Chapter 522: 522 Chapter 522: 522 “There is…”
The inexplicable transformation before her eyes seed to have ceased all of dea’s cognitive functions.
One second there was laughter and conversation, the next, a knife was at her throat.
Are n so fickle?
However, the cold sensation on her neck was very real, so in response to Fu Qian’s question, she unconsciously replied.
“Very good, a high-quality single female guest!”
Fu Qian comnted seriously upon hearing this, while the high-end kitchen knife traced a circle around her neck.
“Go and drive the car.”
“…Okay.”
Though the blade hadn’t cut through her skin, goosebumps still rose on dea’s neck.
Although still a student, his hands were steady, leaving no doubt that he could strike at any mont.
For a while, dea dared not object to Fu Qian’s demands.
…
“The car isn’t bad.”
Guided by a terrified dea, the two quickly exited the building and got into a bright yellow car in the garage.
“It’s… okay.”
Facing Fu Qian’s complint, dea managed a stiff smile.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her emotions.
“Where are we going?”
“Sowhere remote.”
Fu Qian said with a smile.
A remote place…
“What are you planning to do?”
Associating this with sothing, dea suddenly beca tense, her voice shrill.
“You’re thinking too much.”
“I’m not… I wasn’t thinking about those things.”
“Yes, so you were thinking too much.”
…
“Keep driving forward, don’t stop unless I tell you to.”
Considering driving safety, Fu Qian didn’t want to scare dea out of her wits.
Fiddling with the kitchen knife in his hand, he took his gaze away from dea’s face, looking ahead, lost in thought.
The school had reacted so quickly, it would have been too slow not to sense the targeting.
It was hard to believe that his own actions hadn’t intensified the stranglehold.
Fu Qian had no doubt that if he continued to stay at dea’s place, Chief Stan or so ssy parties would soon co knocking.
The task, which had been relatively stable, could fail at any mont.
…
At this mont, the ti left to himself had begun a countdown.
And the current situation looked as hopeless as ever.
The characteristics of this world made it a crematorium for people like himself.
Its basic law of operation was to eliminate outliers and maintain ‘normal’ function.
And without a doubt, people on a mission like himself were inherently unstable factors.
Once inside, you either follow the hints and complete each task without fail, integrate into the workings of the world, and then never know the true conditions for completion, trapped here forever.
That’s what happened to Edlar in the early stages.
Or you go against the hints, let the tasks fail, get reminders of the containnt conditions while becoming an anomaly, and then get silently annihilated.
Quite a predicant, truly.
…
As the wind whipped by and electricity crackled, the car quickly left the urban area, and the surroundings grew increasingly desolate.
Monitoring the rear through the rearview mirror, Fu Qian confird that, for the mont, no one was following.
The situation seed very unfavorable, as if it was an absolute deadlock no matter what.
But was that really the case?
The investigation into Brother Edlar wasn’t futile.
In this process, I saw the essence of the world—the Furnace was able to incinerate oneself because it was burning itself.
Although I didn’t know how that pervasive chaos was caused, there was clearly a force correcting it.
And this chanism of correction was precisely the source of the Furnace’s lethality.
This chanism rejects anomalies, fearing chaos.
The chaos wasn’t being reckless, but acting not according to the rules, or the hints.
For example, it doesn’t fear you unlocking with a key, even if it’s the lock of a bank, as that wouldn’t lead to chaos.
But it fears you unlocking in unusual ways.
This was probably also why my task suddenly beca difficult.
After all, according to what dea just said, occasionally not following the hints wouldn’t result in too exaggerated a punishnt.
The reason my task difficulty skyrocketed might not only be because I didn’t follow the hint and leave in ti; it could also be because I unlocked using a special thod.
Strictly speaking, this was also a violation of the hints.
Possibly, under such double rebellion, the targeting suddenly intensified.
Otherwise, the second task might have turned into “don’t go ho.”
Moreover, while the correction chanism is ubiquitous, one thing is also certain—it cannot employ ans beyond its scales.
Edlar’s experiences confirm that it can only throw people into complex situations, then step by step guide these people to deal with him, and the process also has to be reasonable and plausible.
If it weren’t so, why not just drop a teor on and be done with it? Why all the hassle?
And why there are such constraints, Fu Qian’s understanding is, the only principle of this chanism is to minimize chaos to the greatest extent.
Therefore, it will never use asures that exceed the norm, that are “anomalous,” to handle anomalies.
In summary, my opponent is not omnipotent; its lethality actually stems from its own fragility, and there are limits.
And to escape from here, trying to challenge its limits is a potentially effective approach.
…
“Should we continue driving?”
Another half-hour passed, and the surroundings had beco even more desolate, without a single person in sight.
The expression on dea’s face had visibly turned to despair.
“That’s enough.”
Unexpectedly, Fu Qian signaled for her to slow down.
“Take a break?”
dea looked at Fu Qian with so surprise and slowly parked the car by the side of the road.
However, the next mont, following Fu Qian’s gaze, she noticed a house hidden in the dense woods by the roadside.
By its design, it seed to be a kind of vacation villa, only it was clearly long abandoned.
A wilderness, a broken house—it was indeed easy to conjure up so unpleasant thoughts.
dea’s face turned frighteningly pale for a mont, clutching the steering wheel tightly.
“Get out.”
Fu Qian, however, paid no attention to her emotions, had already opened the car door, and signaled her to follow.
By the ti dea got out of the car tremblingly, out of the corner of her eye, she even saw Fu Qian casually picking up a black bag.
“Walk in front.”
Without any indication of his intentions, Fu Qian spoke in an unquestionable tone.
“…Okay.”
The house was not far from the road, and the two quickly arrived in front of the rural villa.
Pushing the door open, one could see that thick dust covered everything, indicating that it had been abandoned for quite so ti.
In her frantic survey, dea noticed that Fu Qian, right upon entering, was looking at one particular door.
That door was probably locked, but the key was in it, and it looked a bit rusty.
“Continue.”
The next mont, Fu Qian pulled out the key and tossed it to dea.
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