"The ’taste’ is a bit strange."
Although just finishing the night shift, Fu Qian wasn’t overly worried about calorie issues, swallowing half of the arm in one gulp.
And, as it turned out, though a backup move, it was ultimately the last resort in a desperate situation.
If it hadn’t been noticed, it might have beco a thorny hidden danger.
Genuinely using authority as a bridge to secretly maneuver, securing an opportunity to seize a host for itself.
Unfortunately, it chose the wrong target.
Under the professional handling of the Abandonnt King, even at the last mont, though there was a slight stress reaction, it still couldn’t mount any decent resistance.
Continuing the impressions from previous tasks, during the final struggle of the "food," there erged a remarkably complex fragrance, leaving an endless aftertaste.
The whole process didn’t last long; very quickly, the hope of the superior being was thoroughly digested, welcoming insight.
Crisis also brings opportunity.
As early as when the warehouse indicated it couldn’t restore the condition, Fu Qian had pondered whether it could be possible to reverse the declining treatnt to bring so extra benefits from the task.
Indeed, it proves one must dare to dream; with the cooperation of the opponent, even the first effort yielded unexpected gains.
The specific content of this gain was even sowhat unusual.
[Revealing the ancient face with flesh and blood, breathing out the breath of destruction.
The breath is so pure, it’s the epito of pure power.
The only issue is that the ancient face has three.]
...
Revealing the ancient face on the body, exhaling the pure symbol of destruction?
This description inevitably brought to mind the fire, thunder, and blood rings previously erging from the palm.
Even the quantity matched; only instead of concentric rings, they’d turned into three parallel faces.
As for why the last sentence considered having three faces a problem... Fu Qian turned his head, gazing deep into the warehouse.
At the sa ti, the pressure from the ranking that surrounded gradually eased.
And upon returning to the Second Phase, Fu Qian thoughtfully activated the newly acquired skill.
Roar—
Instantly, the brightness before his eyes surged.
A burst of orange mixed with red, carrying an endless fiery intent of destruction, spewed directly from the chest.
Thick and forceful like a torrent, it surged toward the depths of the warehouse.
Is it really a face?
And without rushing to halt the process, Fu Qian lowered his head, examining the now ruined attire.
He saw that the spot where he had used for insight with a huge mouth now showed flesh distorted once again.
Compared to before, it truly resembled a more complete skull, albeit clearly inhuman.
Sharp horns, thick scales, fangs; that face was more akin to a reptile, much like the giant dragons once seen.
It certainly had a certain majestic intimidation.
Gazing at the flas spewing from that large mouth, Fu Qian assessed and slightly turned, expanding the area of destruction into a fan shape.
Still, he made sure not to intentionally damage the workspace, avoiding the shelves.
However, the surging destruction proved indeed worthy of the superior being’s residual echo, appearing to be around a First Phase level.
Though the warehouse didn’t react with the tension it displayed when Fu Qian transford into the Abandonnt King, it still seed to endure a significant pressure.
Furthermore, the scene faintly recalled an old acquaintance.
Silently evaluating the situation within his heart, Fu Qian was sufficiently pleased and finally canceled the fiery breath.
Roar—
Yet in the next mont, an electric arc, nearly blinding to the eyes, burst from the chest in a violently aggressive manner.
Indeed... fire, thunder, blood.
Fu Qian was certain none of it was by his choosing; everything expelled appeared automatically.
The three faces seed to endow the skill with excessive randomness, including the faces themselves.
In contrast to the preceding dragon’s head, the one now erging from the chest distinctly differed in even its shape.
Vaguely non-human, vaguely reptilian, yet certainly not the sa.
A single eye, no horns, with erratically long whiskers flying between bluish scales.
As the breath continued to ravage, this face slowly road—until pausing at the still-unhealed severed arm.
...
Can’t choose what to expel, but can choose from where to expel it.
As a specialist in flesh and blood, this ti Fu Qian didn’t even need to rotate his body manually, achieving a fan-shaped area of effect rely by moving the face’s position.
Regarding the recalled acquaintance... Fu Qian raised the hand now resembling a dragon’s head.
Once upon a ti, that person had the sa form, demonstrating the Power of Limb Attachnt over the archipelago’s waters.
Yes, it was none other than Old Master Lu, one of the founders of the Rebirth Club.
The recent fan-shaped fla almost imdiately sparked mories of past adventurous escapades.
So when activating the skill again, Fu Qian tried so aesthetic adjustnts.
Proving that although the face couldn’t be chosen, it didn’t have to appear on the chest.
At this mont, the imagery was closely akin to the orthodox form of Limb Attachnt.
And the expelled Power of thunder and lightning was no less formidable than the prior fiery force.
With this unexpected gain, it seed easier to later portray himself as one who successfully rges with Divine Power?
Through Old Master Lu’s painstaking efforts, he finally demonstrated to the world that Limb Attachnt is the future...
Roar—
Under Fu Qian’s cautious adjustnts, the third breath appeared directly at the severed arm, with even face and hairstyle modified slightly.
At a glance, it appeared as if Old Master Lu Ming had returned triumphantly.
Furthermore, this ti’s expulsion remained flas, the dragon head’s shape identical to the first.
Exactly, it’s not just about the lack of choice, or even sequential appearance; it truly is random.
The imagined blood attribute breath hasn’t appeared—and seemingly isn’t likely to anyti soon.
Like the prior Silent Contemplation, the expulsions don’t consu oneself but do require independent recharging.
After three consecutive activations, the new skill couldn’t be used again until recovery over ti.
Fortunately, there was no urgency; repeated intrusions were already impolite.
This ti, the flas’ expulsion lasted only a mont before Fu Qian ended it prematurely, turning attention to the elbow’s restoration.
It was quite satisfactory.
A fully charged, consecutive three-ti First Phase level attack with exceptional recognizability and confusion.
Accomplishing such a level of gain from a mission numbered 3—who needs anything more?
Even without yet knowing the revered na, rely the form of this skill aids in a better understanding of that Ancient Supre’s state.
The sheer random nature itself exudes a sense of extre chaos, let alone the incoherent three faces—could it be that it’s not that the authority of the Divine Position is too chaotic, but rather the Divine Position itself is chaotic?
Were the three faces originally belonging to three different "Divine Beings"?
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