Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2730: Chapter 2725: Born by His Own Hands

It’s said that when someone describes a child as resembling the father, they might say ”personally birthed.”

Does the scene before us count as a literal interpretation of that phrase?

True skill that amazes everyone—Mr. Jose’s eye didn’t even blink when he stabbed himself, leaving the audience dumbfounded.

The term ”blood wedding” becomes increasingly fitting, yet not a single person dares to stand and leave, only staring uniformly at the wound, seemingly watching to see if the subject might extract the thing from within.

Considering the puppet is utterly inside, truly doing so might replay the little chapel scene?

Fu Qian naturally is one of them, and connects this to even more things.

Now that events have progressed to this point, some things seem finally clear, like the purpose of Mr. Ji Sr.

It seems he follows orders from the warehouse, assisting the Lord of Father’s Amnion in polluting Jose?

Yes, in the little chapel, Mr. Jose had performed the opposite action, extracting a lump of living flesh from his belly as if delivering himself.

Based on the analysis at that time, it tends to show that humanoid appearance is essentially symbolic.

Long noticed Jose, ravaged by ecstasy, thus purifying himself in that manner.

And even though it’s the reversed action now, it evokes inevitable associations.

Not to mention combining Mr. Ji Sr.’s actions and speeches all along.

It’s not only extremely suggestive but also very deliberate, always aiming to project the tenderness of stage and audience onto his father’s image.

The specific method is through a very simple progression—

Their tangled love is directed at Don Juan.

But I’m not Don Juan, you are.

Thinking this way, isn’t it reminiscent of the legendary demonic whispers, seducing people into fall?

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So the core of this task is to have Mr. Jose fall, thoroughly intoxicated by ecstasy?

Everything seems sorted, including the six camera angle choices from earlier until now.

Yes, even in such details, Fu Qian never forgets to seek the pattern among them.

Thinking now, it’s actually easier to explain than before.

Even though they’re the Executioner’s eyes, why discern records of prior tasks?

Clearly looking like task records, why does the perspective keep jumping around?

It’s simple, the perspective truly jumps but only jumps between those infected by the Seed of Ecstasy.

This isn’t a mission record, it’s a pathological record of pus spreading and eventually bursting.

Thinking of it like this, isn’t it completely within the framework?

Ecstasy long ravaged this ancient royal court, especially centering on the two newcomers.

Regardless of appearances, every perspective I incorporate connects to that web of ecstasy.

And besides being part of the pus, the Executioner is a relatively special case among them, ultimately preserving this precious record...

Indeed, it seems the explanation makes sense.

Quickly organize a possible direction, at that moment Fu Qian feels somewhat elated at the breakthrough of the topic.

But still, what is the purpose?

Yet, not satisfied with the established achievement, Fu Qian simultaneously proposes the next step direction.

Let Mr. Jose fall, and then what’s the purpose?

Just sighed earlier, the warehouse surprisingly generous to not argue with the Lord of Father’s Amnion, and now further aiding in its expansion?

This nature is far more severe.

So much so it makes one more curious about how heavy the weight on the other side of the scale is.

Whoosh—

Whether the weight is heavy is uncertain, but Mr. Jose’s breathing is rather heavy.

Such a minor injury shouldn’t display such fragility for someone of his ranking.

Yet at that moment, with as he stabbed himself, his breathing had become heavy like in childbirth.

Even at the same time, his hand truly reached into the wound, feeling around, yet the process was far from smooth like last time.

”You’re lying... it’s not Don Juan.”

However, ultimately being a Second Phase and above player, this small trouble remains clear-minded, and the next moment, he coldly speaks while staring at Mr. Ji Sr.

Appears to vaguely fashion himself into a piece of detection equipment, confirming it was genuinely just a piece of wood.

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Dimensional reduction strike, none like this.

Mr. Jose is already decisive and ruthless; regarding the detection result, Fu Qian also believes he has an absolute reason for confidence, yet cannot help lamenting at that moment.

How does that saying go—despite all your effort, you merely stand on the threshold of being fooled by me.

If there’s still a possibility of Mr. Ji Sr.’s independent actions earlier, how this anti-detection technology, however thought seems like the warehouse’s handiwork.

Can only say this plot truly leaves no room for survival, Fu Qian almost empathizes with the deep despair of the Divine Lord.

Of course, from his perspective, it seems the overall situation is settled, confirming whether it truly is a son’s rebellious phase taken to pranks—right?

”So can I be released to continue?”

Seems even ”Don Juan” himself thinks this way, facing Jose’s solemn announcement, Mr. Ji Sr.’s tone bears no emotion but naturally makes a request.

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Indeed, Mr. Jose is already old, lacks the courage to gamble.

Mr. Ji Sr.’s words theoretically bear no problem, yet the person he asks remains once again silent.

No wonder parents could burst a blood vessel seeing rebellious children, can only say this stance is truly hateful.

All evidence suggests bluffing, yet the person refuses to admit, blocking hearts to scratching ears.

And this time, even though Mr. Jose’s reasons for bursting a blood vessel differ, evidently he’s eager to burn the person to ash with a single flame, to see whether it’s black or white—boom!

Really, fire?

At that moment, it’s proven again that words shouldn’t be spoken carelessly.

It’s as though the anger in Mr. Jose’s eyes projected as reality, with tongues of fire erupting from the groom’s body.

This is absolutely not merely a visual effect, and almost instantly vaporized flesh is seen.

Even the terrifying scars left were ferocious, as if countless claws were tearing across the body.

Yet, even so, Mr. Jose still shows no sign of releasing restrictions, the groom maintains the signing posture.

Clearly for the former, whether the latter is gravely injured and collapses is completely irrelevant.

Under such ultimately conjured flame roasting, he can get a more reliable method of discernment—

”You’re truly not...”

Even truly drawn to a subversive conclusion, at that moment Jose’s tone is filled with incredulity.

So that’s how it is.

And simultaneously as an observer, Fu Qian also arrives at his own conclusion regarding the query about the weight on the other side of the scale earlier.

He of course has no connection with that suddenly emerged flame, but he seems to recognize that kind of flame.

The flame is black, even has the outline of claws.

Mother of the Gospel, he had seen a similar scene at Silver Mist Manor.