Facing an Ancient God for a Year Chapter 613 - 613 613 Uproar (37)1

Chapter 613: Chapter 613: Uproar (37)_1 Chapter 613: Chapter 613: Uproar (37)_1 “It doesn’t seem like anything’s changed!”

When the hands of the pocket watch in his hand stepped to the calculated position, Fu Qian observed his surroundings imdiately.

Nothing unusual seed to have appeared, including the crowd frolicking in the distance, which looked perfectly normal.

However, even with this scene before him, Fu Qian still sat motionless in his original spot.

A professional taskperson would not make the mistake of blind optimism; the anomaly might already be there, but it just hadn’t been observed yet.

The spot he currently occupied had been carefully selected – his view was good, the location peripheral, not a thoroughfare to any particular destination.

The purpose was to minimize variables when the nightmare ca.

So, returning to the question, where exactly was the anomaly manifesting?

While pondering, Fu Qian suddenly felt a taste developing in his mouth.

An extrely rich flavor, one could even say the ultimate pleasure for the tastebuds: the deliciousness of fresh fish.

Was this… the taste of fish?

Fu Qian was certain he hadn’t eaten anything, but the taste was so real.

The next mont, Fu Qian realized sothing.

He had seen a kid on the beach holding half a skewer of grilled fish and nibbling at it.

The fish, golden and crispy, was such that one glance told you the grillmaster was highly skilled.

At that mont, Fu Qian had subconsciously lanted that the fish must taste good and considered trying it if he got the chance… and then there was taste in his mouth.

Is there such a thing?

Amidst his astonishnt, Fu Qian felt sothing and looked with concentration, discovering that the receding tide had left sothing behind on the beach—a group of fish of various sizes and species.

These fish were obviously still alive, thrashing about trying to escape after being stranded.

However, the bodies behind their heads were uniformly golden and crispy, enticing to the eye and likely to stimulate anyone’s appetite.

Not only was there taste in his mouth, but even living grilled fish were springing out of the sea?

Fu Qian seed to understand the aning of a sweet nightmare—inner thoughts could materialize, the stuff of legends where whatever you wish for cos to you.

Although the mode of appearance was sowhat horrifying, it did indeed qualify as a sweet dream.

At the sa ti, Fu Qian noticed that the actions of others were unaffected; even those passing by seed oblivious to the enticing grilled fish strewn about.

These things seed to affect only him.

Sadly, if it could affect everyone, he could simply wish to defeat the likes of Ariel, Veheler, and Hamadus in an instant, thus easily completing the task, couldn’t he?

“Hmm?”

As he was contemplating, a voice reached Fu Qian’s ears.

“It’s actually you… Hehe, I told you we’d et again.”

The voice sounded rather familiar.

With a bit of reflection, Fu Qian recognized who it was—the Human-faced Worm who claid to be the God Eroder.

It seed that Brother Interlocutor had not forgotten him since they last parted.

“You appear to be in a very special state, which really delights .”

Perhaps it had been too long since Brother Interlocutor had communicated with anyone because, without waiting for Fu Qian to say anything, he eagerly expressed his schadenfreude.

“But rest assured, my state is far from recovered, and I am not able to affect you.”

“Of course, there’s no doubt that in the ti to co, I will very much enjoy being an audience mber, hehehe…”

“Don’t resist, this place will soon be your final destination.”

Amidst the standard villainous laughter, this individual concluded with a sentence that was almost a curse.

…

So, does this sweet nightmare indeed relate to the Nightmare Corridor?

Regardless of the motive, Brother Interlocutor’s eagerness to express his emotions still brought valuable information.

As for whether he truly hadn’t recovered enough to only watch from the sidelines, Fu Qian didn’t care in the least.

There was no chance for negotiation and rcy between him and this being.

So, no matter what it said, he would face it head-on.

“Should I just space out now to avoid more trouble?”

After all, given the current situation, even an inadvertent thought could very likely cause sothing unusual to happen.

At this mont, one could even see a fish with an enormous head struggling to twist its scorched-yellow body and leap onto the embanknt.

Dragging along a trail of scattered debris, it resolutely headed in Fu Qian’s direction, seeming quite interested in getting a taste of him.

The more things like this there were, the worse it was for him.

Next, Fu Qian tried to empty his mind, not thinking about anything at all.

Unfortunately, within a few seconds, he felt his mind beco chaotic, almost incapable of producing a normal thought.

The very idea of voluntarily emptying his mind had also beco a reality, irrationally speeding up its own dissolution?

Indeed, it lived up to the Nightmare’s na.

It seed he had no choice but to enjoy this ‘sweetness.’ For a while, Fu Qian stopped trying to empty his mind deliberately, allowing his will to gradually return. The situation was now quite clear; his best strategy was to maintain this state until the commotion arrived— Before he could finish that thought, Fu Qian felt a voice explode in his mind. To be fair, the voice did have a certain lody to it; it wasn’t pure noise. But no matter how lodic, the noise was loud enough to be disturbing after being turned up to the maximum volu. Fu Qian subtly concealed his sentint, allowing the thought to dissipate freely. Because along with his previous sentint, the voice in his head had almost doubled in volu. This dream was truly exquisitely delicate! And under these circumstances, he still had to persist for over twenty hours. This was undoubtedly quite challenging; he needed to be extrely careful in controlling his thoughts. It would be best if during this ti, no one ca to disturb him, which would increase the unpredictability. … Unfortunately, ideals are always beautiful. Although he had chosen a relatively secluded spot, Fu Qian’s excessively flamboyant attire had inevitably attracted a lot of attention. In fact, at this very mont, soone had been watching him for a while and couldn’t help but strike up a conversation. “This thing’s pretty interesting, where did you get it from?” A spirited young man in his twenties, pointed directly at the top of his head and asked. “Project reward,” Fu Qian nodded and responded honestly. Based on his experience dealing with young n like this, not answering and pretending to be aloof was not a good idea. Feeling slighted was sothing they found difficult to accept; the manner of questioning could beco much more aggressive. “Project reward?” The spirited young man seed sowhat puzzled by Fu Qian’s answer and asked back with a confused expression. “Yeah, a project reward you can get just by working hard,” Working hard… With that explanation, the young man’s interest was visibly waning. It was clear that for him, the topic of working hard was utterly dull. Taking a breath, he seed unsure of what to do next, and after an awkward two seconds, simply turned around and left. That’s professionalism! Fu Qian was satisfied with how he instantly chose the topic that would most quickly cause the other person to lose interest. However… In the next mont, Fu Qian’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked towards a small cabin not far away where the door was undergoing so kind of change. Although it was open, the darkness inside seed almost tangible, while mysterious patterns rapidly erged on the door.