Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 77 - 76 Smile_1

Chapter 77: Chapter 76 Smile_1

There really is a catch!

After reading through everything on the stone, Fu Qian let out a long sigh of relief.

Just as I thought, there was something very suspicious about Geng Yue dying and coming back to life repeatedly.

Indeed, there must be some secret entity behind it all, most likely the tree I saw.

Many of the previous doubts now make complete sense.

Now that I think about it, Geng Yue’s first death was meant to distract me and lead me to suspect Ryu Xing.

The second time, even though I was already suspecting Huang Yuanchang, Geng Yue acted against expectations by not dying, which successfully captured my attention, and I didn’t immediately go after Huang Yuanchang, wasting time on Ryu Xing again.

The third time, when I was certain that Huang Yuanchang was the Evil Omen, Geng Yue died yet again. This time, the goal wasn’t to confuse me but to attract the attention of Lu Jun and his companion. If I hesitated even for half a second, the Night Watchman would have trapped me in the restaurant, and there was a high chance I would conflict with the Night Watchman.

And step by step thereafter, it was a deliberate scheme against me.

That tree indeed holds quite a high tier, its understanding is akin to omniscience, thankfully not omnipotence, only capable of causing interference within a reasonable limit.

Huang Yuanchang really was a puppet, with only a little knowledge at his disposal.

This must be the true nature of a fated death, Huang Yuanchang’s so-called ability to foresee death and avoid danger was in fact all arranged by this entity in the shadows.

And its sole purpose was to let the seed of decree in Huang Yuanchang’s mind take shape and become what’s called the Golden Decree.

Living beings may gaze directly upon Divine Beings…

Judging from the content, the specific effect of this Golden Decree seems to be breaking a certain barrier, enabling people within a certain range to directly see the true form of that tree.

This tree must have been attempting similar efforts, selecting suitable people to become the Evil Omen.

Thinking back now, according to Ryu Xing’s description, his dreams and the source of his abilities also seemed quite strange, which might also have something to do with this entity.

It’s just that Ryu Xing wasn’t as compliant, not as active as Huang Yuanchang.

Unfortunately for you, no matter how high your existence may be, the power of a task person added to infinite loading is beyond your imagination!

Fu Qian hummed, silently giving himself a ten-second round of applause in his heart.

After feeling proud of himself, Fu Qian put the items back, and the silvery white box quickly closed again.

[Today’s task is complete, thank you for your effort.]

[You may now leave the warehouse, see you tomorrow.]

Fu Qian took off his work badge, and the scene in front of him shattered rapidly, bringing him back to his familiar home.

Unexpectedly, I played a game against a Divine-Level being today, making it quite a busy day of work.

Of course, the rewards were plentiful.

The perfect digestion of the thug propelled me officially into the Fourth Phase, putting me at the very top of the Middle Tier Transcendents.

Fu Qian was confident that even in a head-to-head confrontation with Li Weixuan, he would not be at a disadvantage.

Even though the final reward might be a bit meager, it was of little consequence.

He tried moving his legs a bit, feeling an unprecedented surge of explosive power coursing through him.

Thinking it over, Fu Qian decided not to rest and instead went straight out the door to flag down a car.

There was something he needed to do.

“Here we are, 18 yuan!”

Several minutes later, the car stopped on a bustling street.

It’s been a while since I’ve been here!

Getting off the car, Fu Qian looked at the young men and women around him with a sense of nostalgia.

This was a well-known street in Lincheng, always bustling with activity because it is situated between several universities.

However, being a local, Fu Qian had only come here frequently during his college days and hardly visited at other times.

Of course, Fu Qian didn’t come here to reminisce about his youth. Looking around, he quickly found a familiar sign and stepped inside.

That’s right, he came to eat.

During his recent mission, the allure of delicious food had successfully whetted his appetite three times in a row.

Especially the last two times, he had barely had the chance to take a bite, leaving him longing for more.

River-Looking Pavilion is the most famous restaurant on this street, known for its high-quality and expensive dishes, with the nickname “Forget-Bed Pavilion.”

The reason for such a reputation is that it’s said that anyone, male or female, who shares a picture of their meal here on social media, is likely to not return home that night.

Of course, Fu Qian never had such encounters. Being a person with a “nasty” personality and several years younger than his classmates, he hardly participated in most of the activities that college students enjoyed.

Today was a weekday, and it was still early, so there weren’t many diners in the restaurant.

As soon as Fu Qian walked in, a beautiful waitress greeted him.

“Sir, how many in your party?”

“Two,”

Fu Qian answered without any change in expression.

He wasn’t deliberately lying. On the way here, Fu Qian had assessed his appetite and decided to eat a meal for two.

By saying this now, he could avoid extra explanations later.

Guided by the waitress, Fu Qian chose a seat by the window and looked at the scenery outside.

Behind this street lay the Mi River, which cuts across Lincheng. It wasn’t too big, but it was beautiful with its green trees and gentle waters.

The service at this kind of restaurant is never quick, so Fu Qian, without any hesitation, picked up a piece from the first dish that arrived and started eating.

Starting to eat straight away? Was he stood up by a girl?

Seeing Fu Qian’s actions, the waitress, who had been paying attention, couldn’t help but be surprised.

Although Fu Qian was dressed casually, the university town was nearby, and it wasn’t uncommon to see students skimping and saving to treat their girlfriends to a lavish meal here. The waitress had seen all sorts before.

But for this customer, who ordered a meal for two and then started eating by himself, it was hard not to speculate.

Fu Qian, of course, could feel the waitress’s peculiar gaze, but he didn’t care at all.

Fu Qian’s principle was simple: as long as no one disturbed him, imagination was a personal freedom.

In the span of an hour, Fu Qian, with a calm and efficient demeanor, rapidly polished off one dish after another.

In the end, Fu Qian pushed the plates away contentedly, stretched out in a long yawn, and signaled for the waitress to come over so he could pay the bill.

“Hello!”

Noticing his gesture, the waitress walked over with a smile and stood in front of him.

“How much is it?”

Fu Qian furrowed his brow – the waitress’s smile was indeed sweet but somehow strangely off.

“Hello!”

Upon hearing his question, the waitress moved a step closer, her smile becoming even purer and devoid of any impurities, yet she still didn’t tell him the price.

Something wasn’t right!

Fu Qian furrowed his brows and quickly looked around.

The next moment, he was shocked to find that everyone in the restaurant, whether they were waitstaff or guests, even the chefs in the transparent kitchen, were all looking at him, with exactly the same manner of smile on their faces.

Pure and brilliant, like that of saints.

…

Fu Qian suddenly realized something and quickly checked the new skill he had acquired.

Decree Residue, had he forgotten to turn it off?