Chapter 523: Chapter 523: Furnace (28)_1 Chapter 523: Chapter 523: Furnace (28)_1 “What on earth are you trying to do?”
Staring at the keys in her hand, Medea once again voiced the question of her soul.
The man standing before her seemed to exude an increasingly icy and insane aura, allowing fear to seep uncontrollably from the depths of her heart.
Medea had the faint feeling that he had no interest in her body or life.
But that did not bring a sense of security; instead, it intensified her fear.
The only consolation was her confirmation that it was an ordinary house, with no abnormal points of the sort.
Hmm?
The next moment, Medea couldn’t help but look confused.
Right before her, Fu Qian had taken out something like a thin piece of wire.
Wasn’t that her hairpin? What did he want with that thing?
Just as this thought arose, she saw him slightly straighten the hairpin and insert it directly into the keyhole.
Confounded by his actions, she was further bewildered when, with a click, the lock opened in response.
This, this…
Faced with this scene, Medea felt like her cognition had been shattered, leaving her utterly dumbfounded.
Suddenly, she remembered the scene in the office before. Could it be that I actually hadn’t forgotten to lock it?
“Lock it.”
Her train of thought was cut off midway by Fu Qian’s voice.
Medea looked up to see Fu Qian pointing at the keys in her hand, seemingly indicating she should lock the door again.
Wasn’t he going to the back rooms?
From Medea’s perspective, she could see that behind the door was just some clutter, with nothing of value.
So what was the purpose of all this?
Fu Qian’s command further confused her thoughts.
But despite the confusion, his tone admitted no debate.
Medea dared not express any doubts, stepped forward to lock the door again with the key, and retreated under Fu Qian’s watchful gaze.
…
[The door is locked, it can’t be opened without a key.]
Looking at the prompt that had reappeared, Fu Qian sighed.
This must be the strangest way to destroy the world, right?
The Flames of the Destruo-Furnace originated from self-immolation, like a person covered in injuries using the blood flowing from wounds to drown that which harms them.
But what if, before the blood drowns the adversary, the wounds had expanded to an unbearable size?
Would a body already riddled with a thousand cuts completely collapse?
This was a race against time.
Amidst his musings, Fu Qian’s movements showed no hesitation, and in a matter of seconds, he unlocked the door again.
It has its limits of endurance, and the efficiency of erasure also has limits; what he had to do was to breakthrough those limits before being erased himself.
Considering the omnipresent chaos, there must be more than one way to challenge the limits of this world.
Originally, Fu Qian had intended to take another look in the school’s storage room.
Unfortunately, the final countdown had already begun with the phone call Medea received.
He didn’t have the time to verify everything one by one and could only opt for the readily available methods.
Luckily, his previous experiences suggested that the simple act of picking locks elicited a violent reaction.
For the present situation, this was undoubtedly a good sign.
The time had come to plunge in the knife.
Every lock he opened without a key could be seen as stabbing one more wound into the battered body.
The reason he had kidnapped her and come to this place so quickly was that he could imagine the intense backlash such actions would cause.
Performing these acts directly at Medea’s house would certainly be faster, but if done in the heart of the bustling city, “it” could mobilize more targeted forces, undoubtedly enriching its capabilities.
All things considered, the inflicted damage might not be maximized.
“Lock it.”
Watching Medea withstand another impact, Fu Qian again commanded.
However, having repeatedly faced such challenging scenes that tested her cognition, Medea seemed to have given up thinking and mechanically moved forward upon hearing the command.
This time, the door was unlocked by Fu Qian with even greater speed.
“Lock it.”
…
Minutes and seconds ticked by.
In this secluded country villa, the two of them tirelessly repeated the action of locking and unlocking the door.
Apart from the click-clack of the locks, there were no other sounds.
“How much longer must this go on?”
After locking the door once more, Medea, looking as if she was on the verge of collapse, asked with a tone of desperation.
“Almost there.”
Unexpectedly, Fu Qian gave a surprisingly reassuring answer.
“Is it over?”
Medea paused for a moment, asking with a tone of relief.
“I was talking about you. Give me the key.”
Unfortunately, Fu Qian merely took the key from her hand, then walked over and dragged a bar stool towards him.
Not understanding what Fu Qian was planning to do, Medea watched incredulously as he pulled out a rope from the black bag he had brought in.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
Making a gesture, Fu Qian indicated for Medea to sit down on the chair.
This…
Medea reluctantly sat down on the chair, resisting the thick layer of dust that covered it, after a moment’s hesitation.
“Good.”
Feeling a tightening against her back, Medea could not see, but she could clearly confirm that she was now tied to the chair.
“Don’t kill me!”
Medea spoke in a tone that was a mix of terror and plea.
Unable to stand and unable to see the actions of Fu Qian behind her,
this state of complete vulnerability, coupled with the shocks endured along the way, was undoubtedly hard to accept.
“Sit quietly, and no matter what you see, don’t make a sound. It will bring you closer to your own demands.”
Regrettably, Fu Qian paid no attention to her plea, having turned his back to her already, mechanically repeating his actions with a key in one hand and a hairpin in the other.
Pity that there’s no progress bar for this thing.
As he mindlessly switched the lock on and off, Fu Qian lamented to himself.
From this perspective, the gaming world is actually quite nice.
The sense of certainty that came with a progress bar really did wonders for one’s motivation to work!
The fact is, in such a world, just a few simple hints can give rise to many incredible oddities.
Like that Chainsaw Maniac, Telika.
A girl not even twenty years old, achieving that level was nearly impossible in his own world.
Presumably, she must have encountered plenty of those hints at critical points during her growth.
As for why he tied Medea up?
Fu Qian was not naive enough to think that merely running to a place would allow him to rest easy and stab away without worry.
What he intended to do was break through a dimensional barrier–using a mortal’s body.
Skirting the edge of life and death was not something to be taken lightly.
As an action racing against death, looking at the time, the shadow of destruction should be arriving.
In fact, less than five minutes after tying Medea up, Fu Qian heard the sound of an engine from outside.
“What on earth are you doing?”
A moment later, the door of the house was pushed open, and Chief Stan walked in with a frosty expression on his face.