Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Ravenous for a long time, Liang Yuntian’s bite was undeniably terrifying.

The seemingly indestructible centipede was bitten in half by him in one bite,

an eerie wail echoed throughout the space.

[SAN Points reduced by 5]

Considering his proximity, Fu Qian could be said to be the first to bear the brunt.

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In that instant, he felt as if his forehead was about to be flipped open, and his SAN Points plummeted by 5.

Like savoring the most delicious delicacy, amidst the splashing of juices, the Skeleton head swallowed the insectoid’s torn limb bite by bite.

With his movements, slender segments grew from his spine and swiftly elongated.

Almost in an instant, he became a centipede with a human head.

Qiu Chengyi, who witnessed this scene, went straight into a petrified state, even retaining a fanatical smile on his face.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing!”

Finally coming to his senses, Qiu Chengyi emitted a howl of utmost despair.

“Sorry, my hand slipped.”

Fu Qian handed the half centipede over to him.

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“Why don’t you see if it can still be used?”

Of course, that was just a casual remark, as Fu Qian could clearly feel that, with Liang Yuntian’s bite, the indescribable spirituality of the centipede had already dissipated, and now, at most, it might have some minor medicinal effect for activating blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

“Blasphemy against Divine Beings!”

Qiu Chengyi roared again, his expression hideously fierce.

“You must die!”

“That’s unnecessary for you to worry about, but now that the divine body has been desecrated, isn’t it a bit unreasonable for you, who claims to be the Godson, to still be here talking to me comfortably?”

“Perhaps you should reconsider the matter of ‘form is emptiness’ more carefully?”

Fu Qian’s logic was undoubtedly tight, yet unfortunately, Qiu Chengyi had clearly entered a state of mental confusion.

His brain had already refused to process this obvious logical contradiction.

“You must—”

Repeating his earlier declaration, his deformed arm tightened wildly, and Fu Qian’s bones broke who knows how many more times in an instant.

Unfortunately, he only got halfway through his sentence when a centipede with a Skeleton head bit into his neck, preventing the rest of his words from being spoken ever again. Ṝ𝘼Ν𝘰₿ĚŜ

[Mission completion, containment of Number 1-077 successful]

At the same time, the mission completion notification sounded.

And with the notification, the very existence of the entire space became extremely unstable.

“You really… are surprising!”

At this point, the Interlocutor, who had been silent for a while, spoke again.

“I can feel the Nightmare breaking apart, you can leave this place now.”

“I told you, as long as we don’t mess around, I’ll surely get us through.”

Fu Qian snorted.

“Indeed, although your methods were quite an eye-opener for me!”

The Interlocutor sounded as though he was pondering how to phrase his words.

“Anyway, thank you very much, you’ve helped me gain a deeper understanding of the essence of Nightmares! I think I’ll be more confident moving forward.”

“Are you saying I still can’t get out this time?”

Fu Qian’s voice was devoid of emotion.

“Yes, I told you before that my opportunity hasn’t come yet, I just didn’t expect to witness your success.”

“That’s truly a pity!”

“It’s time to say goodbye!”

As the Interlocutor spoke, Fu Qian noticed the tattoo on his left arm “float” up.

Like a massless shadow, the pattern floated into the air, then gradually dissipated from the edges.

“Although the process was a bit complicated, it seems we’ve ultimately achieved our original intentions? I have the feeling we’ll meet again.”

“Sure, goodbye!”

The next moment, as the Interlocutor’s silhouette completely dissipated, everything in Fu Qian’s field of vision began to crumble, including Liang Yuntian and Qiu Chengyi who were entangled in front of him.

The scene shifted, and when Fu Qian’s perception was restored, he was already standing in the warehouse.

[Task Evaluation: Dream Destroyer]

[The Tide of Spirituality surged in the deep nightmare, but this nightmare did not belong to one person; many bound wills coupled into this dream.

The great wills are watching here at every moment, wanting to take control of this narrow passage and descend into the real world.

During one wave of darkness, one of them sowed many seeds, hoping to birth a true offspring.

Unfortunately, a mutation in a seed not only led to the collapse of this notion but even shook the root of the nightmare to its core, which eventually disintegrated into an unknowable chaos.

To reappear this dream will take quite a long time]

[Kill: None]

[Reward: SAN Points +20; Inspiration +5]

[Current SAN Points 196, Current Inspiration 56]

[Play event review?]

In the warehouse, Fu Qian listened to a series of prompts ringing in his ears, his frown deepening the more he heard.

Something’s not right here; after all, it’s a Level 1 item!

Although there truly were no kills, isn’t the reward a bit too meager?

Fu Qian looked down at his body and saw that his injuries had already healed; there was no difference from usual.

“Play event review.”

Withdrawing his gaze, Fu Qian sat down directly in the chair and began to review the process of the journey.

“It doesn’t seem like there’s anything special.”

Until the playback ended, Fu Qian muttered to himself.

Aside from the difficulty being a bit less than imagined, the rewards were also a bit less than normal…

Long after, no more sounds arose in the warehouse.

Fu Qian, thoughtful, activated his mark and chose to go home.

…

It was still the same scene he had left.

Fu Qian glanced at the wall clock; it was still early.

Standing in the living room, he noticed an anomaly once again.

Surprisingly, there were no calls coming to his ears as if all of his acquaintances had tacitly agreed not to wake up.

Listening to the sound of the old men and women exercising outside, Fu Qian went into the kitchen and leisurely started to make noodles.

He was particularly earnest today, earnest to the point that he counted each strand of noodle.

Boil water, add noodles, season, serve in the bowl.

Efficiently, he finished preparing breakfast and stretched lazily, naturally sitting down.

However, the next moment, Fu Qian’s hand froze mid-air while holding his chopsticks, staring blankly as if his consciousness had entered a void.

In technical terms, it was as if his whole being had entered a state of system crash.

This state lasted for about five seconds, after which the chopsticks in his hand began to slowly descend, picking up a strand of noodle.

At the same time, a faint light shone on his wrist.

The dining table in front of him vanished in an instant.

The mark on Fu Qian’s wrist was activated, bringing him back to the warehouse once again.

In less than half a second, the chopsticks in his hand turned to ash.

At the same time, a mass of shadow trailed off Fu Qian’s body.

The mass of shadow seemed to come to life, constantly swaying from side to side, trying to return to the body.

But it seemed to be under some sort of invisible torrent, and it gradually misaligned with the body until it completely separated.

“Hello there, Brother Interlocutor!”

Fu Qian exhaled, his eyes regaining their vibrancy.

He took two steps back to ensure a distance from the shadow, then greeted with a beaming smile.

“Aren’t we seeing each other again a little too soon?”