byeluk has once again returned to tranquility]

[Kills: None]

[Rewards: SAN Points +20; Inspiration +5]

[Special Reward: The Lie]

[Current SAN Points: 215, current Inspiration: 61]

[Play event recap?]

In the storeroom, Fu Qian sat in the chair, leisurely listening to the prompts in his ear.

He had just been doing the same thing in the bookstore, a seamless transition.

It had been proven that his idea was effective; Old Master Knight had finally managed to lay to rest with his son, no longer living in any consciousness.

From the mission summary, it was clear that Dean Collins had truly been in a perpetual state of brain dance, and Herrom had indeed come for the brain dance.

Sean, Nate’s son, might have never betrayed him as he had said, but given the young man believed his father to be in an abnormal state, his purpose for leaving home could well have been to find a way to save his father.

Such a process would inevitably involve contact with Transcendent powers, and even with the utmost caution, it was difficult to avoid attracting attention from those with intentions.

Once falling into the hands of a Demigod, it would be impossible to keep secrets on personal willpower alone.

Fu Qian sighed, lowering his head to look at the special reward in his hand.

Known as The Lie, it was a teardrop-shaped gem radiating iridescent light.

Even in the dim storeroom, it still shone with a dreamlike glow.

And its size, comparable to that of an egg, was enough to make ninety-nine percent of girls scream with delight.

[Name: The Lie]

[Type: Trait]

[Effect: After merging, the Demigod form will solidify as the Pale Prophet]

[Note: This process is irreversible]

[Remark: Even a false promise is still a promise]

Another Trait?

Fu Qian perked up.

He hadn’t really thought that this vacation might yield a Trait.

After all, this was only a Level 3 item.

Could it be, feeling guilty about the Worm of Erosion being such a letdown, they compensated by turning this mission into a windfall of rewards?

Now the question arises, to use this item or not?

Fu Qian played with The Lie in his hand.

Unlike the last time with the Abyssal Mist, where he had essentially pre-experienced it during the mission and thus had a clear understanding of the post-merge state, this time, there was only a name.

The Pale Prophet?

From these past dozen or so missions, it could be seen that the rewards often had a certain relation to the mission itself.

And this Trait named The Lie readily brought to mind that all-consuming brain dance.

Could it be that after merging, I too could embody an unknowable higher being, collecting a group of old men with wide-open minds to write scripts?

The problem is my scripts tend to be vulgar and violent; the old men’s physiques might not be up for that!

After much contemplation, Fu Qian ultimately decided to put The Lie aside.

At the moment, it seemed the troubles brought by being a Whiteboard Demigod were just about manageable.

And regarding acquiring other Traits in the future, Fu Qian was brimming with confidence.

Under such circumstances, hastily selecting an unknown entity to merge with—especially one that could not be reversed—was not a wise decision.

From past experience, it was clear that different forms corresponded to different paths, and once determined, the abilities and methods of advancement would also be restricted, so there was no need to rush.

However, the name of this demigod form was indeed quite nice, so it could be considered as an option for now.

Unlike the Abyssal Mist which reduced people’s intelligence, Fu Qian decided to list Pale Prophet as a selectable option.

The specific meaning was to wait and see, and consume it directly when necessary.

[Authority Promotion]

Just then, a new prompt rang out.

[Flexible Work Schedule: You may now enter the warehouse at any time, and must complete four days of work per week. Current 4/4]

There’s such a thing?

Fu Qian was slightly astonished, having been very dedicated during this period, he hadn’t felt any restrictions.

But this made things better, as it meant more flexibility with time.

Although he didn’t usually have anything specific he needed to do, having more options was always good.

Overall, Fu Qian was very satisfied with today’s gains.

He was about to activate the mark to return when something occurred to him. Halting his action, he instead flipped out the “Messenger” mask.

It seemed that he hadn’t been back to check for letters at the bookstore for two days; there was also the Kawasaki Family information he had asked Wen Li to look into.

As soon as the mask was on his face, the view in front of him rapidly distorted.

“Ugh! This is truly comfortable!”

Waking up again on the second floor of the bookstore, Fu Qian leisurely moved downstairs and plopped himself onto the chair behind the bar, then casually swung his legs onto the counter, stretching out his body.

This is what life should be like, Bernard did not deceive me.

At Byeluk, this scruffy bookstore owner had indeed left a deep impression on Fu Qian.

Speaking of which, should he open the store for a bit?

As he pondered this, Fu Qian suddenly furrowed his brow, looking towards the door.

It seemed that a visitor had arrived before the store was even opened,

And the aura felt somewhat familiar.

Fu Qian sat still with interest, looking through the window at the outside.

The next moment, a young woman in professional attire appeared in front of the bookstore.

It was actually her?

Fu Qian recognized the visitor right away. It was Yuan Shan’s secretary, whom he had seen during his visit to the Night Watchmen Base.

He glanced at what she was holding and noticed a snow-white envelope.

He roughly guessed what she was there for.

Was it already time for him to fulfill his promise?

After thinking for a moment, Fu Qian still didn’t get up from his chair but grabbed a bunch of keys from the counter and tossed them out.

Clatter!

The female secretary outside, who was crouching down to slide the letter through the bottom of the door, was caught off guard as a bunch of keys got thrown out in her direction.

“Open the door!”

A shout came from inside.

“Mr. Fang?”

The female secretary was visibly startled and, after pausing for a few seconds, she started to try the keys on the bookstore’s door.

“Are you looking for me?”

Once the bookstore’s door finally opened, Fu Qian greeted her.

“Yes,”

The female secretary recovered quickly, and the surprise on her face had already faded.

“The Chief asked me to come find you, said there’s an important matter that requires your help. Unfortunately, the door was closed both times I came.”

She raised the envelope in her hand.

“So I followed the Chief’s previous instructions and left you a letter.”

“I did not expect you to actually be in the store.”

“Let’s not waste time, let’s set off immediately!”