[Today’s work begins, entering containnt scene 1-002]
The ti was frozen at a quarter to midnight when the warehouse finally welcod its task perforr.
And faced with a daunting task, in Professor Fu’s fearless deanor, the task started rather briskly, with no chance for second thoughts.
[Current SAN Points: 144, Current Inspiration: 99]
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Not too surprisingly, the ability item configuration process was skipped entirely, and the level of danger continued to rise crazily.
In admiration, Fu Qian glanced down at the ss he hadn’t had ti to change.
Although it was already in tatters, he still straightened the third outfit he had changed into not long ago with a serious deanor.
Going to Paradise, one should be serious.
[Bright City, Darkness-free Zone.
In countless fears of eternal darkness, have you ever had a mont of such a little extravagant hope?
That when the end finally cos, you can open your eyes again and be pleasantly surprised to find that the legendary Paradise truly exists.
And that your good deeds and repentance were not in vain, allowing you to enter it, eternally enjoying peace, comfort, beauty, purity, joy, and all...
Now a clear answer lies before you]
Indeed, laying down the butcher’s knife and becoming a Buddha is not just idle talk.
As the task introduction swiftly appeared, although far from detailed, listening to it was enough to prove that the destination was indeed Paradise.
Perhaps considering past task encounters, it was hard to believe that one could truly enjoy those comndatory terms, but just the topic alone was already an affirmation of one’s character.
Even the visibility of the work scene seed likely to be very high, which counted as an improvent in conditions.
The places visited recently were sowhat gloomy.
In the optimistic reflection, the consciousness had already quickly recovered.
And rembering the task introduction clearly, Fu Qian imdiately attempted to find the light—there was indeed enough light.
Even before his eyelids were opened, Fu Qian still felt the transparency of the light shining on his face, burning so much that his optic nerve seed to warm up.
...
"Cough cough cough..."
Instead of creating a contrast, Paradise was actually not only not bright, but even eternal night, which Fu Qian appreciated, though he wasn’t in a hurry to open his eyes.
On one hand, it was to let the eyes briefly adapt, while on the other hand, to straighten the seemingly long-abandoned trachea.
It was fairly clear, yet seed not to have been functioning for many days, such that the first breath triggered a series of intense coughing—and cheers.
That’s right, though he had completely lost Extraordinary Perception, it did not hinder Fu Qian from confirming that he was surrounded by cheers.
n, won, young, and old, the voices seed to carry genuine joy.
Clap clap clap...
There was even applause afterward.
With such a display, it seed impolite not to respond.
Cough cough...
After coughing a couple more tis, feeling his once-stiff body seeming to warm up slightly under the bright light, Fu Qian finally attempted to prop up his upper body and slowly opened his eyes.
"Sorry, young man."
The first thing that ca into view was a face that could be described as the embodint of ’joy’.
Though he called him young man, the face wasn’t old either.
About forty years old, deep eye sockets, no beard, a head of smooth golden hair sticking to the scalp, appearing particularly brilliant under the seemingly ninety-degree direct light—and thinning slightly in the middle.
So even in Paradise, hair loss was unavoidable?
"Accidentally dug up your grave, you won’t be angry, right?"
While Fu Qian marveled at certain powerful authorities, the blond man continued, explaining why he had apologized earlier.
...
Truly a realist, talking about grave digging without deceit.
Instead of rushing to forgive, though he had slightly sensed the surrounding environnt before opening his eyes, Fu Qian naturally looked around after what the other had said.
Indeed a treasure ground.
The place he had just been lying flat was clearly a well-constructed wooden structure, with a hard pillow thoughtfully placed under his head.
Even the surrounding area revealed freshly dug soil.
Heavenly Dao and Reincarnation indeed held endless suspense, enough disturbances to the tranquility of the deceased had been done recently, and at the start of this task, he actually beca a victim.
But at this mont, all of this basked in the direct bright light ntioned earlier, all evil driven away without a trace, with no discomfort whatsoever.
Besides the blond man, there was a complete circle of people surrounding the not-too-deep dirt pit.
Obviously, the cheering earlier ca from them.
n, won, young, and old, everyone’s faces were illuminated brightly, without a hint of shadow, all carrying genuine joy.
"No, cough cough..."
After a round of observation, Fu Qian finally attempted to speak, and again was t with a round of coughing as he shook his head.
"At least you didn’t dirty my clothes, did you?"
Nonetheless, Fu Qian explained his non-anger reason, indicating his body.
A quick glance with the corner of his eye earlier revealed that while not the original outfit he wore, it wasn’t excessively extravagant because of where he lay.
Fairly suitable for daily wear, and the material was quite new.
At the sa ti, having the soil dug out and the coffin opened, the dark-colored outfit being free from any dirt was already remarkable, making this statent indisputable.
Additionally, he had caught a glimpse of the surrounding figures, though not too many in number, which resembled a fashion show of sorts with various familiar and unfamiliar styles.
Included were gentlen in elegant attire, as well as ladies in light clothing, their bodies graceful in the bright light.
The overall impression surprisingly fit rather well.
Wow—
Amid the appraisal, Fu Qian’s response seed to surprise the audience slightly but was soon followed by more enthusiastic applause.
"That’s great. It’s clear you’re one of the most interesting lucky ones in the past hundred years. I’m really glad not to have missed this testant to rebirth."
Even joining in the applause, the speaker remained the blond man, who made a gesture towards the side while speaking.
"Anyway, welco to Paradise, considering there’s nothing on your tombstone, what should we call you?"
Wordless monunt, huh?
Though he was now sitting up completely, from Fu Qian’s angle, he could only see the back of a white stone monunt.
It’s hard to say whether the warehouse arranged this kind of entrance as a hint of great sins or rely to save effort in naming.
Anyway, naming has always been his strong suit.
Running his hand over his face, Fu Qian’s gaze had a trace of ambiguity, as if still digesting the incredibly significant information.
"Lu Ming."
A mont later, he finally spoke to give a na, his tone full of past dreams.
Rebirth indeed belongs to my rebirth.
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