The Engraving Wisdom session ended, yet it did not return to any previous node, instead arriving at a strange place, somewhat like a program glitch.
Whoosh——
Fu Qian raised his left hand and blew on it, as if to cool down an overheated gun chamber.
In truth, there’s no problem with such a description, because just now this hand had unleashed three breaths in succession and was still in a recharging state.
Indeed, let’s not mention the SAN Points, and other consumptions didn’t recover either, with his own state staying at the last moment.
So, was it not the Engraving Wisdom state earlier but reality instead?
On the contrary, it’s now entering the Engraving Wisdom, hence the unreasonable spatial transition?
The signs manifested, increasingly suggesting that the previous deduction might be wrong—only seemingly so.
Don’t forget the clock on the "Tyrant’s Mechanical Fist", how to explain if time really rewound?
Not that self-denial isn’t permissible, but it must be reasoned and evidenced.
pared to the earlier judgment being erroneous, Fu Qian leans towards if it is correct, is there a way to explain the problem of place and state—it seems there really is.
Fu Qian’s gaze finally moved from himself to his surroundings.
The scene switch doesn’t match, so why must it be back to reality?
Why can’t it be leaping from one error to another?
Because it’s so close to the source, all effects are enhanced, resulting in Engraving Wisdom following Engraving Wisdom.
If we hypothesize this, does everything bee reasonable?
Although the cost is the situation bees more pessimistic.
...
The feeling of falling into a ditch and unable to get out.
If the previous Engraving Wisdom experience was occasionally losing oneself in wild fantasies, ultimately always returning to reality at some point.
Then the scenario just imagined, could be parable to being bound by iron chains.
Error upon error, thousands of madness in an instant, even switching storing archives and inheriting ones?
Not to mention addressing the ultimate issue of how to extricate from such a situation, the danger while being in it is not low.
On one hand is damage, on the other hand, are SAN Points, Fu Qian is quite curious about what the scene would be like if his SAN Points were depleted in this situation.
After all, handling it just now seemed easy, but somewhat took advantage of the Judgment Chief’s mental lapse.
If there are several more of such level players subsequently, even if it’s not a SAN Points specific attack, handling them is still somewhat demanding.
Besides, there’s even a more subtle drawback—the Burial Scroll might never be used.
Because real-time froze the moment the door was pushed, and the 24-hour cooldown hasn’t elapsed.
In summary, being too prepared ironically elevated the difficulty of this exploration to an astonishing degree.
Meanwhile, being so efficient resulted in the strongest form’s cooldown falling behind—now that’s professional.
To bee an academic leader, the ability to create problems without having any problem, has always been an important trait.
What kind of extraordinary gains will this unmeetably bizarre predicament bring?
It’s intriguing.
With great interest, Fu Qian already arrived before two side-by-side doors.
Behind the doors are all upward paths, but the destinations are evidently different.
"Where do you want to go?"
And just as Fu Qian tried to sketch out the possible terrain in his mind, a voice suddenly asked beside him.
...
This motion, the storage room déjà vu is quite strong.
Just checked earlier, there were no living beings in sight.
Yet the suddenly appearing voice was as clear as a whisper.
If not for the content seeming off, one would almost wonder if the storage room became lively too.
Unfortunately, as a fact-based realist, Fu Qian’s immediate response was to more precisely lock onto the source of the voice.
"To go to places that are allowed."
In the next moment, he approached a spot on the wall and casually responded.
Even though there was no one there, not even a human-shaped pattern.
The only difference from other places being the strands of silver white on the greenish-black wall surface.
But the voice indeed emanated from this place.
Don’t plicate things unnecessarily, pared to the storage room being lively, Fu Qian leaned towards the scenario being an inter in front of him.
Perhaps lacking a normal structure, but remember this is the Supernatural World.
Especially since although the pattern is abstract, the black background and silver lines clearly resemble the style of the lamp stand earlier.
Despite switching scenes, still inside that ancient research institute?
It is exactly by making this judgment that Fu Qian chose such a response.
No matter how the previous situation developed, being a cleaner accepting a mission was the role, this job’s content was never forgotten by him.
And when seeking the "shadow", not only must locked doors be avoided, but even places with researchers need consent to execute actions.
This was something that the reception panion specifically emphasized then.
"...then you should head to the lake outside."
At this moment, this principle paid off, after a short silence from the "inter’s" other end, it indeed responded, emphasizing Fu Qian found the wrong place.
...
Who said it was wrong? This place is exactly right.
Simple response, yet the amount of information is definitely not small.
Firstly, it indeed is a supernatural inter, thus the situation, equivalent to interrupting here abruptly as an uninvited guest and being observed by indigenous inhabitants making inquiries.
It sounds seamless in an instant.
Secondly, "the lake outside," such a statement indeed corresponds to the mission received earlier.
Being able to say this means two things, firstly the place is correct, this really still is inside that ancient research institute.
The second is the timing is correct too, the research institute is not only operational but is also in normal recruitment for the shadow cleaning task.
In summary, it seems pletely feasible to continue the previous persona.
"Unfortunately, I just discovered something much more significant inside here."
For a moment, facing the response, Fu Qian shook his head, disagreeing.
"Although I temporarily handled it, it feels like the situation inside here is far more severe than imagined, it’s very necessary to conduct a prehensive internal search."
These words are by no means nonsense, for Fu Qian, it’s merely adhering to the persona, recounting the previous experience.
Of course, to avoid seeming arrogant, he very humbly didn’t detail how severe it was.
"Is that so... then why did we not sense anything?"
Perhaps the conversation progressing too normally, in the increasingly bizarre atmosphere, this time the other end of the inter fell silent for much longer.
"Didn’t I say earlier? Because I handled it."
Fu Qian remained more natural than nature itself, even taking out the selected short gun earlier, checking its ammunition.
"...Please take the left door."
The other side finally took the initiative to help choose the route.
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