Chapter 495: Chapter 495 Removing the Wire_1 Chapter 495: Chapter 495 Removing the Wire_1 In truth, the saying “old habits die hard” is indeed true.
Even after politely inviting Fu Qian for a coffee, Bernard’s demeanor had remained as unpleasant as ever, unwilling to utter an extra word, fortunately, Fu Qian was no different.
After killing quite a bit of time, Fu Qian finally ended this “delightful” conversation and bid farewell to the proprietor, leaving the small shop.
When night fell once more, he found himself returning to the museum.
Circumventing the absent-minded staff, Fu Qian made his way into the excavation area as if it was second nature.
Below, the scene remained unchanged from when he left; it was clear that the museum staff, with their impaired mental state, had not noticed the new entrance.
Yet unlike last time, staring at what was now an empty space, Fu Qian already had a clear sense that there was something there.
Ding ding!
Without wasting time, he immediately took out a bell and gently shook it.
The Eternal Clarity Mind activated, the Transcendent power dispersed, and the Golden Holy Grail appeared once again.
Crack!
In that instant, the Mercy in Fu Qian’s hand fired.
Accompanied by the flash of the muzzle, the cup adorned with spiral patterns was sent flying.
And this time, it did not disappear again.
After ricocheting against the opposite wall with a whirling sound, bouncing several times, it was effortlessly caught by a quick-moving Fu Qian.
Looking down, there was a hole clearly pierced through the cup.
At that moment, a wisp of intangible and insubstantial pale light slowly flowed from the hole in the cup, as if the cup were bleeding.
It seemed that he had damaged it himself.
Fu Qian nodded slightly, and for safety’s sake, did not touch the flowing substance.
But even so, as the pale light dissipated, he felt the surroundings becoming dreamy, and his own body felt somewhat imperceptible.
However, having experienced the Discoloration Curse, he was somewhat resistant to it.
The next moment, sensing something, Fu Qian looked up only to see an eye slowly opening in mid-air.
The eye had no physical form and felt rather extraordinary, as if it were a tear in space spying through.
This thing was indeed a challenge to one’s imagination!
Fu Qian watched the scene unfold without a hint of alarm.
Soon, a second eye, a third eye… more and more eyes appeared, and without exception, they all gazed in his direction.
And as the focus of their gaze, Fu Qian felt a mild itch on his skin, a familiar sense of instability seeping through.
It was a certain quality, the same as that of the Abyssal Mist!
In the moment of realization, Fu Qian saw a bloodline slowly tearing open on the back of his hand.
And it wasn’t just there; as the countless eyes blinked, he felt rips forming all over his skin, his thoughts becoming confused and sluggish.
He could wait no longer.
Fu Qian carefully held the broken cup without trying to throw it away and took out another one he had recently acquired.
“Great Majestic Heavenly Dragon!”
Without hesitation, Fu Qian yelled and hurled the Golden Cup in his hand.
The spinning Golden Cup, its patterns seemingly coming to life and echoing the myriad eyes, crashed into their midst.
Almost instantly, the eyes twisted into threads, tumbling upwards and converging upon it, vanishing without a trace in a blink.
Before the cup could hit the ground, Fu Qian’s body had already shot forward, catching it in his hand.
It really was simple to use.
Contemplating the now-formed “Holy Grail” in his hand, Fu Qian was very satisfied with its ease of operation.
He could feel that, at that moment, the cup in his hand had undergone a qualitative change.
That formless threat from before had transformed into something tangible.
Meanwhile, on his other hand, the faint glow continued to pour from the cup, and the sense of illusion and unreality was intensifying.
Under this double assault, Fu Qian felt for the first time that he could fall asleep at any moment, plunging into an inescapable dream.
In this state, taking the train was certainly out of the question, but luckily he had only bought a one-way ticket.
The next moment, Fu Qian reached up to his face and directly tore off the Emissary’s Mask.
This was an escape plan he had thought of long ago.
Now in single-player mode, he couldn’t be too cautious.
Whenever he encountered a troublesome situation, he would use the warehouse to isolate himself.
As it turned out, this move was as effective as unplugging a device.
Almost instantaneously, Fu Qian felt his mind clear.
At the same time, the confusion before his eyes dissipated, and the warehouse reappeared.
Had the leakage stopped?
The first thing Fu Qian did was lower his head to look at his hands, confirming both cups were still there.
Not only that, but the one with a hole no longer had its faint light slipping away.
It seemed to be bound by an invisible force, sitting securely within the cup.
As for the other cup, it contained a more dazzling and captivating liquid, with countless tiny, sparkling eyeballs floating within, resembling a galaxy.
Due to the warehouse’s effect, had the special properties been extracted?
Fu Qian scrutinized the cups for a while, placing both alongside the Abyssal Mist he had obtained earlier.
They did seem quite similar.
Unfortunately, it seemed that because they were not acquired as part of a mission, he couldn’t see any related annotations.
Drinking such a substance haphazardly was out of the question.
The problem was that because the properties had been extracted, both cups seemed to have lost their mysticism.
All this work, only to obtain two materials of unidentifiable use?
For a moment, Fu Qian felt the impulse to feed them to the “Starry Prism.”
Wait a minute!
However, the next moment, the word “feed” triggered an association in Fu Qian’s mind.
His fingers twitched as he removed the Clear Dream Ring from his hand.
It was one of the first items Fu Qian had obtained, and he had used it to do quite a few things at the time.
However, compared to his current full arsenal, this object was obviously weaker.
Fu Qian brought the ring close to the intact Golden Cup.
From the sensation just now, the power of this special property seemed to be related to dreams.
He wondered whether he could use this method to enable himself to see the annotations.
Lost in thought, Fu Qian’s fingers released their grip, and the ring fell directly into the cup.
In a flash, the gem on top emitted a spectacularly brilliant light, as if it might explode at any moment.
But it seemed to be supported by an invisible force; whilst constantly on the brink of falling, it never did.
On the contrary, a mysterious connection formed between it and the liquid that engulfed it, with the latter being absorbed in reverse.
When the light finally faded, the liquid in the cup had vanished, leaving only the ring lying quietly inside.
Fu Qian picked up the Clear Dream Ring, focusing his attention on it, and lines of text appeared.
[Name: Clear Dream Ring]
[Type: Ring]
[Description: A ring imbued with the powers of the mind and nightmares, once activated, it causes all targets within a certain range to fall into a shared dream, with the rules of the dream being set by you. Souls not powerful enough to realize they’re dreaming will be unable to escape.]
[Note: It is said that even Divine Beings can be troubled by the deepest and darkest of Nightmares.]