Chapter 1113: Chapter 1111: True King
[Mission Evaluation: True King]
At the moment the bright light dispersed, dawn indeed appeared on the horizon.
Of course, it was only a fleeting glimpse; Fu Qian immediately found himself seated in the warehouse.
The entire process was so natural that he didn’t even lift his buttocks.
While still maintaining a disdainful dominance, overseeing the warehouse before him, the mission summary appeared.
[As a synonym for strength and splendor, Giant Dragons naturally possess an awe-inspiring charm.
Being self-proclaimed as the Dragon King, the moment He appeared, countless individuals witnessed their own insignificance and impurity.
Even compared to the many anthropomorphic Divine Beings that made their appearances, He demonstrated greater tolerance and generosity.
The adherents need not chant His name to receive Enlightenment and can even establish a connection more steadfast than faith itself, sharing and serving His glory.
Such a method was once mocked as barbaric and confusing high and low status, but years later, when the Gods were silenced and struggled in their cages, they finally put aside their pride and emulated this savagery.
Of course, very few know that the Dragon King initially concealed His true name because that would reveal His origin from the stars, not this earth.]
[Kills: None]
[Reward: SAN Points +20]
[Special Reward: Dimensional Poison]
[Current SAN Points: 127, Current Inspiration: 99]
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True King? Is this finally a recognition of my overwhelming imperial authority?
Looks like someone has an eye for the royal demeanor I upheld this time.
Fu Qian snorted coldly, proudly finding the special reward.
[Name: Dimensional Poison]
[Type: Weapon]
[Introduction: A gauntlet filled with needle-like fangs, a very special weapon.
Though it appears in this form, the “teeth” are its true classification.
Originating from the deep cosmos, it harbors the power hidden by the Dragon King for a thousand years, a prowess that made the Gods tremble even when journeying among the abundant stars.
Enduring the pain upon wearing it, it will not only hide within your flesh, but the crystalline fangs can also enhance any of your attacks.
The withering it induces in its wounds is said to prolong the agonizing cries of the Gods, possibly taking ages to heal.]
[Remarks: The Dragon King is not a dragon; the scales are but a robe He crafted for Himself.]
Embedding spikes in a gauntlet I’ve heard of, but embedding them inside is truly an eye-opener!
After reading the introduction, Fu Qian weighed the object that appeared in his hand, feeling quite emotional.
Indeed, as described, it was a half-length gauntlet, hard and cold to the touch but not heavy.
Almost transparent, and precisely for this reason, one could clearly see the dense sharp fangs inside.
Quite considerate, eh? Just mentioned too few props, and here comes a weapon directly?
Though a bit unusual.
“Sounds painful.”
Shaking his head and talking to himself, Fu Qian put it on his left hand.
A reward from the True King, how could it not be used?
…
The description was indeed accurate.
Fu Qian quickly concluded.
Although the fitting process was quite smooth and even without any bleeding, there was no doubt that the pain from the numerous fangs entering was clearly of a different dimension compared to that previous experience machine.
Fortunately, I am one too.
Fu Qian moved a little and found that as he fully donned the gloves with sharp fangs, the outer layer quickly softened and disappeared without a trace.
It seems its purpose is merely to serve as a carrier.
Of course, if desired, it can be redefined and thus taken off.
But there’s no rush.
The next moment, the five fingers of Fu Qian’s right hand transformed into tentacles, stretching and dancing in the air.
Unlike before, this time the tentacles’ smooth surface was covered with rows of barbs and sharp fangs, appearing fierce and brutal.
The visual effect is quite impressive, and indeed very convenient!
Fu Qian redirected one of the tentacles, giving himself a swipe.
Of course, he rolled up his sleeves beforehand, as this was not in a mission where clothes couldn’t be restored.
Blood splattered as the sharp fangs easily tore through the skin, deep enough to reveal the bone.
Of course, this was nothing major; Fu Qian inspected the wound closely.
Aside from the pain that transcended the physical realm, the healing speed was indeed as slow as if paused.
Any attempts by the flesh to stretch and connect would instantly wither and disperse into the void, even gracefully so.
Like a dancing Wing Fragment Butterfly.
The actual effect was also not bad!
With a thought, the spikes retracted back into the flesh, and the tentacles turned back into fingers; Fu Qian was very satisfied with the test results.
With the Sage’s abilities, the lethal boost of “fangs” was not so critical for him.
If desired, growing fangs on the tentacles was just a trivial matter.
But this withering, mourned even by the Divine Beings, indeed filled a certain type of lethal gap.
The “Dimensional Poison” is indeed deserving of its name.
Of course, this is not the only value of this item; its name and remarks, along with the summary of the mission, made Fu Qian feel that one of his conjectures was once again confirmed.
And even some more incredible things.
The Dragon King is not a dragon and hides his true name to avoid exposing his cosmic origin, even his Scales are merely a woven outer garment…
These absolutely ancient secrets together seem to easily connect to a term he learned not long ago–Cosmic Deities.
It seems that in the legendary Mythic Era, this world was quite bustling.
A superior being from the Stars Association, capable of leaving such grand relics on this land.
Of course, from his covert actions, this heaven-descended being probably had some conflict with the native Divine Beings.
As to why he didn’t just choose any designation, Fu Qian could think of a definite explanation.
Just like how Young Master Qin and others call upon themselves, the true name should point to the essential concept of oneself within a special scope; for such superior beings, it might directly relate to authority.
If mishandled, whether the believers could call upon him is questionable.
At that time, not only would it be more suspicious, it might even lead to a crisis of faith.
To solve this problem, He initiated the “Oath.”
…
After verifying the “architecture” conjecture of the Transcendent secret from Wen Li, Fu Qian had been pondering what exactly the Oath, termed an absolute wrong path, fundamentally is.
Be it Sinners or Angels, how exactly did they transform into tools of the Gods?
This is also why, facing the task named Oath Abandoner, Fu Qian did not choose the most efficient solution.
The outcome did not disappoint him.
Regarding Sunny’s fear and confusion about “integrating into the whole, fundamentally altering oneself,” Fu Qian now has a vague answer–relying on the authority of Divine Beings, They encompass the tools using a part of Their own concept.
Simply put, once an oath is established, the Transcendent itself will no longer be an “architecture,” but merely one element of the architecture.
Even the most dilapidated thatched hut is fundamentally different from a golden nanmu pillar.