[Task Evaluation, Undertaker]
Everything ended unusually tragically, yet more swiftly than anticipated.
Fu Qian only had ti to pay a brief tribute to Mr. Cardon Sr. with a glance, and the next mont he was in the warehouse.
As expected, the latter kept his promise, not lending a hand to return even a drop of blood.
However, perhaps as compensation, just as Fu Qian quietly assessed the damage, the warehouse gave a rather bold evaluation.
[Years later, as Cardon Dickens lay on the ragged mattress, he naturally recalled the night his father lay here.
As a sowhat reclusive young man, Cardon seldom communicated with his parents.
On that day, he had already lost the opportunity to converse with his mother.
Mr. Dickens, not assured to leave him alone, chose to bring him to a remote countryside and let him stay here alone.
That night, Cardon never fell asleep, constantly trying to detach himself from his current identity, a habit he was very accustod to in order to achieve inner peace.
Though a fervent invitation made that day significantly harder to cope with.
Eventually, at so point, Cardon broke his promise, left the room, and cautiously avoided his father.
Yet, the more he walked, the clearer the visions from the room next door beca in his consciousness.
By the ti he got into the car, he could already see his father’s grotesque face, even the wild aspirations in his thoughts—yet they were aningless.
Cardon knew clearly it was only a mortal’s delusion, and amidst the hesitation whether to wake him, he felt an unprecedented joy.
His long-standing thinking habit brought him transcendent feedback at that mont.
Eventually, he derived pleasure from refusing to help, refusing appointnts, refusing guidance...even refusing his own craving for sleep.
Thousands of nights went by as Cardon aged rapidly, constantly detaching himself, knowing he was getting closer to transformation.
However, when the end was near, he terrified himself.
Not just bewildered by what the ’True Self’ might be, but sensing he was unleashing so kind of horror, powerless to halt it—but he still chose to try.
He listed a simple inventory, decided to reverse along his path, and perish within his own becoming.
Fortunately, though it seed rely his unrealistic delusion, it received your support.
In life’s last mont, Cardon turned into a mortal corpse, yet sealed the na of a Superior Being]
[Kill: Redeer]
[Reward: SAN Points 30]
[Special Reward: Calamity of Unborn Gods]
[Current SAN Points 215]
[Playback event review?]
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Oh? Really killed?
This task summary is rather detailed, after hearing it, it’s almost like recreating that remarkable night.
The prior deduction on what Mr. Cardon Sr. was actually up to has now been validated.
It’s not rely patching up life’s regrets in demise, but striving against the heavens with a mortal body.
He not only resented the transcendence upon him but even the force behind it.
Of course, this content was hinted at previously; the surprise here was in the last sentence—did that power behind him really perish?
Just now, when reversing the Power of Calamity exploded, it felt sowhat unique to the touch.
But the damage I sustained is enough to prove the remarkable nature of the force behind the "Righteous"—on a level of Superior Beings.
The task approach was consistently clear; the warehouse might have only demanded eliminating the "Righteous" for Mr. Cardon’s chance to sleep.
Yet, Fu Qian is unwilling to miss the opportunity with such a special case and decides to seek more engagent.
The specific thod was to let the opponent take the first move, even at the cost of losing a section of the Blood Bar, and grab in reverse.
The result you tell is, the opponent unleashed explosive damage with one hit, simultaneously, facing my one-hit also directly detonated?
It feels a bit too counterintuitive.
However, the kill list below, along with the entire extra ten SAN Points gained, seems to really support this statent.
Bear in mind, throughout so many missions, even the clear kill of the God of Hubbub, Hamadus, only rewarded single-digit SAN Points.
Perhaps...it’s because too many of my Blood Bar were knocked off?
Looking down at his battered hand, Fu Qian thought of a possible explanation.
Though containing an elent of opportunity, a hit dropping this much of my Blood Bar—could it be of a high-risk, high-reward nature?
Previously it was ntioned the action of the "Righteous" against him was sothing more unique than Spiritual Parasite.
Even if "Thousand Fingers Pointing" is its ultimate supre version, in trying to summon the force of a legitimate Superior Being to achieve the effect of letting the projection hit the principal, it might need a certain depth of combination chanism.
This chanism also similarly fortified his counterblow, ultimately achieving an exaggerated kill achievent.
...
Reasoned sowhat, but still astonishing.
A direct spirit extinguishing strike, honestly such fragile contenders are rare.
Yet, nevertheless, I received a special reward after the Godslayer?
With a clicking sigh, Fu Qian’s gaze shifted to his other hand.
[Na: Calamity of Unborn Gods]
[Type: Special Item]
[Calamity of the Righteous, Black Dream of the Unborn Gods.
An extravagant expression on the comical mask, seeming hearty laughs yet desperately restraining, when looking at it can seem to feel the unease deeply inside.
It’s said the Righteous are the youngest Divine Favored, however, the God that should have bestowed them birth significance ultimately failed to hatch.
This fragnted completion twisted into a ridiculed Mask, anyone who puts it on will have their fate tainted by the black dream of the Redeer.
That’s not a true Dream, rely directs you toward an invisible path.
Though broken and ominous, it is indeed the path of Divine Beings]
[Remark: That is false, that is true, that is Him, that is ]
...
Seems even more astonishing.
Fu Qian weighed the object in his hand.
Not heavy, red-white color sche, does resemble a Clown Mask.
Aside from the micro expression ntioned earlier, at first glance, indeed appears a bit unremarkable.
Although the introduction is slightly obscure, it’s not hard to derive a conclusion—that a contender who should have stood atop the transcendence really got pressed to death by myself.
And His esteed na is "Redeer"?
Honestly, it doesn’t sound too grand, seemingly not the sa league as Tyrant.
Additionally, as a special reward, it doesn’t seem to be as exaggerated as Godslaying Power—but more extravagant.
This is indeed the Power of Becoming a God.
If interpreted correctly, rely putting it on would automatically initiate a ceremony of apotheosis.
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