Chapter 1259: Chapter 1257: Loss of Image (Part 1)
Is this what they call “luck favors the diligent”?
The letter wasn’t long, and given its overly familiar format, Fu Qian instantly sighed.
This escort mission’s greatest constraint undoubtedly lies in the urgency of ti.
In a situation where the Pontiff’s condition can’t be confird, every single second of delay might lead to complete failure.
Yet, no matter how ticulously ti is arranged, it still takes monts to execute.
At this point, it seed he had a chance to strike back with overwhelming force.
The reach of the warehouse is truly extensive; even here, it can be found.
Senior Liliyana being able to hide in such a place and slack off is no easy feat indeed.
…
As a professional, Fu Qian had obviously considered leveraging the warehouse’s authority to trace the past.
Particularly, although the reason remains unclear, the prior mission involving the World Within the Painting proved the warehouse’s ability to influence this world.
It’s true the tasks given are highly random, but when viewed through the principle of proximity combined with probability, the value is absolutely worth the attempt.
But all of this cos with a premise—how to receive the task?
Take off the mask and return to the warehouse?
He had casually tested this earlier and found no response at all in this place.
Honestly, it’s not surprising; he had forcefully opened the passage to co here by relying on the Extre Hunger Infection, so imagining a smooth return route seems naive.
For now, it seems the sa thod will most likely be required, first confronting the Nightmare Corridor head-on as per the cost of using Extre Hunger Infection.
In fact, from the very first second of arriving in this world, Fu Qian noticed sothing accumulating within him.
It’s difficult to describe what exactly it is, nor can he sense any impact on his body or mind.
But his intuition told him the deeper that accumulation grows, the harder it would be to escape the Nightmare Corridor when the ti cos.
In short, faced with this technical problem at hand, the only thing Fu Qian could think of was his previous experience of using Re-Assignnt to slack off, only to be forcibly dragged back to work in the middle of the night.
Since the warehouse’s tentacles could extend here, there’s a possibility in this regard.
So, while traveling back with Amila and the others earlier, Fu Qian had already been waiting.
Unfortunately, even after midnight struck, there was still no sign of attendance checks.
He had thought the warehouse was finally out of reach, but unexpectedly, it had already delivered itself in this manner.
Co to think of it, his career-launching mont was also with a similar letter.
And comparatively, the warehouse’s tone here seed even more courteous than when persuading him to join.
Free choice on whether to undertake the task—there’d be no penalties even if he refused.
The conditions were almost generous, full of respect for talent.
However, this thod of initiating the task…
Glancing at the bottom of the letter, the next mont, Fu Qian stowed the letter away, stretched his body into a strip of flesh, and silently slipped out of the half-open window.
The reason for such hassle, instead of directly using Blood Conquest to pass through the door, mostly stemd from his previous experience with the Clear Dream Ring.
The rules governing this world were rather peculiar, and it’s hard to say that certain special thods wouldn’t trigger sothing. There was no need to compromise the good image he had cultivated with The Sect for a bit of convenience.
…
Outside was still quiet; the two civil staff mbers of The Sect had long departed.
Recall the layout of this block, Fu Qian quickly reached a crossroads, turned left, then doubled back upon arriving at the next intersection, before turning right…
This overly bizarre route of movent would probably seem to any onlooker like Amila and the others, that his madness had further escalated.
But just a few minutes later, when Fu Qian returned to his original starting point and stepped forward again, the scene before him suddenly beca surreal, and a series of sounds rang out.
[Na: Lost Image, Serial No. 2-191]
[Today’s work begins. Entering containnt scenario 2-191.]
[Current SAN Points: 95. Current Inspiration: 99.]
Indeed, this was the bottom-line instruction within the letter, the way to initiate the task.
There wasn’t any specific address or guidance like going to a certain place or door; the key was to repeatedly traverse a cluster of adjacent crossroads in a strict sequence.
An intriguing yet eerie thod, the warehouse gave a sense of embracing local customs.
And perhaps due to the suspected nightmare nature of its essence, the foundational rules of this world exhibited remarkable abstraction.
[…8%…13%…21%…34%…55%…89%…100%, containnt scenario loading complete]
As thoughts churned, the scene ahead shifted, and when it stabilized, the first thing that entered his view was the soft brown upholstery directly in front.
He was once again on the move.
Fu Qian was certainly familiar with such a scene—it was clear he was sitting alone in a luxurious carriage.
Accompanied by crisp hoofbeats, his body swayed rhythmically with the carriage.
After three seconds of this motion, the customary task introduction still hadn’t appeared.
Strangely enough, it wasn’t surprising this ti.
Fu Qian secretly mused to himself.
Various signs had already indicated that while the warehouse could chase him here, its control was evidently different.
Take, for instance, the last ti he entered the World Within the Painting—there was likewise no task introduction then.
Perhaps precisely for this reason, the task wasn’t mandatory?
Regardless, one thing had undoubtedly improved—though he hadn’t been given the option to choose, he’d already checked first thing, and his abilities and items were still intact.
Fully ard, his tactical flexibility was exponentially increased.
If only the ti limits weren’t so tight—
[Containnt achievent condition: Before sunrise, purify the Blasphemous Blood within Jane Winslow’s body.]
Regrettably, the sudden prompt in his ear dashed Fu Qian’s hopeful expectations.
Clear and specific containnt conditions, which were certainly excellent, but conversely, the ti was significantly less ideal than he’d hoped.
Without pulling aside the nearby curtain, Fu Qian already knew it was deep into the night outside.
Of course, being a reasonable person, Fu Qian wouldn’t harbor resentnt over this.
Even if not intentionally, the warehouse had been very considerate, presenting itself as a benevolent employer.
With objective conditions established, it was now ti to employ subjective initiative.
Stretching lazily, Fu Qian picked up a heavy crate from beside him and casually opened it.
The interior of the crate was partitioned into several sections, containing a multitude of items.
The majority of these were various colored potions—red, green, silver, black—stored in nurous bottles and jars.
Evidently, they were the main constituents for the crate’s weight.
The other major category comprised slightly worn but ticulously cleaned tal devices.
Fu Qian pulled out a spoon-shaped object and used its small curved surface to reflect his current face.
It was neither Fang Xun nor Anke—clearly, the luxurious carriage wasn’t just for show.
“Doctor, we’ve arrived.”
A voice aptly sounded from outside.
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