Chapter 850: Chapter 848: Ignition (22) Chapter 850: Chapter 848: Ignition (22) “You really dare to ask!”
Fu Qian couldn’t help but admire Yuan Fang’s brazen “request.”
The request was simple, but the situation was not.
“Your Demigods seem to have already made a move, and judging by their performance, it is very difficult to inspire confidence.”
Fu Qian didn’t try to hide his skepticism.
“I understand what you mean.”
Yuan Fang quickly caught on to Fu Qian’s reluctance and hastened to explain.
“Ballard and the others hadn’t received much advice from me in their previous action; it can only be considered their instinctive self-preservation.”
“The only information I provided was that Lord Qionghe had indeed died.”
“The organization of personnel, collection of clues, and actions were all carried out by them on their own.”
Snap!
While speaking, Yuan Fang took out a metal lighter and lit a cigarette for himself.
“In fact, even if I offered advice, they might not have listened to me.”
“After all, I’m not their leader, at most I am just an advisor.”
He took a deep drag, his eyes closed, a look of bliss on his face.
“You should be able to see that I’m not even a Demigod.”
Why did all the mysterious people he encountered have that Teacher Yu style?
The bookstore owner Bernard also couldn’t do without tobacco and alcohol.
The scene before him reminded Fu Qian of an old friend who seemed to appear and disappear at will.
“The way I understand it is that you don’t plan on participating in the upcoming grand operation.”
During his reflection, Fu Qian sharply interpreted Yuan Fang’s words.
“Of course.”
The other party opened his eyes and readily admitted.
“Compared to any of you, I am far too weak, I’ve only got a bit of a knack for divination.”
“So, can you really predict the future?”
Fu Qian was genuinely interested in this aspect.
“I can see a little bit, but it’s very chaotic, full of uncertainties, especially once there’s influence from outsiders.”
As a Charlatan, Yuan Fang was quite humble.
“Do outsiders come here often?”
“Not often, because this place is dangerous for outsiders too, and then whatever they gain can’t be taken out.”
“Except for fire.”
Fu Qian added.
“That’s right, except for fire.”
He finished the cigarette in three puffs, flung the butt away, and stared at Fu Qian.
“But the emergence of fire can be destructive for this place.”
“I thought this place was Immortal? It can be destroyed?”
Fu Qian was surprised.
“First, this place is indeed Immortal.”
Yuan Fang pointed to his head.
“Thanks to a special connection with this place, I am absolutely certain of this.”
“No one knows when this place originated, and no one even knows how they came to be here–including Ballard and everyone else. Every person has been here since they gained consciousness.”
“Further, the people here are not immortal.”
“Like Clown, who died many times, and each time he forgot something.”
Yuan Fang seemed to be talking about someone else, even though he was looking at Fu Qian.
“You can re-learn, but essentially it’s an irreversible process, the same for everyone.”
“And although the future of these people is already set, I still hope that this process can be extended for as long as possible.”
“I see, so even without something as violent as death, they are constantly losing themselves?”
Fu Qian rubbed his chin, recalling the previous metaphor about the gears.
If only death made the Demigods gradually lose themselves, then, as long as they were careful, there was no total despair for them.
It seemed indeed like the gears, always wearing down as they turned, only less apparent.
And to ultimately become formless metal filings, that was their only destiny.
“Yes, so I would like to ask for your help, to at least avoid the most violent method.”
Yuan Fang sighed.
So, that’s how it was.
Fu Qian nodded slightly.
It wasn’t for nothing that he had witnessed so much effort; Prophet Yuan had still revealed a lot of information, especially regarding the birth of fire.
At first glance, it seemed quite consistent with what Xiumeng had said, as if they could corroborate each other.
But there was a significant question–if the flames emerged from the demise of Divine Beings, then what was his mission about?
Xiumeng had gone through so much trouble, to kill two Demigods, it must hurt to use the talismans, and there was a fire so large it needed to be extinguished?
He felt that Prophet Yuan seemed to be holding back some information about the state of this place.
“Whatever one may call you, you are now unquestionably a unique existence.”
Seeing that Fu Qian didn’t respond immediately, Yuan Fang continued his earnest persuasiveness.
“If you’re willing, you could be the savior of this world.”
Savior, where had he heard that word before?
Without mentioning it, Yuan Fang’s words made Fu Qian feel an increasing sense of oddity.
This world seemed filled with too many strange yet familiar messages.
“If you’re willing to participate, I have a plan.”
Yuan Fang continued.
This phrase felt even more familiar…
“Let’s hear it.”
Suppressing the urge to tease, Fu Qian was noncommittal.
“Come with me.”
Fu Qian’s attitude softened, and Yuan Fang, visibly uplifted, gestured for him to follow to the balcony.
“Do you see that?”
The next moment he pointed out the window.
Following his gaze, Fu Qian saw that beyond lay a serene lake.
Smooth as a mirror, it appeared exceptionally dark and profound against the dim sky.
“I didn’t realize, you have a lake-view room!”
Fu Qian exclaimed in admiration.
“Not bad… So, what do you feel about this lake?”
Fu Qian’s strange focus caught Yuan Fang off guard for a moment.
“Round.”
Seeing that Yuan Fang preferred not to discuss the topic of the location, Fu Qian didn’t press further.
And it wasn’t nonsense to call it round–the lake outside might have been small, but it was indeed almost perfectly circular.
“…Anything else?”
“There’s something inside.”
“Very good, that’s Annihilation… or fire, as you may call it.”
Seeing that Fu Qian was finally on the right track, Yuan Fang looked relieved.
“This is unknown to everyone?”
This was undoubtedly explosive news, and Fu Qian frowned.
So this was the target he was supposed to find?
From this angle, it looked completely like a ripple-less small lake.
He too had a hunch, that somehow things were not quite right.
And now Yuan Fang said that many flames were inside, and yet the Demigods had been completely oblivious?
“It’s hard to explain, but I can only tell you that in my divinations, including Ballard, none of their destinies can connect with that place.”
“But outsiders are not bound by this invisible constraint?”
With that, Fu Qian immediately understood.
No wonder the man had been so polite and sincere.
From his previous actions, he made himself into the only one they could communicate with, possessing traits of an outsider.
Investing in himself was indeed the best strategy.
“Yes, and the thing I hope you do is very simple.”
“Wake up the fire, and lead the Hunting Team there.”