Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2345: Chapter 2340: List (27)

Forbidden knowledge is akin to chili peppers, the pleasure arises from the pain, and it’s easy to find oneself more intrigued the less experienced one is.

Since you’ve sought out Expert Fu for interrogation, it’s best to brace yourselves for Harriet’s triple threat.

After a casual display, Fu Qian silently gazed at the two people opposite, not even taking a sip from the glass in his hand.

This pineapple-flavored drink is really only suitable for rinsing.

Meanwhile, the expressions of the two opposite looked as if they had just downed onion water.

”Are you saying what happened back then was deliberate by the Elder? Was Cardon used?”

However, frowning also takes time, and the two from Dikins exchanged glances for a long while before finally couldn’t remain silent any longer, gritting their teeth as they confirmed Fu Qian’s meaning.

”Don’t be in a rush to verify its truth, just consider it.”

Fu Qian couldn’t even be bothered to persuade them, indicating they should first assume it’s true and then taste the reality.

”Judging by the reaction, should the redeemer necessarily be knowing and willing, that should still be a blind spot in your knowledge—though perhaps not for him.”

Fu Qian gestured slightly at the star-shaped item in his hand.

”Is it possible he, after discussing with Cardon, discovered not just the potential for greatness, but also a suitable vessel for rituals? Hence, he conducted a daring ritual for himself after him, but the redeemer can be only one person?”

Pointing towards Lady Ya Yi, Fu Qian blinked.

”And Cardon was unaware of this... until, with life drawing to an end years later, he realized the issue and sought redemption?”

It’s reassuring, as Mr. Dickens appears unfazed with little defensive reaction from his beliefs despite his sinister attire.

With a slight prompt from the expert, he quickly grasped the rest of the idea.

”All those years, he never slept; could it be out of a subconscious fear?”

Fu Qian wasn’t stingy, continuing to mislead the young.

”Upon finally knowing what troubled him, Cardon regarded whether he could truly sleep as a form of verification to confirm his attempt succeeded...”

Mr. Dickens’ comprehension continued to shine as he followed along effortlessly.

”If peace couldn’t be attained within himself, he would never accept death willingly.”

Even Lady Ya Yi joined in on the last sentence.

...

Within the dilapidated house, the academic atmosphere was unprecedentedly intense.

Despite a persistent sense of resistance, the Dikins duo couldn’t muster any strong rebuttal.

Ultimately, with brainstorming, everything quickly became coherent.

The Righteous... an intriguing concept, seemingly more than just a fool’s fantasy.

Some coincidences had reached a point requiring confrontation.

”I believe there’s been a long-standing question troubling you—how can it be so coincidental?”

Expert Fu’s session continued, pointing at Mr. Dickens.

”Your wife passed away just as you needed to bring Cardon here; Cardon transformed from a man to something else in an instant without reason; and the timing of that moment oddly aligned with your ritual... is it truly a mere coincidence? Do you think such an explanation is convincing?”

The reason questions are cutting is always due to their truth.

Fu Qian’s point was a type of skepticism anyone familiar with the sequence wouldn’t avoid—a sentiment shared undoubtedly by those involved.

Since earlier, even as interactions seemed harmonious, it didn’t change the eerie essence of the setting.

Originally, Mr. Cardon Sr. merely wanted to sleep, while one sat there seeking an opportunity for euthanasia.

Suddenly, it became an interrogation and wake led by Mr. Dickens, someone closely related to him, alongside the less related Lady Ya Yi, delving into Cardon’s life with remarkable abstraction.

While understanding it may not lack cases for reference—a reflection.

The second-to-last wish of the old man asked for swapping identities, meant to inspect himself from another perspective.

So could Mr. Dickens duo be seen in a similar light?

No matter the form, the essence of one’s exchange has always been with Cardon.

Thus the inquisition into ”coincidence”, feeling more deeply than usual wasn’t odd.

And Fu Qian anticipates Cardon’s reaction.

”You’re right, it can’t possibly be mere coincidence...”

For a fleeting moment, everything appeared frozen.

The edict broken by Mr. Dickens, his face stiff as if a puppet, unable to resist glancing at the lying Cardon.

”You’re right...”

Even Lady Ya Yi mirrored the motion with vacant eyes.

”You’re right.”

The third repetition, however, came from the recumbent Cardon.

Another figure slowly rose from there, lifting its gaze over.

...

The deceased High Priest or Elder?

A face unfamiliar, slightly effeminate, appearing not very old.

Not in Lady Ya Yi’s uniform, dressed similarly to Cardon.

Yet even so, Fu Qian settled on a biased judgment.

The scene unfolds rather smoothly.

Continuous contact and exchange finally touched upon the core of past events, aiding Cardon in facing and revealing it before oneself.

”But it’s useless, the outcome is fated.”

Although Elder Ji didn’t seem friendly, first meeting Fu Qian’s gaze, indicating all efforts are futile.

”Reversing the past event even if it can’t deceive the world, it deceives oneself?”

Almost sneering, as he spoke he pulled out a paper from his chest.

Lines of text rapidly sketched on it, vaguely resembling the previous list.

”Unfortunately, he couldn’t even deceive himself since that ’self’ has become me... just as he’ll forever fail to die in slumber, as surrender solely affirms the point.”

Is this despair within the old man’s confession?

Elder Ji’s voice reigned with dominance, while near Mr. Dickens and the others, all remained silent.

For Fu Qian, before such a scene, it’s as if hearing Cardon’s voice.

In line with prior conclusions, everything’s but projection of the will.

No matter how unfriendly it sounds, it’s all conveying the participants’ intent.

Understanding it isn’t hard; previous conjecture was true, Elder Ji cleverly ensnared Cardon.

Over decades, Cardon’s will decayed, gradually consumed.

This wish list only an assault towards death in despair, attempting peace at the end through self-suggestion.

Alas, without Professor Fu’s aid, he cannot ”gently pass into that good night.”

Bang!

Another beverage bottle opened.

Simultaneously, a golden flame ignited from the note, steadily spreading to grasping fingers.