Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 875: Chapter 873 Razor Consultant Chapter 875: Chapter 873 Razor Consultant “This ‘Vulgar Thug’,” how could it not be referring to himself?

Fu Qian looked at his special reward without any shame, owning up to the label.

What appeared in his hand was a short sword, slightly longer than his forearm.

The exquisitely crafted handle and the standard cruciform guard were there, but beyond that, the blade’s shape was quite unique.

At first glance, the slender blade seemed to be divided into three sections, each bending inward with a special curvature, and a deep vermilion trace stretched from the handle all the way to the tip.

Facing this design, Fu Qian naturally thought of the bone claw he had broken off from Akasha.

It seemed quite likely that this special reward was because of that action.

Frankly speaking, the sword looked pretty good.

The effects of the Curse of Oblivion also sounded quite vicious.

The only issue was that it was a bit short.

He wondered if the reward would have turned into a long sword if he had pulled off the whole thing at that time?

While daydreaming about it, Fu Qian casually played with the tip of the short sword.

Though both rewards were quite interesting, without a doubt, the greatest value of this mission was the intelligence he had gained.

Apart from the clue about Ji Feng, another crucial point was the grudge god he had made an enemy of.

Whether it was the mental contamination Ji Feng had encountered or that distinctly hostile attitude, it all seemed quite sinister, and it was unclear which Evil God was behind it and what its intentions were.

This time, he also forged a complicated connection with the higher echelons of the Night Watchman, and he could look for an opportunity to ask for information next time.

As he pondered, Fu Qian put the short sword on the table alongside the Tranquilizer.

[Today’s work is complete, you may now leave the warehouse, weekly progress 3/4]

The prompt appeared just in time, indicating that this intense night shift had finally ended.

And Fu Qian, without any hesitation, activated the imprint on his wrist.

…

Indeed on time.

In a flash, Fu Qian found himself back on his living room couch.

And the TV that had been left on was at the last second of the midnight countdown.

In theory, he could go back now and happily deal with the new leaks, right?

Watching this scene, that was the first thought in Fu Qian’s mind.

Of course, he wasn’t that passionate about work, but dealing with issues in the middle of the night wasn’t an uncommon experience for Fu Qian.

After turning off the TV, Fu Qian sat in the dark for a few seconds before suddenly remembering something.

The next moment, he walked to the side and pulled out a plain black notebook.

Though he had bought it before his annual salary hit ten million and its exterior looked pretty ordinary.

But given that it’s wise to use good steel on the blade’s edge, it boasted excellent performance; even after several days, the battery was still full.

After skillfully booting it up, Fu Qian immediately typed in a URL.

…

As a freelancer, keeping irregular hours was virtually a Talent.

Before becoming a freelancer, working in the middle of the night had been normal for Fu Qian.

Now the URL had opened, revealing an extremely barebones forum.

The color scheme was almost exclusively blue and white, the layout was a complete mess, and all the content was under one category.

At a glance, it looked like a throwback to twenty years ago.

Yet despite that, even at midnight, the forum was still bustling.

The reason for this was none other than the legendary privacy it offered.

In the information age, the notion of private spaces had evolved beyond mere physical secret rooms.

This dimensionally private space, over the years, had been acknowledged by many thinkers of unconventional mindsets for exchanging bizarre ideas.

Of course, Fu Qian wasn’t particularly interested in that.

The reason he visited the forum was mainly to attract clients.

When most people think of ‘freelancers,’ their first thought might be of writers with laptops, hopping between coffee shops, or photographers with flowing hair, carrying professional equipment around, and people from professions like translators, designers, and so on.

But in Fu Qian’s views, being a freelancer shouldn’t limit oneself to conventional patterns set by predecessors.

Thus, apart from providing copy to unscrupulous game producers, Fu Qian even developed a new profession for himself, which he called Razor Consultant.

With ‘consultant’ in the title, it might initially remind one of various consultancy firms.

In fact, it bore some resemblance in nature.

However, Fu Qian specialized in the niche area of ‘advising to give up.’

The work was straightforward.

As is well-known, people often struggle about whether to give up on certain things, a process that can be a painful back-and-forth conflict.

But if you are willing to pay a fee, Fu Qian would help find irrefutable reasons to give up and aid you in smoothly overcoming the hurdle.

This idea wasn’t just a whim but a result of careful consideration and leveraging his personal strengths—being someone who disliked pointless tasks, he had been good at finding reasons not to do things since his childhood.

Fu Qian had told Tan Ying’s classmates before that he enjoyed exploring human nature, which wasn’t just talk.

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As it turned out, the number of people needing this kind of help was far greater than imagined.

Fu Qian had been in this industry for several years, progressing from obscurity to notoriousness, a journey fraught with significant challenges.

By now, his consultancy fees were considerable.

However, since he relied mainly on word-of-mouth for business expansion and was quite selective about his cases, refusing any that did not appeal to him, his income was always somewhat unstable.

After becoming a freelancer, his consultancy had been neglected for a long time.

At this moment, Fu Qian had just logged into his account for the first time in many days, sorting through the backlog of private messages—there were quite a few.

Looking at the row of unread messages, Fu Qian’s fingers moved swiftly like flying, quickly selecting and unperturbedly clicking delete.

These were individuals whose fates hadn’t aligned and couldn’t be guided.

After casually deleting most of the lucky audience, Fu Qian’s gaze fell on another piece of information.

The reason was simple; it was not a new email but a reply on a consultation.

Rather, it came from a previous client.

This was unusual.

Based on previous experiences, while all clients might not doubt Fu Qian’s professionalism, hardly anyone wanted to pop up and chat with him after a consultation.

The main reason being that the consultation process itself was unbearable, tormenting both mind and body.

As he pondered this, Fu Qian opened the email.

[Not sure if you have been free recently, but if possible, I’d like to thank you in person]