Chapter 712: Chapter 710 Mont of the al (26)_1 Chapter 712: Chapter 710 Mont of the al (26)_1 Ha ha… Heh heh…
Fu Qian’s response successfully stunned Patch for a mont, but he soon burst into a sleazy laugh.
“Are you trying to say that it was I who made you destroy my creation, kill my horses, and then sit here to chat with ?”
“Are the horses referring to Gaya and the others? I must say that’s quite an interesting nickna.”
Fu Qian clicked his tongue in admiration, recalling the na of the item he was supposed to contain this ti, and gestured around with his hand.
“As for your question, you arranged such a classic welcoming ritual, wouldn’t I be too disrespectful if I didn’t show up?”
“Interesting!”
Patch finally seed a bit surprised.
“I have to say, you Scavenger, are a bit different.”
Was that an acknowledgnt?
Hearing the term Scavenger, Fu Qian could almost confirm that his guess was correct.
So, this was indeed a ritual?
The test for the Dimming Pony was rely an outward show; essentially, it was a well-set trap to lure one into a pot, ultimately reaping SAN Points.
“Where am I different? Did you not expect to be a Demigod?”
Fu Qian thought aloud as he asked.
“I didn’t expect you to be such a powerful Demigod.”
Patch’s tone sounded mockingly sincere.
“Oh? Then have you t other Demigods who aren’t as powerful?”
Fu Qian asked, not minding in the least, even eager to know more.
“I’ll give you a piece of advice, if you want this conversation to be more aningful, the only way is to show sincerity, not to play tricks.”
“Trust , it won’t do any good for you.”
Patch, while sneering, actually squatted on the seat, hands dangling by his knees, looking much like an elder at the head of the village.
“Let think about it.”
His warning gave Fu Qian a mont’s pause for thought.
“Are you trying to tell that intimidation is useless? Whether I can know sothing or the credibility of the answers all depend entirely on your mood? It seems you’re very confident that I can’t cause you any substantial harm.”
“How can there be no harm?”
Patch laughed even more provocatively, pointing at the ceiling above.
Beneath the ravage unleashed by Fu Qian just before, there was a large hole filled with violent aesthetics.
“Such a fine toy, ruined at your hands, is rather heartbreaking.”
“So the situation now is that you have already hurt , and under these circumstances, you want to answer questions—don’t you think you need to be a little more sincere?”
“Logical and well-founded.”
Fu Qian nodded seriously.
“How should I be sincere about the question, shall I knead you another horse?”
“No need, the Dimming Pony is nothing more than a symbolic assembly, which you’ve been devouring for so long, the horse’s neigh is still continuing, isn’t it?”
Patch pointed to his head.
“Besides, you don’t need to worry too much, soon, when the ti cos, I’ll leave on my own and won’t delay your work.”
“Essentially, there’s no irreconcilable conflict between us.”
“Are you sure?”
Fu Qian looked shocked.
“How do you account for the losses I’ve incurred before?”
“For that, I can only say I’m sorry—and before this ga is over, I don’t know how many losses you’ve had.”
Patch laughed slyly, but there was an oddly sincere ring to it.
“Actually, this is precisely what makes a toy interesting. Until you lift the cup, you’ll never know what numbers lie beneath. The unknown is the source of all fun.”
“Many tis, I have pondered over the possible encounters between the Scavenger and those numbers,” Fu Qian said.
“Believe , that’s way more sophisticated than any made-up story.”
Interesting!
So, at this mont, Patch isn’t aware of how many tis he has failed in his containnt attempts?
Does he even not know how many SAN Points he’s harvested?
Although Patch spoke ambiguously, Fu Qian found sothing intriguing in his words.
It seems that only when the mission is completely over can he tally up his gains all at once.
In fact, this was closer to Fu Qian’s own speculation.
The Patch before him, even if not of a Divine Tier, was probably not far off.
And it was almost certain that he had so understanding of the warehouse, its characteristics, and the patterns of its interventions.
Only with this knowledge could he set traps in return.
But even so, essentially, the core of this ga was still provided by the warehouse—the ability to reset indefinitely until successful containnt was achieved.
As for the warehouse’s authority in this matter, Fu Qian had confird earlier that even so true Divine Beings were not immune to it.
In this regard, Patch was likely no different.
Therefore, with each containnt attempt by the warehouse, Patch would probably also be reset in sync.
When facing himself or his predecessors, he would not retain the mory and cognition from the previous attempt.
Only when his unfortunate predecessors’ SAN Points dropped to zero, consud completely, or when the SAN Points didn’t drop to zero but the staff had to make a run for it and the warehouse was forced to accept a failed outco as reality, would he be able to acquire his spoils all at once and retain the experience of the last attempt.
Of course, the sa was true if the warehouse succeeded.
If Patch wasn’t lying, he was just dropping a toy and running away, and the mory of the entire failure process would also be retained, with just fewer harvested SAN Points.
The only unfortunate ones were the Dimming Ponies.
They would die in perfect self-deception, trapped in the persona they had created for themselves.
“I must say, it really is an interesting ga!”
Fu Qian, who always sought the truth, did not skimp on his praise for the intricate structure of the ga.
“Heh heh heh… I knew from the start that you were different,” Patch said, his tone even feeling like he had t a kindred spirit.
“Morality and justice, such things are aningless to you; essentially, you are more like than anyone else.”
“You flatter . So, were you the one who suggested the creation of this toy to the Dimming Ponies?”
Fu Qian was receptive and eager to learn.
“A chance every year for forty-eight hours, to play out a perfect test, where a potentially lethal challenge from the heavens could result in either a huge reward upon success or complete obliteration upon failure?”
“I have to say, this reminds of sothing akin to a tribulation concept,” Fu Qian comnted.
“Tribulation, that is an interesting way to put it, heh heh…”
Patch continued with a sly laugh.
“Speaking of which, Gaya should be the first of the four Dimming Ponies—”
But Fu Qian’s next question was suddenly interrupted by a different sound.
It wasn’t Patch; it was similar to the chirping of crickets, clearly produced entirely by chanical ans.
The next mont, Fu Qian reached into his chest pocket and took out a golden wristwatch.
That was the one he had hung there before.
And right now, the cricket chirping sound was coming from it.
The alarm clock on the watch was going off.
Seven fifty AM.
Fu Qian looked closely at the ti displayed but did not speak for a mont.
He had set the alarm himself; he was very sure of this.
The question was, why did he set such an alarm?
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