Chapter 713: Chapter 711 Time to Eat (Complete)_1 Chapter 713: Chapter 711 Time to Eat (Complete)_1 So, every entity has its value of existence.
Fu Qian’s casually acquired watch was merely an ordinary item.
Yet at this delicate moment, the sudden alarm instantly shifted the atmosphere.
For a while, not only Fu Qian fell into deep contemplation, but even Patch across from him was staring intently at the watch in his hand, with an expression that seemed both smiling and not.
“Looks like you’re quite fond of that thing!”
“Of course, a mechanical watch is the standard for successful individuals!”
Fu Qian babbled while his mind raced.
First off, he had set the alarm himself, and under such time pressure, he wouldn’t have done anything pointless–it must have been intentional.
In matters of time, he was always precise and didn’t need extra reminders.
When he set the alarm, he was about to face an entity of exalted status that took pleasure in deception and was largely an enigma to him.
It was even on the adversary’s home ground.
Therefore, the purpose of this action was most likely to leave a contingency in place with the opposition in mind.
Given all this, the meaning of the alarm wasn’t to remind, but to correct.
This was a message that his past self left for his present self, to counter any negative influence he might encounter during the confrontation.
At this moment, he remembered setting the alarm, but recalling his motivation was difficult, which forced him to rethink the situation–a sign that he indeed was influenced.
Thus, this contingency was meaningful.
And under the effect of cognitive influence, a mere time alert would be practically useless.
He couldn’t have overlooked this point at the time.
So the time itself had to evoke a sufficient concept of information, entirely independent since all else had become unreliable.
Even this information concept must be something simple and intuitive to him.
Therefore, what special meaning does seven fifty, or nineteen fifty, hold?
Wait a second, fifty–
In a flash, Fu Qian looked up at Patch.
“It’s just a boring toy.”
The Sage was critiquing his response.
“To not seek the joy of life and will, and to waste precious cognitive ability on such things is profane!”
“Understood, it’s clear you prefer ascension of flesh and blood.”
Fu Qian nodded in agreement, appearing to understand.
“What a coincidence, so do I.”
Before his words ended, hundreds of tendrils explosively burst from his body.
In that instant, he grasped the meaning of the time.
The significance lay solely in the latter half–the fifty had reached its end, signifying the peak of noon had arrived.
The message was telling him to make his full-on attack next; activating his ultimate move would suffice.
Just a single number, or even merely the latter half of a time.
What a simple, blunt, and marvelous carrier of information.
Worthy of me indeed!
While self-praising, even though his cognition told him he had to kill Gaya after eight o’clock to accomplish his mission, Fu Qian didn’t hesitate to act.
He was always a confident man, even towards his past self.
Compared to just before, the tendrils that filled the sky looked even slightly different.
No longer the usual biotic black and red mix; now the tendrils exhibited a blackness near nothingness, as if wounds torn open in space itself.
Specks of starlight interconnected into lines, shimmering within the blackness, creating an even more mesmerizing sight.
This was the Mythical Form he had assumed after becoming the Original Sin Sage; he had used it once before for maximum damage when killing Hamadus.
Unlike most demigods, given that Fu Qian’s usual combat form was relatively inhuman, the transformation into his Mythical Form made little difference in terms of appearance or combat style.
For Fu Qian, this form felt like a further release from constraints.
Unbound by the physical body, and even willpower, he experienced a feeling of utter liberation as his power fully erupted.
In the past, considering the risks associated with his rank, Fu Qian avoided remaining in this state for fear of losing sanity, so he seldom used it.
But this time, he unleashed his full firepower without hesitation.
“Calm down, even jokes have their limits!”
As the target of the attack, Patch finally demonstrated the formidable strength of a demigod.
Caught in what seemed like an inescapable net of heaven and earth, in the next moment he crossed space in an incomprehensible manner, emerging perfectly intact in the gaps between the tendrils.
He even managed to adopt the tone of a victim while urging Fu Qian to calm down.
Unfortunately, his body was soon enveloped in a mist of blood.
A joke? When Fu Qian said he was going all out, he meant combining major and minor moves.
As Fu Qian launched his attack, he slyly mixed in a few Air Bullets, which Patch stumbled into as he dodged again and again.
“Interesting! You actually made your move now… and I was sure I had changed your mind.”
After being wounded, Patch finally cooled down.
“You certainly changed it.”
Fu Qian controlled the myriad tendrils, aiming them at Patch like javelins, interspersed with the occasional Air Bullet, forcing his opponent to play a bullet-dodging game.
“I have to say, the strategy you chose is reasonable and effective.”
“After confirming my resolve to kill, you didn’t try to sway me from it, but instead you went for a lateral approach, subtly altering my perception of time–undoubtedly a much easier task.”
“Up until just now, I believed my plan was to finish you off after the screaming stopped, completely unaware that it differed from my original intention.”
“Looking back now, you had already started leading me on about the timeline while we spoke using their faces.”
“An impressively subtle maneuver; silent but profound.”
“Pity, though, I set an alarm clock.”
“Cold, rigid, uninteresting, yet its companions are reliability and the beauty of mechanics–nothing else comes close.”
“And the only message it conveyed to me was that now is the time of your death.”
“I know it contradicts the thoughts in my head, but that’s how confident I am.”
“Bastard!”
As he spoke, Patch was repeatedly wounded by the barrage of tendril javelins and Air Bullets.
Theoretically, his powers were indeed mysterious and unpredictable; even I, a demigod, couldn’t pinpoint when my thoughts had been twisted.
If not for the alarm, I might have just sat there until eight o’clock and then failed the mission without a clue.
But at the same time, it was clear he wasn’t a hand-to-hand combatant.
The moment real combat ensued, his ability to confront head-on was far too inferior.
Of course, he might not be that weak, but who can withstand my unstoppable force!
Seconds later, Patch’s body stiffened, no longer agile, as he was pinned directly to the wall by tendrils.
“You know, this has no effect on me.”
Battered and bruised, Brother Patch maintained his composure.
“I’m looking forward to our next encounter.”
“And considering your actions, I won’t be so polite next time.”
“Likewise.”
Fu Qian nodded.
“But is there any point in saying this at such a time, Dr. Gaya?”
As Fu Qian pronounced the last title, “Patch” first looked startled, then an unusual expression crossed his face.
But before he could express any sentiments, his head was crushed outright by the Biochemical Demon Arm formed from the convergence of dozens of tendrils in their Mythical Form.
[Current mission completed, subject no. 2-155 successfully contained]