Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 429: Chapter 429: Servant’s Needle (22)_1

Nightmare Corridor!

There was a moment when Fu Qian finally realized where that door was familiar from.

In another task marked with the number 1, he had reached a corridor and encountered a Human-faced Worm.

At that time, Brother Interlocutor was standing beside a door.

According to the Departed Heralder, the door was a passage to leave the Nightmare Corridor, and there were several such doors.

The feeling those doors gave him was quite similar to the one he had just experienced.

“When did you start doing this?”

As he pondered, Fu Qian held the needle to his head, diagnosing by observation, smell, question, and palpation.

“Not for long, just over a month.”

Rosetta didn’t overthink it, seeing that Fu Qian was alright, she now relaxed.

“That’s also why I didn’t give it to you at the beginning.”

“Although I found it to be very effective, because the time was not particularly long, I wasn’t sure it was completely harmless.”

“I wanted to test it for a bit longer, to be sure there were no issues before…”

“Don’t worry, I’m not the kind of person to be ungrateful.”

Fu Qian gestured that there was no need for her to explain.

In fact, this was not at all his concern.

His attention was focused on Rosetta’s response from just now—over a month ago.

According to the information he had collected earlier, it wasn’t long before he himself had fallen ill.

And in terms of timing, it matched quite well with the incident in Bee Monkey City.

So the Golden Needle in his hand was not the issue, but was Rosetta in front of him the key to the problem?

However, the ultimate goal of his mission was Transcendence from the Nightmare.

Could it be that to end the nightmare that erupted in Bee Monkey City, he needed to eliminate the poor soul who had just escaped from misery before him?

Fu Qian looked thoughtfully at Rosetta, who seemed unaware of the danger implied in his scrutiny.

“How are you feeling now? Your performance just now was truly unbelievable.”

“I remember the first time I tried it, merely piercing a little bit almost made me collapse on the spot.”

“If it weren’t for the strong motivation provided by the fear of Nightmares, I definitely couldn’t have endured.”

“I feel good, my thoughts are more peaceful now, it seems I’ve recognized my true self.”

Fu Qian nodded with a smile, his mind racing.

To kill Rosetta could be a way to end the Nightmare, this was a possibility that wasn’t very small.

But there was one problem, why?

Why did the Nightmare that engulfed the entire Bee Monkey City appear after she inserted the Golden Needles in her head a few times?

There must be some connection between the two, perhaps the original owner of the Golden Needle knew something?

“It’s good that it works.”

Rosetta smiled contentedly, happy for Fu Qian.

“In fact, you would make a very good example.”

The next moment she seemed to remember something.

“When your condition is under control, you could use this as leverage to convince Bernard.”

“Speaking of which, he didn’t suggest you come here just to have you test it out for him, did he?”

As she spoke, Rosetta covered her mouth in shock, startled by her own thought.

“I don’t think so.”

Fu Qian signaled her not to fall into the trap of conspiracy theories.

“As far as I know, although he’s unpleasant, he is certainly not cowardly; it’s very likely he disdains the idea of someone testing on his behalf.”

“You sure seem to know him well!”

Rosetta laughed lightly, surprised by Fu Qian’s response, and sighed,

“Indeed, the one thing he doesn’t lack is the courage to face death. It’s a pity that in such Nightmares, death is far from being an escape…”

So no matter what, there indeed was a high-probability opportunity to complete the mission, vulnerably exposed right in front of him.

Rosetta seemed introspective when Fu Qian’s thoughts were also incessant.

The Rosetta before his eyes was undoubtedly very fragile, and even if he were an ordinary person at that moment, it would be extremely easy for him to break her neck.

“I should return this to you now; I don’t think I’ll be able to come by again today.”

The next moment, Fu Qian stepped forward and returned the Golden Needle to Rosetta.

Rosetta took it without suspicion, cautiously wiped it down with her head bowed, and then placed it back in the box.

As she performed these actions, her slender, withered neck was exposed before Fu Qian.

He breathed deeply as he gazed downward.

In the next instant, the slender neck, Lorreta, the Golden Needle, and even the entire room vanished from sight.

…

“What happened? How did it suddenly get this bad?”

“Is something troubling you?”

As the Monastery disappeared, the light around him suddenly brightened, and a familiar voice reached his ears.

“Think carefully, and don’t worry about how to express yourself. Just say whatever comes to mind.”

Fu Qian looked up and saw the female doctor sitting across from him, confirming that he had returned to Dr. Kelly’s office.

Was it true that there seemed to be opportunities, yet eyes had always been watching him?

Fu Qian silently summarized everything that had just happened in his mind.

He actually had no real intention of twisting Rosetta’s neck just now.

It was a test.

The purpose of the test was simple: Fu Qian wanted to know what would happen if he showed such intent.

So he had made those movements without leaving a trace, movements that could be misunderstood by an observer.

The reality proved that he almost instantly lost the chance to harm Rosetta.

Although it could be explained as a coincidence, if it wasn’t, it would at least suggest two things.

First, someone was watching him in a way he didn’t know, and they definitely didn’t want Rosetta to be injured—not even to face the slightest potential threat.

Second, that person had the power to send him into a nightmare at any moment.

Having results from the probe was a good thing, but if the way to Transcendence from the Nightmare really involved killing Rosetta, then the difficulty was extraordinary!

It was like playing a game of Super Mario to rescue the princess, but the dragon guarding the door not only knew your whereabouts like a map, it could also snap its fingers at any time to transport you anywhere.

“What’s wrong?”

By then, Dr. Kelly’s voice had begun to sound puzzled.

“Can’t remember? It’s okay, don’t force it.”

Fu Qian looked up at the persuasive female doctor.

“A baby’s cry.”

The next moment, he stated directly.

“A baby’s cry?”

“Yes, I just heard a baby’s cry, and it gave me a very special feeling, also affecting my psyche.”

“Hold on a second.”

After staring at Fu Qian for a few seconds, Dr. Kelly stood up, performed a series of operations, and pulled up an audio clip.

“Like this?”

“Yes.”

Listening to the baby’s cry coming from in front, Fu Qian closed his eyes, focused his attention on it, and let his consciousness sink.

“How does it feel?”

Through the haze, Dr. Kelly’s voice resounded again.

Fu Qian did not rush to answer but instead opened his eyes to look forward.

Across the stainless steel table, Dr. Kelly and Officer Brooke were leaning forward with necks extended, staring at him in unison.

“Quite fruitful.”

Looking at the two in front of him, Fu Qian nodded.