Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 964: 962 Chapter Prism (35) Chapter 964: 962 Chapter Prism (35) Is this the legendary strategy of distraction and deception?

It seemed that the power was supposed to be infused into the cat to attract attention, but then suddenly the target was switched to freeing the Masked Man from his constraints. Such micromanagement was indeed maximized.

Indeed, one should never underestimate any situation!

But as everyone knows, when one relies on micromanagement to save their life, it signifies that the previous tactics were no longer viable.

Thus, although the aura around the Masked Man visibly surged, achieving the Demigod Level in an instant, Fu Qian felt quite relieved.

It seemed that the figure behind him had run out of better options.

Although Fu Qian did not know what the Masked Man was thinking, he had never regarded him as any sort of rival.

Not only was he lacking in imagination, but he also dared not take any risks, acting in a style that sought to nip all threats in the bud.

This typical overpowering style might seem formidable, but Fu Qian did not believe that in many situations this person could surpass Qing.

…

Completing the task would have been easy; a moment ago, he could have just shot the Masked Man in the head, then tossed the cat into the “well”.

But for Fu Qian, ever since the Tyrant project was completed, his goal was no longer just about completing the task.

From that moment, he had the means to explore the true nature of the task as well as identify the potential huge crisis brewing.

Although currently only at the Demigod Tier and even physically restrained,

even if a True God appeared before him, Fu Qian was fully confident he had contingency plans that would allow him to initiate Transcendence with ease.

“Your composure is admirable, but also truly bothersome!”

At this moment, the Masked Man, having completed his transformation, appeared more vitalized than ever before.

Even including Fu Qian’s nonsensical talk, the Masked Man simply laughed it off.

“To think that you are also a Demigod, my apologies.”

Assessing Fu Qian up and down, his praise sounded completely insincere.

“So this task really bothers you, doesn’t it? Without these bizarre restrictions, the six Demigods could have finished it in minutes.”

So confident about the capabilities of those few!

It is indeed the truth, and with Lady Star included, half can now be accounted for.

Fu Qian’s heart grew clearer on a certain speculation.

“Flattery indeed, strength comes from practice, so how often do you undertake tasks?”

“Once a month, why do you ask?”

It was clear, the Masked Man was genuinely surprised at the question.

Once a month…

I! Knew! It!

And his answer triggered quite a reflection in Fu Qian.

Indeed, am I destined to work overtime to keep things running because of a crisis?

That’s right, from the moment I realized I had five teammates, Fu Qian had considered a possibility—they might indeed be pioneers, but not necessarily real people.

Let alone that after all this time there had never been a cooperative task, just the style of these people felt very different from his.

Just now, when he confirmed that Ms. Stella was actually a Demigod, his suspicions grew even stronger.

After all, to be honest, given her style, Fu Qian found it hard to imagine how she could survive to Demigod status if the roles were reversed.

Has the glory really passed?

The pioneers had less work but quick promotions, but when it came to his turn, everything was in ruins, the deficits as glaring as a monkey’s backside.

For a moment, Fu Qian’s mood was quite unpleasant.

“But Mr. Guansi, your situation seems rather abnormal!”

And at the same time, the Masked Man also inconsiderately came closer to provoke hostility.

“Turning into this state, although you’ve regained your Tier, it seems you’ve also taken on many restrictions; you only used that one move from start to finish.”

He mimicked the action of the Air Bullet.

“Could it be that’s the only move you can use now? If so, it seems I have the upper hand again.”

As he spoke, the Masked Man snapped his fingers, and a Dazzling Light Sphere quickly formed above his palm, swiftly morphing into hundreds of long spears.

Quite dazzling!

Facing this sudden barrage, Fu Qian marveled while nimbly dodging.

After all, for him now, vulnerabilities were everywhere, and a mere scrape could start him hemorrhaging power.

In Fu Qian’s judgment, the restrictions on Transcendence in the surroundings had not been lifted; the transformation of the Masked Man seemed more like a forced infusion of some power.

And obviously, this power likely bore ill will, so the chances of it being infused into him as well were almost nil.

Fortunately, as he dodged, another strange scene occurred amid the sky full of bullets.

The previously calming “well” surged madly, and even limbs and broken arms that had been dormant were thrown out like a volcanic eruption.

Brilliant! Indeed, it was as expected!

At that moment, far from being alarmed, Fu Qian felt the pleasure of solving a bonus question.

…

From just now till now, there were actually two very important questions.

First, if the Masked Man and the others were just remnants of predecessors, what was the reason for their appearance?

Firstly, Fu Qian did not think that the warehouse could be powerful enough to resurrect dead employees to continue working off debts, so they most likely originated from the upper being behind the recent power infusion.

And this meant their appearance was malicious.

_fact also confirmed this point; from the beginning till now, the five teammates, though seemingly exerting effort, nearly all their actions were misleading, directing him towards erroneous thinking and actions.

If he were like Lady Star, a team enthusiast, he’d likely still be stuck in a rut.

But at the same time, if these people truly had a problem, like he had thought before, they had every chance to gang up and finish him off at the start, preventing him from completing the task.

But they didn’t… Why was that?

An obvious answer—If he died like that, it would result in a minor loss of SAN Points, then recognizing the true nature of the five people and starting another attempt.

And the entity behind them thought such a death would let him off too easily, it was preparing something far worse than a mere deduction of a few SAN Points.

Such as losing all of it?

Previously, due to Ariel’s interference, he faced a True God, and his SAN Points dropped by a large number.

Now, his SAN points weren’t even in the double digits.

If there were no Pseudo-Divine Beings and another True God appeared, being wiped out would be normal.

And this brought us to the second question—If He was so powerful, why didn’t He just show up?

This had puzzled Fu Qian all along, but the sudden “eruption” from the well led him to a possible answer.

The well was a symbol of the power of the Abyss, and clearly, He was not on the same side as the Abyss.

The current situation was a delicate balance; a bit of His power seeping in led to an immediate response from the Abyss, and He could not withstand that outcome.

The recent actions of the Masked Man seemed more like exploiting a method to slightly placate the Abyss, thereby creating an opportunity for Him to infiltrate a bit of power.