Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 673: Chapter 671 Return Edict_1 Chapter 673: Chapter 671 Return Edict_1 “`

What is this? A fragment of information within a disintegrating cycle of recurrence?

Did it record one of Laxik’s failed experiences?

Watching the rapidly flashing scenes in his consciousness, Fu Qian silently thought.

Moreover, Laxik was actually a woman, which he really hadn’t realized before.

Including the rampant roars that filled the mountains, it was too crazed to distinguish gender.

It seemed that in the story, her identity was that of a vacationing foreigner, but not with Lei and the others.

As for the scene just now, it was still very easy to understand.

The time must have been the last day, and Mrs. Harold was most likely killed by Laxik. As the attention of the police was drawn, she approached Mrs. Mary.

And judging from the last soliloquy, this was after many attempts, and, seeing as they all failed, began to suspect the problem lay with people.

Of course, the final outcome, without a doubt, was another failed idea.

It can be called a torture!

Not just for Laxik herself, but also for everyone else involved.

Fu Qian heaved a sigh and sat down on the chair.

With the mission complete, he had been teleported back to the warehouse, and a mission summary followed.

[Mission Rating: Morally Corrupted]

[Transcending oneself is a virtue; it can make you become someone even you cannot fathom.

On this ordinary day, Harold had never felt the world so clearly and plainly before his eyes, countless possibilities within easy reach, the suffocating cage no longer existing.

He had no doubt that this was a better version of himself, the way he was meant to be, up until the moment he pushed his wife out of the house.

In the midst of the sharp brake sounds, he discovered fear once again enveloping him, and the future seemed to be rapidly fleeing, leaving him abandoned in this dense forest.

After fleeing home in a panic according to the plan, his heart was filled with torment.

Fortunately, the aspiration for that perfect self still lingered in his consciousness.

When the pain reached its peak, the familiar sensation reappeared.

Harold was overjoyed by this, confirming that he was getting even closer to God.

However, what he didn’t know was that the soul named Laxik had, with the posture of God, observed him countless times]

[Kill count: None]

[Reward: SAN Points +20; Return Edict]

[Current SAN Points: 107, Current Inspiration: 99]

[Would you like to play back the event recap?]

Looking down upon all from the posture of God? This description is quite apt.

Listening to the content of the mission summary, Fu Qian silently nodded.

Although it was only mentioned at the end, it undoubtedly proved that Laxik’s experiences were close to what he had imagined.

For unknown reasons, she had been thrown into this small town and then began an endless cycle of recurrences.

After recognizing this, she attempted to break her fate and escape the cage.

The eerie existence known as the mansion on the mountainside thus became her initial suspect.

It is believed that the information, including the underground passage, was collected through exploration, attempt after attempt.

There were also the marks below the painting frame.

Regrettably, even though she searched the entire mansion, she didn’t find the secret that might lead to the recurrence.

The scene just witnessed indicates that she turned to consider the influence of “people.”

And it’s very likely that she operated on assumptions like a happy end and so on.

Unfortunately, what greeted her each time was only despair.

In the end, her will finally reached its limit, collapsed, and became “Virtue” scattered within the cycle of recurrence.

And such a unique existence became “the path” to achieving his own goal.

What would become of that world after he left? Pollution lifted, the cycle continuing, or disappearing completely, everyone transcending?

Fu Qian suddenly became a little curious about what this object named Virtue looked like.

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An idea struck him, and without even continuing to look at the reward, he stood up and went straight to the shelf.

Following the number, he quickly found [2-205].

And with the silvery-white box opened, what lay before his eyes was quite intriguing.

Black, the size of a palm, rectangular.

It wasn’t some intangible, abstract existence. There was actually a videotape inside!

Does it automatically change its display format according to the Observer’s perspective?

As a professional, Fu Qian wouldn’t readily believe in coincidences. After staring for a few seconds, he thought of a possible explanation and felt more and more that there was something peculiar about it.

The difficulty of this task wasn’t exaggerated, but there was always a sense of heavy design behind it.

He had a faint intuition that Laxik wasn’t just unlucky to have stumbled into the reincarnation cycle, but had been deliberately placed there by someone.

However, considering that for now he could only look at the tape without being able to take it out and play it for real.

After a few more glances, Fu Qian closed the lid and returned to his seat.

There was still another reward he hadn’t checked.

[Name: Return Edict]

[Add a new form to your Decree Residue]

[Description: Outside the heart, nothing exists. Once activated, oneself becomes the center of the conceptual existence, and any affected targets will automatically transform toward the original order, slowly recovering after separation]

[Remark: All is pure as the beginning]

This… A new effect for the Decree Residue?

Looking at the notes on the reward, Fu Qian pondered momentarily.

When he had received this Skill, it was mentioned that it was merely the smelted residue of decree patterns. Is this now a special combination that the residues had found?

The name sounded commanding and powerful, but the transformation to the original order was somewhat vague in terms of its specific effects.

Moreover, the transformation was temporary. Was the residue indeed just residue after all?

During his contemplation, Fu Qian had already tried to activate the new aura according to the notion that had emerged in the depths of his consciousness.

It didn’t seem to have any particular effect.

Fu Qian looked over his body and found that even the visual effects were gone.

Wait, there was still a little something.

The next moment, he looked at the desk where the Emissary’s Mask lay.

At this moment, the dark red bloodstains on the white mask were slowly wriggling and shrinking. In the blink of an eye, almost a third had disappeared.

Is this what returning to the original state means? It doesn’t feel too good.

If he remembered correctly, that was Thorn Blood he had applied with great difficulty.

After a moment’s thought, Fu Qian directly picked up the mask and put it on.

A strange sensation came over him, and the next moment, Fu Qian found himself in a dim void, with an illusory bright light in front of him.

Through the light, he could see the familiar arrangement of the second floor of the bookstore and Su Gao sleeping soundly.

Was the effect of the Emissary to synchronize to an anchored location, and now the influence of the Return Edict was dissipating that anchoring information?

Seeing the light rapidly fading, Fu Qian had reason to suspect that this connection would soon be severed.

Did that mean he wouldn’t be able to synchronize to the bookstore anymore?

After pondering for a moment, Fu Qian took a step forward and grabbed the last ripple.

In an instant, Fu Qian found himself next to the bed on the second floor of the bookstore.

And Su Gao, deep in sleep, had no reaction to this at all.

Indeed, the most blissful employees are those without cares!

With a slight emotion, Fu Qian silently went downstairs, stepped out onto the street outside the bookstore, and after enjoying the moon for a few minutes, he took off the mask.

Back in the storeroom, he could see almost no trace of blood on the Emissary.

Trying the mask on again, Fu Qian found himself back on the street outside the bookstore.

With the original anchoring information dispersed, was it automatically recording the location where the mask was removed as the new anchor point?

Although not permanent, with a little manipulation, it seemed he could use it like a hearthstone, binding anywhere, anytime.

After a simple test, Fu Qian quickly thought of the first unorthodox application for the new Skill.