Chapter 181: Chapter 180 Demigod_1
In the office.
Ji Liushuang, looking utterly bewildered, snapped back to reality and hastily withdrew her long sword, unable to comprehend why she had drawn it on this Academy Instructor.
Fu Qian, however, didn’t seem to mind and merely greeted her with a cheery smile.
The next moment, the scene before her eyes shifted, and the familiar warehouse appeared before her.
“Finally settled!”
Fu Qian stretched his limbs, just thinking about taking a breath, when suddenly, a strange feeling washed over him, as if an invisible force was tugging at his body.
Glancing down at his own arm, Fu Qian saw it had become incredibly thick in an instant, even sprouting a layer of grey-white fine scales.
Before he had a chance to examine them closely, the scales vanished in the blink of an eye, replaced by peculiar, oily feathers that seemed to burrow out from beneath his skin. His limbs, too, grew slender and nimble.
Although invisible to him, Fu Qian could feel his face morph into a bony beak.
He tried to pluck a feather to take a closer look, but the moment he touched it, the feather melded back into his skin, leaving him grasping at air.
His skin then turned cold and slippery, covered with metallic-patterned textures.
Fu Qian felt his beak melt away like wax, transforming into writhing tentacles.
Even his vision grew dim, as if countless strange shapes were overlapping in front of his eyes…
Whew!
Fu Qian exhaled slowly, trying to detach himself from the chaos and struggled to stabilize his condition.
After what seemed like an eternity, Fu Qian felt the mutations on his body gradually subside, no longer feeling like he could melt and transform at any moment.
Opening his eyes, he checked his body and found that everything had returned to normal, yet there was a subtle, indistinct change.
[Mission Evaluation: Heart-Render]
At last, the mission summary appeared.
[The renowned Academy recently witnessed a series of vicious incidents. Fortunately, with concerted efforts, the deranged student was killed on the spot, and the stolen materials were gradually recovered.
The Yuan Financial Group expressed no objections to the handling by the Academy, and the regional head of the group highly praised the efforts of the Punishment Department.
Despite this, to prevent similar incidents from recurring, the Academy has decided to further strengthen mental health infrastructure and guide students to establish the correct values.
The annual Sword Pavilion open day has officially ended. Regrettably, this year, only one student from the Swordsmanship Department has comprehended the Sword Intent, the lowest addition in three years. Meanwhile, the retreat of Academy Head Li Weixuan was interrupted, and he failed to reach the Demigod realm.
Additionally, a research mishap occurred at Heaven’s Commencement Institute, with some professors infected by a Demigod’s remains, resulting in a foul stench that lingered for two weeks and attracted numerous complaints.]
[Kills: Ruan Shuo, Corrupted Sword Heart]
[Rewards: SAN Points +26; Inspiration +5]
[Special Achievement: Ritual, Your distinctive action has inadvertently fulfilled the requirements of a promotion ritual]
[Special Achievement Reward: Flesh Enters The Divine]
[Current SAN Points: 183, Current Inspiration: 46]
[Would you like to play the event recap?]
Why does this mission summary seem a bit strange?
Fu Qian suppressed the urge to make a snarky comment, recalled the recent mutations in his body, and quickly flipped to the special reward section.
[Flesh Enters The Divine: You have undergone a fundamental sublimation and officially become a mythical creature. Since you haven’t solidified any traits, your condition is still unstable, easily drawing various attentions]
[Find and absorb suitable traits to solidify your Demigod Form]
Demigod?
This was truly unexpected for Fu Qian.
So, was that transformation just now the manifestation of ascending to a Demigod?
And according to the description, did one of his actions during the mission happen to fulfill the requirements of a promotion ritual?]
This really leaves one unsure how to assess.
Regarding the ritual’s description, Fu Qian was reminded of the suspicious reward he received last time.
If he remembered correctly, the introduction of the “Completed Demigod Ritual” was “A perfectly completed ascension ritual that can elevate you to a corresponding Demigod form.”
Literally, the “Completed Demigod Ritual” could not only promote oneself to Demigod status but also determine the form.
In contrast, his current Demigod form had not yet solidified and could roughly be understood as having the realm but not the profession.
However, as long as he found the “trait” mentioned above, it would be like completing the ritual.
Although it wasn’t an all-in-one step, the flexibility was a benefit, as there was some degree of choice.
The decision he made before was the right one, not accepting the infusement of that thing.
In addition, the “likely to attract various observations” reminded Fu Qian of the various transformations on his body just now.
If it was really due to that, just mere observation had caused him to mutate, what kind of beings were those guys?
He would need to be more careful in the subsequent tasks.
But no matter what, the reward for this mission was still quite good, even a surprise.
Thinking this, Fu Qian stretched out his finger, aiming at the void of the warehouse.
Whoosh!
The next moment, an impact stronger than before shot out from his hand, whistling as it struck the ground.
Without needing the Mythical Form, he could now unleash an Air Bullet of Demigod level.
Of course, the warehouse was still unharmed.
Fu Qian was very satisfied with this outcome, he gave himself a thorough check again to confirm there wasn’t anything extra on him, then he chose to leave the warehouse.
The house was still in the state it was in after breakfast, with the rising sun shining through the windows into the living room.
And outside, the uncles and aunties had already started a day that was both leisurely and busy.
Slumping on the sofa for a nap, Fu Qian struggled to get up and fumbled to the bathroom.
The task wasn’t too perilous but it had drained quite a lot of his spirit, just resisting the massive Sword Intent onslaught was exhausting, and counting in the Sword Prison had also taken considerable effort.
After washing his face, Fu Qian took a close look at himself in the mirror.
For the moment everything seemed normal, no special changes.
Perhaps it was because his form hadn’t yet solidified, Fu Qian thought to himself.
This was good, it allowed for a transition—wait, something seemed a bit off!
Fu Qian placed his hands on the edge of the washstand and glanced outside, seeing nothing unusual.
For a moment just now, he seemed to faintly hear someone calling his name.
Was his mind creating hallucinations due to the impact during ascension?
That was Fu Qian’s subconscious reaction.
The mysterious beings that were watching him calling out? That was also possible.
Of course, the former was slightly more acceptable compared to the latter.
Fu Qian held his breath, trying to listen again, the voice from before was vague and indistinguishable.
However, several minutes passed and no sound came.
Shaking his head, Fu Qian decided to give up and go out for a walk.
But just as he was dressed and about to move, something stirred in Fu Qian’s heart—another voice came into his ears.
This time, it was noticeably clearer than before, ensuring that it was indeed his name being called.
Wait a minute, even the voice seemed familiar!