Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2568: Chapter 2563: The Beginning Is the End

The heavy sword has a sharp edge.

Skipping the choice paralysis, the third weapon sent out directly can be considered the most substantial one in the arsenal.

However, even though it looks like it can smash someone to death directly, it doesn’t mean it hasn’t been sharpened.

On the contrary, the single line of bright, cold blade paired with the extraordinarily wide sword body creates a captivating contrast, making people instinctively avoid touching it.

In summary, it fully embodies the principle of efficiency for quick elimination.

And Ah Fei’s behavior seems to suggest he used similar reasoning to convince himself.

To the point where he didn’t even mind that it significantly limited his ”speed is invincible” style.

Or maybe he felt that continuing to use this old weapon that harmed friends wouldn’t be auspicious?

In synchronization with returns, Fu Qian took the rapier from Ah Fei’s hand, played with it a bit, and then hung it onto the empty tendrils.

Although its appearance is indeed lacking, it’s obviously not at the point of being scrapped.

Its surface even has a strange hue, making it seem as if the entire sword was tempered in poison.

Normally, for Ah Fei, who just achieved Unity of Human and Sword, this sword should still be more comfortable to use next.

”Where to next?”

Unfortunately, the person involved had no intention of explaining.

Holding the astonishingly heavy giant sword in his hand, Ah Fei didn’t even swing it a couple of times to adapt; he just directly asked about the next destination.

The recent divine level strike and the feat of slaying an incredible opponent didn’t bring the slightest emotional change to him.

Or perhaps it didn’t make him more ”clear-headed.”

The marks of the star curse, the colors seeped into flesh and blood, the burnt limbs—at this moment, the human traces on Ah Fei’s body could be said to be very faint.

Coupled with an unchanged mental state, it’s a feeling of transforming into a tool person.

Is this the legendary alienation of work? Indeed, the nature of a salary is compensation for mental damages.

Even though the scene before them is astonishingly surreal, Fu Qian still connects it to sociological aspects, deeply identifying with past studies.

”Below.”

Of course, sympathy for one’s situation doesn’t conflict with continued exploitation.

Having long decided on the next course of action, Fu Qian did not hesitate for a second, promptly giving instructions.

...

As the second stop of the trip, the Sun Apostle’s laboratory seems to offer nothing worth exploring at first glance.

Even though like their body, the overall state is cleaner than other places.

But as is well known, excessively tidy research venues exist only in film works.

As an insider, Fu Qian even detected a sense of research being discarded like rubbish, akin to textbooks after exams.

Only to say perhaps there’s an exaggeration in the Engraving Wisdom, but after two consecutive encounters, it feels like this Sun Apostle probably wasn’t wholly innocent in real history, belonging to the surrender faction among researchers, without any promising scientific achievements.

Not to mention the turbulence caused at their eventual demise, wreaking havoc again in the surroundings.

Where does this mentioned ”below” refer to?

If the Sun Apostle could still hear, Fu Qian would state that there wouldn’t be such doubt.

In this place, the term almost symbolizes a single location—the backroom.

The drop-off point, SAN Points shredder, heterodox containment area—such an important place naturally demands more scrutiny.

Without even troubling Ah Fei, Fu Qian recalled past positions in the next moment and took the lead by stepping forward.

Clang—

And indeed, the tool person dutifully followed suit, without making any objections, dragging a crippled body and heavy weapon along.

...

Is this residual might?

Though Ah Fei wasn’t actually dragging the giant sword all the way, instead using it as a crutch due to body defects.

Yet, that sound of heavy objects hitting the ground is so prominent in the silence, it’s hard to imagine any potential lurkers nearby wouldn’t hear it.

But for such ostentatious movement, there’s been no small opportunist jumping out to block the way.

Fu Qian understands this akin to the nature of a triumphant return, with audiences feeling simultaneous disdain and fear.

Even a rag doll knows how to seek benefits and avoid harm, while the Sun Apostle, strengthened by blackening, was just forcibly slain.

”The door is open.”

Such silence continues to a lower floor until a certain moment when Ah Fei’s steps falter, as if suddenly waking briefly, speaking while looking aside.

”It is open.”

Fu Qian nods, understanding why he reacted this way.

Abnormal phenomena always attract attention, with many rooms along the way either closed or collapsed, yet this one remains intact and open—anyone would sense something unusual.

To Fu Qian, it’s even more unusual because he knows whose place it belongs to—the Engraving Wisdom in Depth Two, with the ”Doorkeeper” who exchanged most frequently with him but never revealed themselves.

And this time, they turn out to be the only open-door person—a little touch of dark humor, indeed.

...

Of course, it’s a deliberate visit.

Remembering the structure of this place isn’t just talk, already during route planning, Fu Qian felt it worthwhile to check on this old acquaintance.

Compared to the Sun Apostle, though the Doorkeeper seemed overall unremarkable, they were still relatively active, providing more information convenient for comparison.

The previous route to the backroom also started by passing here.

What a pity, the guide has vanished without a trace.

Yes, not only is the door open, but there’s nobody inside either.

Even after returning here once more, still no glimpse of that old friend’s true form.

”Not bad, this feels more like a laboratory...”

With a sigh, Fu Qian has already reached behind the door, approving as he observes.

If the door hadn’t been open, there might not be a need to stop.

But this odd empty city stratagem certainly merits a look.

Just like his compliment suggested, this place is far from matching the neatness of the Sun Apostle’s space, instead exuding more academic air.

Even in the next moment, Fu Qian found a black-covered notebook amid a messy pile.

A lost diary?

Though such record tools are normal for a laboratory, one can’t help remembering the commission given by the place’s owner before.

So although the person is lost this time, the research results aren’t?

Inquisitively clicking his tongue, Fu Qian unapologetically flipped it open, examining the contents of the notebook—Hmm?

Expecting it to be unreliable like the Sun Apostle, are you feigning efforts here with your earnest-looking face?

The notebook is substantial and even the inner page texture is good, with a fair amount already used.

However, from the first to the last page, filled densely, was surprisingly a single sentence—

[The starting point is the endpoint, the endpoint is the starting point]