526: Furnace (End)_1 526: Furnace (End)_1 Daniel was probably dead.
In the sudden notification, that was Fu Qian’s first reaction.
At the same time, his movements did not pause in the slightest, as he methodically fiddled with the jewelry box in his hands.
For this outcome, Fu Qian wasn’t particularly surprised.
He was not the kind of person blindly optimistic. His opponent this time could almost be regarded as an existence akin to the will of the world.
Defeating Stan was merely dealing with the most obvious threat. There could be many more after that, which only required time to guide appropriately.
They would be like boulders pressing in from all sides, eventually leaving him with no way out.
So, the failure of the mission was not strange, and one could almost imagine that the new mission would be even more inhuman.
Being able to unlock one more lock now was tantamount to having a sliver more of hope.
[Current mission has been updated——]
The very next moment, the prompt for the new mission abruptly ceased.
Snap!
At the same time, the door next to him opened on its own, without the lock being opened.
…
This seemed reasonable.
You interrupt me once, I interrupt you once.
Under Medea’s watchful gaze, Fu Qian finally stopped his actions and slowly stood up.
The uninitiated new mission, which one could deduce was as difficult as ascending to the heavens with a mere thought, was no longer important.
In this endless race, he had ultimately won.
Beyond the open door, a glance revealed the same pile of clutter, seemingly unchanged.
However, in Fu Qian’s eyes, it appeared as if he was looking at a cracked wound, bleeding profusely.
Without wasting time, Fu Qian took a step forward and grabbed the doorknob.
Yet, as he reached forward, he felt himself blocked by some invisible barrier.
[Choose a Catastrophe]
The next moment, a line of unfamiliar prompts appeared before his eyes.
Then followed a list of information.
[The Rain of Chaos]
[The Swarm]
[Tide of Terror]
[Moment of Sorcery]
[Return to Reality]
[Heavenly Frost]
[Ancient Guardian]
Could it be so damaged to this extent?
Looking at the seven options before him, Fu Qian felt a touch of regret for a moment.
It seemed that Furnace was indeed on the brink of being reduced to mere dregs!
He had thought his relentless destruction might at most allow him to exert his utmost strength and create an opportunity for the warehouse to forge a passageway.
Now it seemed that the opening of this passageway could actually cause devastating damage to the world.
It was like knocking a hole in a sheet of glass.
[The Rain of Chaos, deathly flames descend from the sky, turning all to scorched earth]
It was clear that one had to choose a Catastrophe in order to pass through the door, and without hesitation, Fu Qian began to assess the contents of the seven Catastrophes one by one.
[The Swarm, boundless and endless, without beginning or end]
[Tide of Terror, the plague of the mind, the tide of agony]
[Moment of Sorcery, countless errors converge upon one, sacrifice an individual, and the world continues]
[Return to Reality, illusions no more, face the chaos head-on]
…
Going through them, most were undoubtedly akin to the style of supreme Catastrophes, but the content of the fourth option stirred something in Fu Qian’s heart.
Countless errors converging upon one—this style was too familiar.
The meaning was quite clear. It meant to sacrifice an individual, to take the chaos that the world couldn’t bear and attribute all the errors to him, thereby obtaining a temporary stability.
Somewhat akin to debts being nullified by death.