612 Turmoil (36)_1 612 Turmoil (36)_1 The Sweet Dream Cage was indeed sharp.
Facing the compound eyes that were continuously gathering towards him, Fu Qian was actually very satisfied at this moment.
The fact proved that his SAN Points didn’t move at all; when this thing had set its sights on him before, he had lost five points at once.
Of course, the only problem was that when his body increased in size, his head couldn’t enlarge synchronously, which made his appearance somewhat unique for a moment.
But these were merely details. In the next moment, Fu Qian took a deep breath; his ferocious arm pierced through the compound eyes and deeply into the flesh of Hamadus.
Visceral Critical Strike*3
This time, Graceful Release finally triggered.
And under this terrifying strike, Fu Qian seemed to hear a chaotic wail, cutting through the loud commotion, sweeping across the entire dock.
The struggling body finally began to disintegrate.
Various chaotic flesh creations crumbled from the massive body, decaying and falling into the sea like raindrops.
And the strange compound eyes within the flesh also withered and shattered unwillingly, disappearing without a trace!
Is it done?
Watching Ariel, who turned and left without a second’s delay, Fu Qian took a breath and rapidly reduced in size.
But even after dispelling the enormity and Mythical Form, the furious output just now caused the Godblood Curse to spread quickly.
At this very moment, many parts of his body already felt somewhat alien, scales even growing out regardless of location.
But none of this was important. After completing the task, everything would automatically recover. Hold on—
Seconds later, looking at the surging sea and hearing the noise that had not yet dissipated, Fu Qian realized that the prompt for successful containment had not appeared.
It’s still not completed?
Everything seems to meet the requirements, right?
The people on the shore are still yelling, and Ariel even ran away.
Fu Qian recalled the content of the containment conditions.
[Before the commotion ends, thoroughly destroy Hamadus.]
The commotion definitely hasn’t ended, but the task hasn’t been completed—the only explanation is that Hamadus hasn’t died.
But given what just happened, Hamadus appeared to be completely annihilated.
An entity that’s clearly dead, but isn’t dead… unless that “clearly” is false?
Staring at the tumultuous sea, Fu Qian quickly used the process of elimination.
Could it be that he’s not in the real world at the moment?
But this also seems too fantastical. The last time the commotion ended and Rom’s usurpation was successful, his task failed directly, and there was no hint of unreality.
Someone doesn’t accept such a future.
Regarding this strange situation, Fu Qian thought of an explanation in the next moment.
Some force only accepts the result where he fails the mission, which is Hamadus being successfully twisted into Rom, the commotion ending, and the Native Council’s plan a great success.
And they don’t want to accept the current outcome.
Because it is not accepted, so all of this has not become a reality.
Is it “Them”? Fu Qian recalled the manuscript found in the Old Theological College.
Rom?
If that’s really the case, then this entity is truly powerful, not only coordinating with the Native Council to plan this hunt but also directly denying all futures that resulted in failure.
Only allowing a successful future to become reality.
No wonder it’s a task with the number 1, involving full status!
Fu Qian couldn’t help but admire for a moment.
At this moment, the raging whirlwind was rapidly condensing beside him, and at the same time, a soul-soothing sigh appeared once again.
Chelphus, Cassandra, two Demigod Night Watchmen were rushing over on horseback.
Not surprising, after all, the commotion here was truly massive.
In the midst of the noise, Fu Qian smiled and snapped his fingers, activating his Transcendence.
I know you don’t accept this future.
But don’t be afraid, I’ll accept it for you.
…
“Your coffee and dessert, please enjoy.”
A familiar voice sounded in his ears.
Appearing in the coffee shop for the third time, Fu Qian immediately turned his head to look at his left hand.
Initiating Transcendence wasn’t simply a matter of trying again.