The perceived value of the preceding evaluations is still rising; just who is the formidable figure capable of achieving this level?
The budding smile of true anticipation is right before , yet Zhen remains completely unaware, rely staring directly down with an air of superiority.
Fu Qian isn’t fixated on this minor dilemma and instead sighs from a grander perspective.
Monts ago, there was talk of the rarity of normalcy in the mortal world, but in the blink of an eye, the Transcendent Index is about to skyrocket, with the frost-cold aura emanating from Zhen as proof.
Moreover, it seems far more than just a transformation induced by stimuli; it’s more akin to the old saying that the fault lies with the entire world.
Closed curtains, vanished others, the layered milk, and the surrounding floor covered with dark red stains unseen by Zhen...
All these hint at either being under intense psychological influence or having grown apart from that world monts ago.
Almost as if an inadvertent switch was triggered, plunging into another layer of the world—an Inner World?
Though the concept is sowhat theatrical, it indeed aptly describes the current situation.
This town, aging and dying, is comprised of more than one layer of reality.
The tranquil yet lifeless place just occupied is rely the most superficial phenonon, where a careless step can lead you into a pit—a snake pit.
The scenes evoked are undoubtedly akin to an upgraded cult classic.
Yet, this isn’t the reason for Fu Qian’s sigh.
The most crucial point is that amid such drastic, transcendent events, I still haven’t changed in any way.
Fu Qian is very certain that the body remains purely mortal, leading to rapid numbness on the side closer to Zhen under the chilling frost.
Having encountered countless horror scenes, the current scenario is hardly novel.
Assigned as Task No. 1, Fu Qian never hoped for too many peaceful years.
In fact, the current transformation, to a certain extent, can be deed a reward for my active endeavors.
Through identifying suspicious points, validating deductions, and attempting triggers, a significant success was achieved in unveiling another side of the world.
All these are correct.
Yet, under such circumstances, the Abandonnt King’s power remains utterly unreleased, which is sowhat shocking.
...
Laying traps, even establishing rules, to maximize advantages on one’s ho ground.
It’s unsurprising for a mission’s potential target to do these things, according to Fu Qian.
However, these advantages fundantally require a foundation; you can’t just change the opponent’s blood bar to zero.
Based on Fu Qian’s observation experience over many days, besides personal power level and authority, the degree of "entering the fray personally" is also an important factor.
For example, the Corrupted Sword Heart upon first entering the Academy, where in the final ga, it set a rule that upon contact with the opponent, it automatically fails as long as it feels fear.
But for such a rule to be effective, it also must adhere to the premise that "if it doesn’t fear, it reversely fails."
Only rules that bind even oneself can constrain others to the greatest extent.
However, despite falling into an Inner World with extraordinary power, the Abandonnt King’s power still has not been liberated in the slightest.
Could it be a double standard toward a chanical reset version of an Ancient Superior Being to such an extent?
It’s almost tantamount to a dinsional reduction strike.
Even if not an Inner World, but purely ntal influences like hypnosis, the nature is the sa.
What kind of power underpins it truly stirs the imagination.
Of course, one must think positively, although seemingly trapped in a perilous situation, my blood bar hasn’t directly reached zero, right?
Since the warehouse dispatches tasks, it proves the current situation is the result of mutual coupling.
"I didn’t see it, but I heard it."
Evaluating the current situation fairly and acknowledging its severity does not delay Fu Qian in maintaining politeness.
The breakfast shop’s uniforms are a bit too bright, the accentuating red stands out vividly, making Zhen appear ghostly in the dim light, poised to pounce at any mont.
"Moreover, there seems to be an issue with this cup of milk I’m drinking."
Yet, even so, aside from the polite reply, Fu Qian not only shows no intent to leave the perilous spot hurriedly but instead points at the front, still politely voicing his opinion.
Indeed, as the frost invades, the glass before has completely solidified, with the stains outside adding an unappealing visual.
Such a complaint would seem quite reasonable to anyone.
However, at that mont, the chill surges even more fiercely.
...
"What’s the problem?"
The last vestige of a smile evaporates from Zhen’s face as she stares coldly, fixing her gaze so intently that it seems Fu Qian can almost see cracks on her corneas.
After this standoff for a mont, she finally shifts focus to the food being complained about by Fu Qian.
But as the subject of complaint, Zhen still shows human nature, not very willing to admit it.
"Not cold enough, I suspect I was given the previous custor’s drink."
Yet the custor’s complaint is unwavering, as Fu Qian’s tone remains gentle, bluntly ignoring the truth.
Hmm...
Ultimately, Zhen bends down to pick up the glass cup before her.
Even such a minor action causes the nearby fingers to seemingly emit Ice True Energy, making Fu Qian feel as if the blood in the chest has ceased flowing.
Crack—
And after closely examining it for a re two seconds, a crisp shattering sound follows.
The glass fragnts fall from Zhen’s fingertips to the ground, leaving her only holding an ice chunk.
"Very cold."
As if oblivious, Zhen astonishingly offers the ice chunk to him.
Despite uttering just two words lightly, they sound like soone being pushed to the brink by a rogue custor.
"Besides, the sky is still so dark, where would there be an earlier custor?"
Before Fu Qian can speak, she proceeds to provide a reason and stretches out her hand to open the curtains.
...
Indeed, very dark.
The atmosphere inside the breakfast shop isn’t rely due to the curtains blocking out the light—it even obstructs the wind.
A glimpse reveals the large window beside, not only as stained as the shop floor but even half of the glass long smashed.
Looking out from this angle, the outside is not only a blur as if in a foggy extre night, but through the window’s breach, the darkness almost seems material, blown in by the breeze.
So the world is indeed mistaken?
Even with the slim chance of leaving here, what awaits would most likely be similar danger scenes.
Fu Qian, never blindly optimistic, finds the situation unsurprising, testing just slightly.
What draws his attention lies in another aspect—the table is quite long, and Zhen shouldn’t actually be able to reach the curtain from here.
Indeed, though her hand moved and the curtain did open, in reality, the two never made any contact.
Not just the frost aura, shattering the cup, pulling the curtain from the Void, all confirm that within the breakfast shop’s domain, she’s formidable in both physical and taphysical disciplines.
Avoiding being frozen and making a hasty exit wouldn’t be so easy—why should I run?
Fu Qian’s hand moves to the chest, pulling out a gun and placing it on the table.
"It’s really not cold enough."
While the other hand casually takes the offered ice, holding it with a blank expression.
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