Underachievers might still guess the answer correctly.
Although it’s clear from earlier that the idea of a Colosseum and "them" were just stories fabricated by Assassin Brother to create a stronger dramatic reversal.
However, the room full of graffiti and the eye-covered carpet seems to require an explanation.
The other side can freely manipulate many things due to deep integration with the Other Shore, but as ntioned before, everyone has their limitations.
From Fu Qian’s perspective, Zhao Ran’s brother lacks the imagination needed to construct such a scenario, and it’s likely he’s rely a discoverer.
In this case, who was the original author?
What is the failure alliance carved there all about?
Also, why does the graffiti seem to move?
These questions posed at the start still seem worth answering to Fu Qian.
Introducing a concept of "them" indeed makes it easier to explain.
Unlike the group associated with Mr. Feng Sr., who are just playing around, there’s another group deeply involved here that did more things.
Their legacy was discovered by Zhao Ran, and the technique for deep integration with the Other Shore likely originates from it.
"Only one can be considered alive, but there is indeed a group of them."
Thankfully, the reliability of the Pontiff has once again been demonstrated.
While speaking, he waved his hand, and the Blood Pool suddenly churned, shockingly producing a human body.
...
Assassin Brother.
For Fu Qian, recognizing that figure struggling as if in the Netherworld River is not difficult; it’s none other than his recently eliminated research partner Zhao Ran.
His ntal state is visibly deteriorating further, as he struggles frantically left and right.
But no matter how hard he tries, he remains covered by the thick blood sludge, unable to escape.
Alas, don’t bla for being ruthless. When you set on the path of research, you should have known it’s filled with a trail of bloody cruelty, where there’s no turning back.
Even a step slower can lead to being cruelly abandoned, with no hope of ever reaching the position of academic leader.
"Is this the living one?"
Sighing inwardly, Fu Qian casually confird.
"Yes, although the ’Other Shore’ is indeed dead, there are still traces of activity within it. This should be the newly integrated one, remaining relatively intact."
"Of course, as this place collapses, he won’t escape the sa fate either."
The Witch nodded, rcilessly foretelling Zhao Ran’s destiny.
"It’s okay, he was always proud of this before."
Fu Qian perfectly understands the mindset of the person involved, indicating that it’s no big deal.
"Also, I can only manifest him; I can’t control his will, so you can’t interrogate him."
And the Witch’s bad news continues.
"No worries, his contribution is already complete, and he wouldn’t provide any valuable insights... What about the rest of them?"
Fu Qian simply signaled that it didn’t matter and shifted his focus to the incomplete "them" — indeed, quite incomplete.
Seeing how the Witch said little, the Blood Pool under the moonlight began to churn again, this ti producing a mass of dense figures.
This ti, it’s hard to regard them as human.
They look like wax figures left out under the Sun for a day, randomly grabbed from the pool.
Apart from Zhao Ran’s brother, who struggled much less, most of them didn’t even have arms to struggle.
The most complete of the wriggling traces barely allowed recognition of a human skull, and even that had a missing piece.
"They should have been fused with this place for too long; personal will has almost completely disappeared, leaving at most a trace of obsession."
While observing, the Witch pointed out that this group couldn’t even communicate.
"But weren’t they all entering this state together?"
Nodding slightly, Fu Qian confird with little regret.
"It seems so, but the ti should be quite long."
The Witch confird his observation.
"Understood, now I need you to help find sothing."
Though seemingly finding the right guess, it seems of little use, "they" are barely leaving behind a negligible Echo.
Nonetheless, Fu Qian signaled that it’s fine, and began gesturing.
"I need a parchnt or a golden chalice."
...
Honestly, either request sounds a bit far-fetched.
Even as a semi-controller of the "Other Shore", amidst this vast multitude of relics, such items are almost like finding a needle in a haystack.
But as the dignified Dark Moon Cult Leader, what’s finding a needle in a haystack?
"Sorry, there is indeed so gold, but no chalice."
With a puzzled yet unwavering deanor, after a brief consideration, the Witch truly made a discovery.
She even reached into a crack, withdrawing with a hand on sothing yellowed.
"Thank you."
Not forgetting to express gratitude, Fu Qian casually accepted the old object.
It was clear the Witch retrieved it from sowhere inside, so much so that subtle cracks were visible on it.
To prevent the antique from shattering, Fu Qian was exceedingly cautious in unrolling it.
"No, there is a chalice."
As the parchnt gradually unfolded, Fu Qian pointed at it, indicating that the Witch had indeed located both items.
"It’s truly a chalice."
Expressing no displeasure at being corrected, she leaned forward for a careful examination.
On the not-very-large parchnt, densely packed patterns were drawn, with the most noticeable being dozens of goblets.
The rest displayed slight differences in parts but overall resembled the four-hand patterns seen throughout the journey.
You can see the gradual evolution process from them, finally becoming completely uniform.
These marks also covered the surfaces of the chalices.
"You know who these people are?"
Given such developnts, naturally, the Witch had to make a connection, inquisitively confirming the next mont.
"I have an idea, and I know what organization they belong to."
Fu Qian sighed, seemingly feeling the weight of the item, making a hand gesture above his head.
"The Holy Grail Sect, a research organization from the outer world that drilled holes in their heads, hoping to explore the mysteries of Divine Beings.
"They crafted Holy Grails out of gold, engraved with symbols representing power, ultimately trapping Divinity inside for their use."
Upon naming them, Fu Qian recalled more than one acquaintance.
Mr. Luo, You Er, Sage, Collins, Claudio...
"Sadly, it is apparent that when the true mysteries of Divine Beings were right in front of them, it beca an incomprehensible nightmare.
"Individuals dwindled, the sect gradually declined but couldn’t identify the cause, or even conceive to search for one, as they couldn’t perceive people disappearing."
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