Seek a wisp of the Fire of Madness to burn away one’s will?
This request probably wasn’t common even in the Tyrant’s era, right?
Facing Nepheli’s request, Fu Qian couldn’t help but admire at that mont.
Even the Lost Wanderers in the Abandoned Prison essentially seek refuge out of desperation, a completely different nature.
In the end, such a distinguished figure, after much scheming and probing, was willing to trade secrets for nothing but the Tyrant’s tornt?
Such a contrast was indeed significant.
Yet, as ntioned earlier, upon deeper reflection, one might find so logical coherence to it.
Confirming, after much risk, was it truly he who blad the Native Council for the Fire of Madness, not to settle scores?
Then confirming he could provide this fla does hold aning.
anwhile, the content of this request subtly adds a unique perspective to what was said about Doomsday Ashes earlier.
Theoretically, Nepheli’s psychological symptoms are quite diagnosable, especially when compared to the Jade Soul Master’s exaggerated abstraction—
Because of the pursuit of miracles, she saw things she shouldn’t have, leading to doubts about the world’s existence.
The difference might be that the Jade Soul Master classified everything as his own delusions.
Nepheli’s statent, however, leaned more towards a post-Doomsday scenario where a bunch of lost souls enter a specially woven dream, pretending the world continues.
Including the warehouse that seems to have been struggling to maintain, which has actually failed long ago.
In conclusion, similar symptoms, differing degrees.
Yet the phrase "The night and nightmares are too long," as famously remarked by the Prism of Radiant Transformation, seems increasingly valuable at this mont.
Where did Nepheli learn from? What does it an?
It couldn’t help but remind of Red Moon’s previous ntion—don’t indulge in lies.
What exactly are lies? The entire world?
From this perspective, it strangely fits.
Regardless, now one can sowhat understand why Nepheli gave up the position of Dean at the Benevolence Institute.
Having glimpsed the reality of the world, realizing the aninglessness of certain things, she turned to seek answers—or a certain goal.
"You have a chance to change your wish."
Not refusing, Fu Qian smiled back, seemingly confirming the other party’s resolve.
"Thank you but there’s no need, nor do you need to worry about any hidden dangers after I endure this gift."
As expected, Nepheli didn’t answer imdiately but fell into a half-second emotional reflection similar to contemplation.
And when she spoke again, her voice was calm and firm.
"I have special thods to slow my descent into such madness."
...
Indeed.
The first stance isn’t the impulsive and instant response but the determined resolution made after fully considering the consequences.
Nepheli not only wished to endure the gift but had already prepared to slowly savor that painful process.
It’s truly intriguing what exactly this forr Dean of the Benevolence Institute is planning to do with this burning gift.
"Please endure."
Amidst the sighs, Fu Qian did not further satisfy the curiosity ignited but continued, as before, by extending a finger.
The golden fla burst forth and quickly beca radiant, coloring Nepheli’s eyes.
"You..."
Though expected, the ease with which this was done visibly surprised Nepheli.
But she also refrained from asking about the relationship between Fu Qian and the Abandonnt King.
In the next mont, she lowered her eyebrows, closing her eyes, until Fu Qian’s finger ca to her forehead.
Boom!
The golden blaze erupted instantly, igniting that point and even her entire face.
Speaking of which, this seems to be the second ti a gift was bestowed recently?
Although slightly different in posture, Fu Qian still involuntarily recalled the scene when a certain Demigod nad Selana received a gift.
What a pity, as this person has an even higher ranking, unable to be broadcasted to the Greedy Worms.
...
"Thank you..."
It was clear that the feeling of receiving the gift wasn’t pleasant.
Such that Lady Nepheli instantly confird its authenticity and truly expressed gratitude.
anwhile, the special thod she ntioned was also manifested at this mont.
Even though Fu Qian had withdrawn his hand, the rampant golden flas showed no signs of extinguishing, and in an instant, spread across the entire body.
Giving the impression she turned herself into a torch, maintaining this withering without extinction.
Of course, the blaze was a bit fierce.
Nepheli’s expression when you thanked caused her entire face to tear and morph because of the movent of articulation.
Including this area that seed to be burning as well.
"Just a projection."
Nepheli specifically explained to indicate no worries.
"Understood, looking forward to your results."
Fu Qian nodded, emotionally stable.
The Fire of Madness always had a special effect on the Psychic Series creations, and Nepheli had said from the start she did not co here physically.
The goal now reached, there’s clearly no need to exert additional force to maintain this projection.
Although so countdown had officially begun, she believes her true self wouldn’t be as exaggerated as what’s seen here.
And his "expectation" wasn’t just empty words.
Such a character deciding to face sothing so resolutely inevitably stirs curiosity.
Unfortunately, the person involved did not respond to this sentence.
In the next mont, a pattern-covered do fell at Fu Qian’s feet, depicting swords that seed to shatter everything in this form.
The light subsequently dimd again, people and objects vanished, leaving familiar night before his eyes.
"Good, still enough ti..."
Already extracted from the previous scene, the Princess Xing’s Eyes did not disappear and even retained so warmth.
Fu Qian understood this as retaining a channel for "sharing results," quite satisfied for a while.
And after confirming the ti further, satisfied, he resud his journey back to school.
...
Indeed, everyone’s quite motivated.
A small travel episode brought extra gains and didn’t affect the journey.
And having randomly taken a lucky person’s seat, sparing him the hardship of traveling at night, the journey remained smooth.
As the splendid morning light ca, Fu Qian was already standing in front of his lab.
And soon he confird that Miss Liushuang and Wen Li weren’t sleeping in but had all risen early to learn.
Feeling the youthful vigor, at that mont, Fu Qian comfortably sat at his desk.
Oh? Seriously resupplied after previous consumption, even supplented another?
Quite thoughtful.
And soon, he easily noticed a not-too-distant Golden Candlestick, unable to resist praising it.
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