Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 930: Chapter 928: Prismatic (Part 1) Chapter 930: Chapter 928: Prismatic (Part 1) Yes, this mission seemed to be a situation unlike any other.

I had configured my skill according to the hints, but at this moment, I appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary mortal.

Although the rings on my hands were still there, they now simply looked like ordinary jewelry.

This was not good news, because it hinted at one possibility—that there were Transcendent beings involved in this task, even though no limits on abilities had been mentioned earlier.

However, for some unknown reason, I had turned into a mere mortal.

This contrast made it far more dangerous than a direct restriction on abilities.

The only thing I could seemingly rely on was the Tranquilizer hidden in the holster under my ribs, though it was a bit of an unusual weapon.

By contrast, the five individuals opposite me looked much more serious, wielding various cold weapons such as swords, hooks, and claws that shimmered strikingly, along with some exquisitely crafted light crossbows and short guns.

And now, quite a few of these objects were pointed at me.

“It seems we’ve got a teammate who’s not too easy to communicate with.”

As Fu Qian humbly expressed this, the short-haired young man who spoke first narrowed his eyes and commented with a smile.

Teammates, still in the teaming phase, huh?

The other party’s hostile stance was more than clear, but Fu Qian seemed unconcerned.

“What should I call you?”

“Though it’s a boring question, I just happen to be able to answer you.”

The young man with short hair appeared somewhat satisfied with Fu Qian’s response, and as he spoke, he raised his hand and actually tossed something over.

The object wasn’t thrown fast, and even though I now had the physique of a mortal, I still had some control.

Fu Qian caught it precisely and saw that it was a playing card, though what was drawn on it was somewhat disturbing—a figure resembling an old-fashioned lantern, but inside the glass dome, instead of a glowing light, there were numerous mismatched pink eyeballs, more than a dozen at a rough count.

This thing…

“Considering everyone is busy, including exchanging boring information like names, we all agreed it’s unnecessary; so to keep it simple, everyone just draws a card as a code name.”

It seemed like he’d heard Fu Qian’s confusion as the short-haired young man explained the reason for this approach and even casually showed another card he held.

At a glance, the card depicted a crudely shaped wooden mask, not very symmetrical, and even the corners of the mouth and eye sockets drooped, giving it a somewhat morose appearance.

“Masked Man.”

While Fu Qian observed, the person declared directly.

“Red Dragon.”

“Star.”

At the same time, two others also spoke up.

Holding the Red Dragon card was a burly middle-aged man with a notable pink scar stretching from his left cheek to his nose, certainly not someone to be trifled with.

And Star was a lady, quite young, with rosy lips and white teeth.

Her slightly curled chestnut hair was pinned on top of her head, and she wore a pale-colored long sleeve jacket with skinny pants that provided defense and allowed agile movement while accentuating her proud body curves maximally.

Aside from these two active participants, the remaining young man and woman also appeared quite young but both had rather wooden expressions and demeanors, seeming even too reluctant to engage in this simplified greeting.

“I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Recently making his way in the worldly society, Fu Qian had learned considerable politeness from various seniors, and after breathlike flattery revealed his own card.

“What should this be called?”

“Mr. Guansi.”

Masked Man glanced at it briefly, then made a welcoming gesture.

“Welcome to the team.”

Guansi? That’s a nice name!

Despite the somewhat spine-chilling code name, Fu Qian was quite pleased.

It felt like there was a wonderful implication of calmly observing the rise and fall of flowers.

With this pleasant anticipation for the future, Fu Qian stepped forward and truly joined the group of five.

Almost simultaneously, Fu Qian noticed Masked Man tearing the remaining stack of cards in half and casually tossing them aside, an attitude that suggested its mission had been accomplished.

“How is the team’s limit determined? What if someone else comes after tearing those up?”

Curiously, Fu Qian inquired about this action.

“How could that be? Anyone who appears next will be an enemy.”

Masked Man’s reply was incredibly natural, but the information it disclosed was slightly chilling.

The remaining four people didn’t seem to react, apparently having already agreed on this.

It seems I missed some exciting content due to my tardiness.

Fu Qian thought to himself and asked a question he was most concerned about.

“Did I hear right that everyone is quite special?”

While speaking, he didn’t address anyone in particular, truly a stance ready for volunteers.

“Of course, since everyone here has come to complete a task.”

This time it was Lady Star who took over the conversation, playing with a Throwing Knife in her hand and smiling as she spoke.

Really now…

Fu Qian squinted slightly, taking another thorough look at the five people.

All tasked individuals?

Had the trails of the predecessors I had been pursuing all suddenly appeared alive in five bodies?

Life’s circumstances truly are marvelous!

“I see, but it seems I have yet to receive a task.”

Amid his sentiments, Fu Qian was also quite honest.

“And my state also isn’t the same as usual.”

“These two things you mentioned are actually one and the same.”

Then, the burly Red Dragon first glanced at Masked Man, then stepped forward to clarify for Fu Qian.

“None of us have received a task, but obviously, the primary task now is to survive.”

“Makes sense, but then, my codename seems a bit unlucky.”

Fu Qian listened seriously and immediately turned to metaphysics.

… Ha ha!

Brother Red Dragon turned out to be much friendlier than he looked, pausing briefly before bursting into hearty laughter and pointing sideways.

“Don’t worry, our teammate’s codename is ‘Condemned’!”

He was referring to one of the remaining two men.

And this gentleman, with a even unluckier codename, indeed looked more gaunt than the others, his shoulder-length blond hair somewhat dim and paired