Chapter 428: Chapter 428: Servant’s Needle (21)_1 Chapter 428: Chapter 428: Servant’s Needle (21)_1 Rosetta took out a needle, which undoubtedly gave Fu Qian quite a scare.
Mainly, it was the length that was so exaggerated; it looked to be over twenty centimeters long.
The needle was straight, and it seemed incredibly sharp; Fu Qian didn’t doubt that it could pierce through a skull.
“This is a specially made Golden Needle, with an effect that eliminates intrusive thoughts. It can stabilize a person’s cognitive state to the greatest extent, expel external disturbances, and clarify the mind,”
Rosetta said in an extremely serious tone.
“So, you mean to say through this…?”
Fu Qian looked at Rosetta.
“Exactly.”
The latter nodded very seriously and gripped the Golden Needle in her hand.
“When used, it needs to be thrust directly into the brain.”
She held the Golden Needle horizontally, comparing it to her own forehead.
“It will be very painful, more painful than you can imagine.”
“But if you can persist for a certain amount of time each day, it might save you from the harassment of nightmares.”
“I originally didn’t want to give this to you so soon, but your condition seems to be worsening too quickly.”
“Of course, whether you use it or not is still up to you to decide.”
Very painful…
Fu Qian furrowed his brows slightly, but after hesitating for just a few seconds, he reached out and took the Golden Needle under Rosetta’s gaze.
It was heavier than he had imagined, glittering with flowing light.
It was hard to believe that such a fine object could actually pass through a skull.
“If it really can rid me of the trouble of nightmares, what’s a little pain!”
Fu Qian said with a determined smile.
“But based on what you just said, did you obtain it after coming here?”
The next moment Fu Qian shifted the topic to another matter of concern.
“Yes!”
Rosetta let out a rather emotional sigh.
“It’s also this find that makes me suspect that my luck has not completely run out.”
“It turns out, those who seek inner peace, regardless of how ridiculous they might appear in the eyes of the Transcendents, still possess their unique wisdom.”
“Initially, when I arrived here, I didn’t have high expectations since I didn’t even know how long I could stay before being sucked into another nightmare.”
“But before long, Niwalis noticed my distress. One day, he asked me about it, and I didn’t hide anything; I told him about the nightmares.”
“I had no hopes whatsoever, but unexpectedly, he brought out this.”
“He told me he hadn’t experienced the same troubles as me, but for a long time, he too was caught in an indomitable chaos.”
“And it was with the help of the Golden Needle that he finally got rid of them.”
So, did this thing come from Niwalis?
Fu Qian recalled the tall figure of the administrator.
“You might want to think it over carefully first.”
Rosetta mistook Fu Qian’s reaction for skepticism.
“After all, it’s not likely you’ll encounter another nightmare so soon.”
Heh, I don’t think so!
Fu Qian recalled his past experiences.
The speed of the switches was akin to a slideshow; one never knew what the next moment would bring.
“No need; the whole point of my journey was to seek out hope.”
The next moment, Fu Qian shook his head with a determined tone, raised the Golden Needle, took a deep breath, and aimed it at his temple.
Although in all respects, the Golden Needle in front of him closely resembled the Servant’s Needle from the mission, Fu Qian always had a nagging suspicion that it had come to him a bit too easily.
You should know this is a task marked with a starting number of 1.
Though the dangers he faced before were significant, they never reached that level.
Of course, he did not believe that Rosetta, standing before him, was deceiving him.
What she said was most likely the truth, and she must have indeed found calm through this object.
But what she knew might not be everything.
It was with this thought in mind that Fu Qian did not just break the Golden Needle in front of him to see what would happen; instead, he genuinely wanted to test its effects.
“The Golden Needle won’t cause any real harm, but the deeper it pierces, the greater the pain will be. You can try gradually,” Rosetta said, seemingly surprised by Fu Qian’s boldness and cautiously reminded him, with a sense of relief.
“Understood.”
The next moment, under Rosetta’s anxious gaze, Fu Qian effortlessly stabbed the Golden Needle into his temple.
Agony struck, and everything went dark before his eyes.
Fu Qian immediately understood why Rosetta thought pain helped her drive away nightmares.
It felt like taking a red-hot pair of tongs and directly cooking his brain on them, as if he could hear a sizzling sound.
Of course, the brain itself has no pain receptors; this was clearly an effect on the mental level.
And this degree of pain was still bearable.
At that moment, Fu Qian’s attention was on something else.
In the midst of intense pain, there indeed was a sensation of his own thoughts becoming more apparent, his mind clearer.
At the same time, Fu Qian also faintly noticed that his surroundings seemed to be enveloped in an indescribable tangible glow.
Fu Qian tried to capture traces of the glow, but it was extremely vague and elusive.
The next moment, under Rosetta’s horrified gaze, Fu Qian held the Golden Needle and resolutely pushed it halfway further inside.
The glow seemed to become clearer.
Fu Qian could vaguely see that this illusory glow seemed to come from a distant void in the darkness, like an ancient, strange sun.
But the shape of that sun seemed off… Why did it feel angular?
Fu Qian struggled to capture the blurry image and, finding no way to see it more clearly, decisively pushed the needle further in.
By now, more than half of the Golden Needle had penetrated his head, and it felt as if it was almost going to poke out the other side.
Pain even more torrential than before surged, and his sanity wavered as if on the verge of collapse.
Fu Qian fought against this destruction, straining to pull together his consciousness, focusing intently on capturing the light in the depths of the darkness.
A door?
However, as he saw what it was, even Fu Qian couldn’t help but pause, thinking he might have hallucinated from the pain.
Within the darkness, the source of the glow was actually a door?
The sensation was like diving to the depths of the ocean only to discover SpongeBob SquarePants.
But there was no mistaking it, those square angles – what else could it be but a door?
Fu Qian wanted to check it more closely, but the next moment he felt an interference – someone grabbed his hand.
Rosetta’s anxious cry reached him.
After Fu Qian’s successive rash actions, this person finally couldn’t stand by and jumped up to hold him back.
As Rosetta took hold of Fu Qian’s hand and carefully pulled it out bit by bit, waves of pain ebbed away.
“Are you crazy? Didn’t I tell you it was dangerous?”
Rosetta’s face, already pale, now turned a ghastly green.
“Don’t you understand that haste makes waste?”
“Sorry, I was impulsive, but I’m fine,” Fu Qian casually apologized, yet his thoughts lingered on the door he had just seen.
It seemed somewhat familiar.