Chapter 131: Chapter 130 Disorder_1
[Identity verification complete, today’s work comnces]
Miraculous as it was, after leveraging the warehouse to solve the stone lion issue, Fu Qian didn’t dwell on it.
The possible speculations were far too nurous, and the current amount of information too scant; making rash conclusions was utterly aningless.
Early the next day, he entered the warehouse as usual.
This ti, however, he made the unprecedented discovery that there was hardly any activity within the warehouse.
There have been quite a few abnormal events recently. Does this an I can slack off for the day?
Or perhaps knocking off work just after punching in?
Fu Qian clicked his tongue in wonder while casually checking the spot where the stone lion had shattered the day before.
Now there wasn’t a trace on the ground, not even the dust was visible.
[Warning, containnt breach]
Just as Fu Qian was considering the most comfortable position to slack off in, a familiar voice surfaced.
[Na: Disorder, Code: 1-019]
[Today’s task updated: Enter the containnt scene of 1-019, complete recontainnt]
Was it just a little late?
And talking about surprises, are you seriously sending a Level 1 item my way just as I was about to slack off?
Fu Qian looked ahead as a mist gradually took shape; the sensation of his soul being drawn out washed over him.
[Entering containnt scene for 1-019]
[… 4%… 6%… 10%… 18%… 34%… 66%… 100%, loading of containnt scene complete]
[Current SAN Points: 131, current Inspiration: 36]
Is that it?
The voice at his ear abruptly halted, and Fu Qian couldn’t help but furrow his brows.
Sothing isn’t right. That’s too little information!
There’s a complete lack of background introduction, but what about a task objective?
Considering the difficulty level of previous Level 1 items, Fu Qian had a foreboding feeling.
At this mont, the images before his eyes shifted, and his senses returned.
Upon opening his eyes, Fu Qian found himself in a dimly lit room.
The room was small, less than twenty square ters, and looked quite aged.
At the mont, he was sitting in one corner, on a hard slab of stone.
To his right was a door that appeared to be very heavy and made of tal.
The other three sides were covered with gray dusty walls, all devoid of windows.
Could this task actually be a prison break?
That was Fu Qian’s first thought.
For no other reason than that the design of the room was just too classical, looking every bit a prison cell.
He first glanced downward at himself and saw no handcuffs or shackles.
However… the next mont Fu Qian made an unexpected discovery.
His bare arms and hands were unnaturally pale, nearly inhuman in their ghastliness.
Is this…?
Fu Qian was a bit puzzled. This sort of phosphorescent white was almost beyond human, wasn’t it? Had he already kicked the bucket?
Thinking of sothing, Fu Qian rubbed his fingers against the ground.
The Air Bullet did not appear.
As expected!
Earlier, not only did he not receive any task objectives, but there was also no prompt for choosing a Skill.
The fact was that his Skills were currently inactive, aning he was no different than an ordinary person now.
And it wasn’t just that.
Fu Qian threw a punch and found that both his strength and speed were quite ordinary; he feared he might not even match up to an average person.
This Level 1 item was really quite troubleso!
It had been a long ti since he had experienced this feeling of being back at level one.
Both the walls and the floor seed incredibly sturdy. Under these circumstances, the likelihood of breaking out through brute force was virtually nil.
Fu Qian carefully observed his surroundings and discovered that at the center of the room, there was an enormous black oil lamp.
The oil lamp had an ancient design, covered with a yellowing giant glass shade that faintly displayed blotches of bloodstains.
At this mont, it emitted a dim yellow glow; its faint light seed as though it could extinguish at any mont.
However, it was already the room’s only source of light.
While he was sizing up the situation, noise ca from the doorway, and the iron gate was slowly moved to one side.
The next mont, an exaggerated figure appeared outside the iron gate.
This person was extrely tall, not only clad from head to toe in a black robe, but also wearing an Iron Black Mask on his face.
One hand held a strangely-shaped weapon, completely barbed at its front, while the other hand held a brass-colored pot.
A prison guard? Such an eerie appearance!
Without making a single sound, the prison guard entered the room almost with a floating gait.
Completely ignoring Fu Qian, the guard turned his back, extended his hand, and lifted the heavy glass shade.
Subsequently, he raised the brass pot in his hand and slowly poured out a strand of pale green oil.
The oil lamp brightened up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In that instant, Fu Qian felt his skin turn even paler.
It wasn’t until the prison guard left that Fu Qian stood up from the ground and took two steps forward.
Almost instantly, he felt the heat in his body accelerate its departure, and at the sa ti, his consciousness also blurred.
There was sothing strange about the oil lamp!
Fu Qian imdiately realized this and swiftly retreated back into the corner.
It seed as if the object was accelerating his death.
No wonder he had woken up crouched in a corner; he must have been trying to avoid it.
[Current task has been updated: Find a way to terminate the Discoloration State]
Just then, a prompt sounded by his ear.
Terminate the Discoloration State?
Fu Qian glanced over his body, and that seed to be the situation he was in.
The emphasis on ‘current’ suggested that there would be new tasks later on.
Unlike before when there was a direct ultimate goal, this ti there seed to be a hint of a guided task chain.
No matter, he would take it one step at a ti.
Fu Qian wasn’t too troubled; having a goal was always better than not having one.
After adding oil, the lamp’s effect obviously strengthened, and even in the corner, the sensation of heat dissipating still persisted.
The exterior of the oil lamp was extrely sturdy; with his current condition, smashing it with his bare hands seed nearly impossible.
Fu Qian looked around and went straight to another corner of the cell, sticking close to the wall.
This room could be said to be completely empty, with almost nothing in it.
Apart from himself, the most noticeable thing was another corner where a skeleton sat huddled with its knees drawn up.
The skeleton had clearly been dead for quite so ti; even the surface of the bones had started to weather away.
Fu Qian squatted down to examine it thoroughly.
There was sothing in its hands!
Soon he noticed that the skeleton’s hands were crossed and tightly clenched, with sothing clasped between the gaunt phalanges.
Not wasting any ti, Fu Qian reached out to try to pry the hands apart.
Ah!!!
Just at that mont, a heart-wrenching scream emanated from within the skeleton’s skull.
The dark space, the sudden wailing.
This classic horror movie scenario, a perennially effective scare tactic.
However, the scream was abruptly cut off halfway through as Fu Qian had already grabbed hold of the skeleton’s lower jaw.
Too bad I’m not the sa as I used to be!
Fu Qian silently reflected.
It’s not that he was completely unscared, but since becoming a humanoid weapon, his response to threats had increasingly shifted to attack rather than to run away.
Even now, not in the best condition, that reaction was almost instinctive.
Could this be what they call the heart of a warrior?
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