Chapter 86: Chapter 85: King of the White Tower (Part 7)_1
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It turned out that overly ambitious wishes were unrealistic.
Although someone did come knocking on the door the next morning, it wasn’t the person he was hoping to see.
“Good morning, Mr. Fu.”
The female priestess who had guided him during the competition bowed deeply at the door, dressed immaculately.
“I am your guide for today. If you’d like to take a tour around the island, I can accompany you throughout.”
It wasn’t easy!
Fu Qian looked at the face of the female priestess, which had returned to its divine grace.
She had been terribly frightened towards the end of the previous day, but after a night of psychological rebuilding, she had surprisingly recovered.
The competition was still scheduled for the evening, so he indeed had plenty of time during the day to wander around this so-called den of decadence.
“That would be great, thank you.”
Fu Qian nodded in agreement.
Most of the time, Fu Qian was an easygoing person, to the extent that he had not even asked for the name of the priestess.
Just as Veil had said, after winning the first day’s competition, all areas had been opened to him. And with the female priestess leading the way, they encountered no obstacles whatsoever.
“There are a total of seven islands here, and where we are now is considered the outskirts, mainly consisting of basic infrastructure.”
The female priestess walked ahead, assuming the role of a tour guide.
On the way here, he had already seen several groups like theirs.
“Indeed basic.”
Fu Qian looked at a group of women striking poses in front of a sign and nodded approvingly.
In just a few seconds, several coquettish glances were thrown his way, one even from a woman whose wings on her back were spread upwards.
Along with her pale, slender neck, she looked like a goose poised for action.
“The White Tower where yesterday’s competition took place is located on Central Island, with tunnels from all six of the other islands leading there.”
The female priestess, pretending not to notice what Fu Qian was looking at, continued her introduction.
“There are mainly two core buildings on Central Island, apart from the White Tower, there’s also the laboratory that serves as the heart of the island.”
She pointed to a building next to the towering White Tower.
“That’s the one. I believe it’s also a big reason many people come to the Ring Islands.”
The Limb Attachment Laboratory?
In this world, it’s certainly one of the top achievements in technology, albeit on an unconventional path!
Following the direction she pointed, Fu Qian took a careful look.
Compared to the White Tower, this building was much more low-key. It had a ring shape, occupying the southeast corner of the island, and was quite large in size.
“But it seems that not many people have actually done so?”
Fu Qian pointed out, referring to her body.
From his observations the previous day, at least she didn’t have any additional parts attached to her body.
“Everyone has different objectives. My reason for working here is quite simple,”
she said with a smile, not minding the conversation shifting towards her.
“The White Tower Company offers so much!”
“Just a few days of work can amount to a year’s income for me, and I also get to stay on the legendary Ring Islands for a while.”
“In fact, many people are in the same situation, but not everyone can take the money and leave.”
As she spoke, she gestured towards the direction of the laboratory.
Understood.
Fu Qian nodded in realization.
The Limb Attachment Laboratory was right there; even the possibility of acquiring various Transcendent abilities through it represented a huge temptation for the average person.
On the Ring Islands, you earn, you spend, with no thought of taking any back home.
“Besides Central Island, we can go wherever we want. Where would you like to go first?”
Unfortunately, the Central Island executive office was what interested me the most.
Fu Qian thought for a moment, then took out the badge he had received the previous day from his pocket.
“Do you know where to find them?”
This…
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Upon seeing the item in Fu Qian’s hand, the female priestess’s face immediately turned pale, and after carefully confirming it,
“This is the emblem of the Rebirth Club, on Island No.5, not far from here.”
She said quickly and softly, with her head bowed.
“How do you have this? From what I know, such emblems are quite rare on the island and not numerous.”
“Someone gave it to me, but why do you look like you’ve seen something dirty?”
“The Rebirth Club is quite notorious around here; their style…”
The female priestess pondered her words for a moment.
“Is rather unrestrained. Are you really going to go there directly?”
Hmm.
Fu Qian nodded, noticing her troubled expression.
“Forget it, just point me in the direction, and I’ll go there myself.”
No need to trouble her further.
Relieved, the female priestess pointed him in the right direction and then ran off with an apologetic face.
It was clear that the Rebirth Club had a bad reputation here.
However, as the saying goes, even bad publicity is still publicity; the instinctive repulsion it caused suggested that the club must have had some extraordinary aspects.
Following the directions, Fu Qian quickly found his destination.
In front of the heavy red wooden door stood a muscular man with his arms crossed, guarding the place.
After showing him the badge, the muscular man scrutinized it closely, then opened the wooden door and let Fu Qian in.
Bang!
Fu Qian had hardly entered when the door shut promptly behind him.
Is this the club?
Fu Qian frowned at the scene in front of him.
It seemed that the place was once a small bar.
However, there was no music or decadent pleasure now.
Instead, dry corpses were scattered everywhere, seated or lying, remaining in various postures as if they still continued their last actions.
Most conspicuous among them was a centaur in front of the counter.
Yes, that kind of legendary creature with two arms and four legs.
This one, though not particularly tall, was draped in a tattered cloth, which, despite being ragged and hole-ridden, still showed signs of its former splendor.
All this was shrouded in an omnipresent layer of black, white, and grey dust.
What a picture of solitude!
Fu Qian walked past the centaur display, found a spot at the counter, and sat down, at the same time touching the surface of the counter.
The layer of black and white dust on the table surface smeared directly onto his fingers, turning the skin pale.
In less than ten seconds, his entire body was covered in that greyish-white color, and his skin looked as withered as a dry corpse, as if he had experienced a century of vicissitudes in an instant.
But Fu Qian remained unfazed, leaning back in his chair and closely observing the centaur beside him.
Aren’t the legs a bit too long, proportionally speaking?
As he was observing intently, the spear that the centaur’s right hand had been raising fell silently.
Clang!
Fu Qian, without even looking up, extended his left index and middle fingers upward, deftly catching the sharp spear tip.
In the past, he might have either slapped such a stealth attack away or dodged in some direction.
But as a player who had just completed special training yesterday, he tried the more impressive-looking Spiritual Acumen Finger.
The results proved to be quite effective.
Greater force came from the spear, as the centaur seemed to want to pull back its weapon.
Unfortunately for it, Fu Qian’s fingers were like a vice, unyielding no matter how much force was applied.
Two seconds later, Fu Qian twisted his wrist.
Even under such a strained lever action, the spear in the centaur’s hand was forcibly pulled out, causing the creature to stagger back several steps in a twisted manner.
Hmm!
A woman’s moan sounded.