Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2349: Chapter 2344: Calamity of the Godless Candidates

[Task Evaluation, Undertaker]

Everything ended unusually tragically, yet more swiftly than anticipated.

Fu Qian only had time to pay a brief tribute to Mr. Cardon Sr. with a glance, and the next moment he was in the warehouse.

As expected, the latter kept his promise, not lending a hand to return even a drop of blood.

However, perhaps as compensation, just as Fu Qian quietly assessed the damage, the warehouse gave a rather bold evaluation.

[Years later, as Cardon Dickens lay on the ragged mattress, he naturally recalled the night his father lay here.

As a somewhat reclusive young man, Cardon seldom communicated with his parents.

On that day, he had already lost the opportunity to converse with his mother.

Mr. Dickens, not assured to leave him alone, chose to bring him to a remote countryside and let him stay here alone.

That night, Cardon never fell asleep, constantly trying to detach himself from his current identity, a habit he was very accustomed to in order to achieve inner peace.

Though a fervent invitation made that day significantly harder to cope with.

Eventually, at some point, Cardon broke his promise, left the room, and cautiously avoided his father.

Yet, the more he walked, the clearer the visions from the room next door became in his consciousness.

By the time he got into the car, he could already see his father’s grotesque face, even the wild aspirations in his thoughts—yet they were meaningless.

Cardon knew clearly it was only a mortal’s delusion, and amidst the hesitation whether to wake him, he felt an unprecedented joy.

His long-standing thinking habit brought him transcendent feedback at that moment.

Eventually, he derived pleasure from refusing to help, refusing appointments, refusing guidance...even refusing his own craving for sleep.

Thousands of nights went by as Cardon aged rapidly, constantly detaching himself, knowing he was getting closer to transformation.

However, when the end was near, he terrified himself.

Not just bewildered by what the ’True Self’ might be, but sensing he was unleashing some kind of horror, powerless to halt it—but he still chose to try.

He listed a simple inventory, decided to reverse along his path, and perish within his own becoming.

Fortunately, though it seemed merely his unrealistic delusion, it received your support.

In life’s last moment, Cardon turned into a mortal corpse, yet sealed the name of a Superior Being]

[Kill: Redeemer]

[Reward: SAN Points +30]

[Special Reward: Calamity of Unborn Gods]

[Current SAN Points 215]

[Playback event review?]

...

Oh? Really killed?

This task summary is rather detailed, after hearing it, it’s almost like recreating that remarkable night.

The prior deduction on what Mr. Cardon Sr. was actually up to has now been validated.

It’s not merely patching up life’s regrets in demise, but striving against the heavens with a mortal body.

He not only resented the transcendence upon him but even the force behind it.

Of course, this content was hinted at previously; the surprise here was in the last sentence—did that power behind him really perish?

Just now, when reversing the Power of Calamity exploded, it felt somewhat unique to the touch.

But the damage I sustained is enough to prove the remarkable nature of the force behind the ”Righteous”—on a level of Superior Beings.

The task approach was consistently clear; the warehouse might have only demanded eliminating the ”Righteous” for Mr. Cardon’s chance to sleep.

Yet, Fu Qian is unwilling to miss the opportunity with such a special case and decides to seek more engagement.

The specific method was to let the opponent take the first move, even at the cost of losing a section of the Blood Bar, and grab in reverse.

The result you tell me is, the opponent unleashed explosive damage with one hit, simultaneously, facing my one-hit also directly detonated?

It feels a bit too counterintuitive.

However, the kill list below, along with the entire extra ten SAN Points gained, seems to really support this statement.

Bear in mind, throughout so many missions, even the clear kill of the God of Hubbub, Hamadus, only rewarded single-digit SAN Points.

Perhaps...it’s because too many of my Blood Bar were knocked off?

Looking down at his battered hand, Fu Qian thought of a possible explanation.

Though containing an element of opportunity, a hit dropping this much of my Blood Bar—could it be of a high-risk, high-reward nature?

Previously it was mentioned the action of the ”Righteous” against him was something more unique than Spiritual Parasite.

Even if ”Thousand Fingers Pointing” is its ultimate supreme version, in trying to summon the force of a legitimate Superior Being to achieve the effect of letting the projection hit the principal, it might need a certain depth of combination mechanism.

This mechanism also similarly fortified his counterblow, ultimately achieving an exaggerated kill achievement.

...

Reasoned somewhat, but still astonishing.

A direct spirit extinguishing strike, honestly such fragile contenders are rare.

Yet, nevertheless, I received a special reward after the Godslayer?

With a clicking sigh, Fu Qian’s gaze shifted to his other hand.

[Name: Calamity of Unborn Gods]

[Type: Special Item]

[Calamity of the Righteous, Black Dream of the Unborn Gods.

An extravagant expression on the comical mask, seeming hearty laughs yet desperately restraining, when looking at it can seem to feel the unease deeply inside.

It’s said the Righteous are the youngest Divine Favored, however, the God that should have bestowed them birth significance ultimately failed to hatch.

This fragmented completion twisted into a ridiculed Mask, anyone who puts it on will have their fate tainted by the black dream of the Redeemer.

That’s not a true Dream, merely directs you toward an invisible path.

Though broken and ominous, it is indeed the path of Divine Beings]

[Remark: That is false, that is true, that is Him, that is me]

...

Seems even more astonishing.

Fu Qian weighed the object in his hand.

Not heavy, red-white color scheme, does resemble a Clown Mask.

Aside from the micro expression mentioned earlier, at first glance, indeed appears a bit unremarkable.

Although the introduction is slightly obscure, it’s not hard to derive a conclusion—that a contender who should have stood atop the transcendence really got pressed to death by myself.

And His esteemed name is ”Redeemer”?

Honestly, it doesn’t sound too grand, seemingly not the same league as Tyrant.

Additionally, as a special reward, it doesn’t seem to be as exaggerated as Godslaying Power—but more extravagant.

This is indeed the Power of Becoming a God.

If interpreted correctly, merely putting it on would automatically initiate a ceremony of apotheosis.