Chapter 2099 - 2094: Despair Plan
Chapter 2099: Chapter 2094: Despair Plan
The core objective of this trip is clear; it is to try and make use of the waste from the Furnace.
However, professional researchers never easily waste any resources.
Perhaps in real history, they never met face to face, but the wandering Assassin Brother, how could Fu Qian ever forget.
The mission was rushed at the time; the Furnace’s bizarre and mysterious location, brief exploration is unlikely to uncover all the secrets.
A Middle Tier striving for survival, what encounters and gains might he have inside, Fu Qian always held a shred of expectation.
Though the displayed capability or means were mediocre, in dire situations one might still breakthrough oneself, bringing a bit of surprise.
Moreover, this time without the influence of Mr. Feng Sr., the chessboard stinkpot, bringing fixed ideas.
In summary, for Fu Qian, it’s not intentional, but Brother Zhao Ran seemed like a white mouse thrown into a virus vat.
Upon revisiting this place, the lesions on his body will be a living record board, revealing more characteristics of the Furnace.
Therefore, it’s best that the white mouse stays alive; this is Fu Qian’s additional expectation for this trip.
As for his personal wishes, whether he cooperates or finds fortune in misfortune, mastering Supreme Divine Skill, is never important.
And final facts have proved that Assassin Brother did not disappoint this expectation, bringing quite interesting information, gratitude for sharing is truly sincere.
"You? Can imagine? Hahaha."
Though this reaction seemed to make Brother Zhao Ran anxious, it made him laugh out loud first.
"You wouldn’t say... all of this was arranged by you, right? Including causing such a big commotion just to lure me out?"
Sure enough, once a person becomes sharp, their thoughts become flexible; Fu Qian didn’t even need to comment, and the laughter abruptly stopped the next moment.
With a joyful expression still on his face, gazing steadily at Fu Qian who sat like Mount Tai, Zhao Ran indeed completed reading comprehension.
"Do not be so extreme in everything, I merely gave a casual tip, planted an opportunity, and your achievements today are mainly thanks to yourself."
Fu Qian merely waved his hand, unwilling to dampen the enthusiasm of young people, indicating that he merely left behind a few idle strokes, everything ultimately depended on personal fate.
"Hehe... that truly is a pity, but rest assured, I am a very generous person; even if you didn’t help that much, I will thank you fully—"
Though Zhao Ran didn’t believe it, he casually expressed that his gratitude would still be true and arranged all this for the expression.
In the next moment, the wind suddenly rose, and the long halberd in his hand was thrown again, directly aiming at Fu Qian on the stone seat.
But even so suddenly, it still did not succeed.
Fu Qian seemed not to change his posture, merely moved a hand, catching the strike like thunder with just two fingers.
Considering it was merely a simple throw attack, it wasn’t an astounding achievement.
Yet, such a nonchalant and poised move truly corresponded to previous statements, manifesting a master’s demeanor.
"Sorry, I mentioned a long time ago that I am not interested in long-handled weapons."
Even after this, Fu Qian merely tossed it aside, reaffirming his weapon preference.
"Is that so, then are you interested in this seat?"
Unseen discouragement, Zhao Ran’s empty hands grasped the Void.
At that moment, every corner of the church emitted a teeth-grinding sound, seemingly ready to collapse at any moment—not an illusion, it was truly moving.
It seemed to possess some form of life, everything in sight truly compressed and deformed, collapsing inward.
"If you really mean it, why not stand up?"
Zhao Ran’s mocking query simultaneously echoed.
...
"I was right before, you are smart; you quickly realized this seat is key...but have you ever thought why I knowingly brought you here?"
As Fu Qian curiously scanned the surroundings, Zhao Ran gave no chance to answer and continued directly.
"Because without mastering the corresponding method, you could never achieve what you are now? And you will never tell me?"
Fu Qian genuinely pondered, deducing a possible explanation.
"Correct."
Not at all displeased by being guessed correctly, on the contrary, Zhao Ran’s face displayed sheer delight.
"Originally intended for you to gradually realize...discover who the real ’they’ are, discover the key to becoming them, and discover you will always be one step behind..."
"I have to admit you continually bring me surprises, though the efficiency is truly high, my meticulously prepared gift wasn’t wasted."
In the increasingly excited voice, the building seemed to feel this emotion, a giant stone beam crashed down, just a meter away from Fu Qian’s hand—precisely where the long halberd was.
Control over this place was indeed amazing, far deeper than my previous "I think therefore I am" state.
Without any movement, observing this scene, Fu Qian came to further conclusions.
At that time, completing the mission and leaving the Furnace was achieved through repeated refinement on the stone seat, reaching deep integration or resonance with this place, only then could actions proceed unhindered.
Although, even then, regarding the Furnace itself, it was merely sharing some high-dimensional perspective, far from influencing its change.
Nonetheless, whether it’s the earlier blood mist distraction or the current building control, it’s sincerely clear Zhao Ran’s control over this place is amazing, the passage was likely dug this way too.
Over months, his exploration yielded far more than previously showcased, clearly including further utilization methods of this stone seat.
As for bringing me here deliberately, Fu Qian also believes and understands.
Just like after three days of survival, determined to eliminate the person who saved you, grievances must be vented.
From the beginning, mistaking "me" for "them," Zhao Ran’s previous series of hard performances were essentially cat-and-mouse games.
Months have passed, merely killing wasn’t enough; surely there’s dual psychological torture, eventually offering hope only to cruelly strip it away.
Though uninteresting, with Brother Zhao Ran’s level and style, such an approach is not surprising.
Being fair, it already counts as superlative performance after refining desperation.
Unfortunately, humans have limits; discerning who is the mouse in such high-difficulty topics is still too profound for him.
"Understood, so to maximize my suffering, apart from the most crucial point, can other parts be shared?"
Profound empathy, Fu Qian slightly nodded, not forgetting to provide action suggestions.