That’s too polite, old man.
The dilapidated house beca quiet again, Cardon’s eyes were completely closed.
And his last words turned out to be exclusively to express gratitude, leaving Fu Qian deeply honored for a mont.
There’s more to be moved by—not just this; regarding the topic of euthanasia, the other’s answer is also quite astonishing.
"You can do it when you feel it’s necessary," such a saying appears casual, but the confidence within can be described as surpassing eternity.
Unprepared, unable to respond, it’s almost universally abhorred by any life instinct.
Even including the Superior Beings encountered so far, regardless of their strong or weak states, you can vaguely sense their subjective initiative.
However, Cardon’s statent just now clearly transcends this point, to the extre.
Not only can you opt for euthanasia, but even at any ti you deem appropriate.
Coupled with the clear acknowledgnt of a death plan, what is ultimately shown is absolute confidence.
That regardless of who one is, what the purpose is, what abilities one has... after all these variable risks are considered, the old man still gives discretionary power, believing it won’t affect the final outco.
For a mont, Fu Qian seed to empathize with the legendary acceptance before death, granting permission for everything.
Not just a feeling, it beca clear to notice Cardon lying there, his breathing was slowing down.
...
Remarkably efficient, consolidating decades of drowsiness.
Breathing, muscles, even the movent of eyeballs, for Fu Qian, even if perception isn’t so convenient, can easily discern the changes happening in a body entering sleep.
And the elderly person lying there at this mont, undoubtedly fully ets these criteria.
After completing nurous bizarre checklist items, he seems to have let go of the last remnants of attachnt to this world, embracing release with infinite ease.
So much so that, theoretically speaking, at this mont all that needs to be done is a slap to complete the task.
As the last task of the week, it’s indeed an easy and graceful end.
Unfortunately, it’s only theoretical; this accumulated sleepiness for decades seems still too gentle.
Fu Qian did not move, rely sat quietly there with comntary.
For Transcendents, adjusting the body to appear asleep is not difficult, and such changes don’t really qualify as a standard of judgnt.
What’s more important is that currently, there doesn’t seem to be any standard for judgnt.
Cardon’s last wish seems ordinary, but in essence is not low in trouble degree.
On one hand, naturally because of losing the identity of the Master of the Dream Realm temporarily, right now although his body "sleeps," the state of consciousness is almost equivalent to a Black Box, difficult to investigate.
On the other hand, apart from investigating this aspect, what can be operated seems extrely limited.
For instance, the casual idle chatter just before—can help with "euthanasia"?
Although asked like that, in Fu Qian’s assessnt, feasibility should be very low.
All contents of Cardon’s checklist clearly aren’t just for reconciliation with life, but with a very clear purpose.
And that purpose wasn’t ntioned in the task introduction, and even Cardon himself has a very firm judgnt—revealing too much would affect the success rate of his plan.
As a result, although there was much discussion before, core topics never got touched.
The currently only basis for making judgnts is the content of the checklist.
In any case, theoretically completing this last item would achieve Cardon’s "real purpose."
That’s why more questions were asked, as guessing from these surface clauses isn’t easy, having more reference points is always good.
Even though Cardon Sr.’s answer, through its casualness, resonates with despair.
Being able to opt for euthanasia anyti implies this seemingly the only possible act won’t affect the outco at all.
...
This task until now has, to be honest, really low risk.
The only Transcendent, Cardon, even after discovering the oddity of the "driver," showed no intention to attack.
But conversely, the degree of trouble is sowhat high.
The old man’s uniquely special feeling makes it seem to Fu Qian that even so adept dream manipulators would find it hard to violently complete the last item of this checklist.
Most likely it would rely on continuous probing to unravel the logic and purpose behind the checklist, completing it through normal solutions.
Cardon’s communication style is sowhat akin to a warehouse—exactly the more you know, the more he’ll tell you.
Originally, given the completion thod of warehouse tasks, it should operate well—
One failure isn’t a problem, as long as there’s newly acquired information, then the next attempt would involve longer chats with the old man, harvesting more...
But unfortunately, Fu Qian’s current authority has upgraded to the "Solo Bet" level, requiring any task to be completed in a single go; otherwise, it’s a direct San Points deduction of 5 and abandon.
Prevented getting stuck in so tasks while making this type in front beco challenging instead.
Fortunately, he has always been a casual kind of person.
The only aningful act of euthanasia isn’t significant? Then don’t do it.
Cardon Sr.’s breathing continues to slow, already reaching the stage of thread-like breaths, and in facing this scene, Fu Qian finally made a move.
Only he ignored the involved party, instead reached out to open a small cloth bag beside him.
Indeed, when he got off the car this ti, he hadn’t forgotten to bring the things bought from the little shop.
As the ergency kit was opened, he didn’t grab bandages to bind wounds but continued to find a small bottle, opened it and sniffed.
Generally, putting liquid alcohol in such small packaging isn’t very appropriate, susceptible to damage, but at this mont it’s rather suitable.
The next mont, Fu Qian placed the small bottle of dical alcohol at the head of the old man’s bed.
Though there aren’t many trace elents within it, as a thin wine for farewell, couldn’t find anything better at hand.
Throughout the journey, the old man indeed had nurous uncooperative aspects, but Fu Qian however did not hold dissatisfaction.
This Middle Tier contender, similar to a Wall-Facer, is doing sothing even the warehouse wants to assist with.
As for having only one bottle of alcohol? That’s not a problem.
Bang!
Fu Qian lightly flicked with his finger, sending the cap of a glass bottle flying, as he took a mouthful of the light green liquid within.
Drive without drinking, drink and don’t drive, traffic safety matters.
This bottle of apple juice was just swiped from Raymond’s shop.
Unfortunately, its taste is similar to coffee, the symbol of green apple’s color clearly has too much artificial coloring, worrying about mutation if consud excessively—creak!
In the next mont, the outfit worth a fortune truly burst apart in more than one place.
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