Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2191: Chapter 2186: Cotton-White Skin

"I see, the style is consistent."

The Witch succinctly explained the meaning behind her previous actions, and Fu Qian cooperated in giving his critique.

It wasn’t just mindless agreement; the spring bird and the toy workshop shared a high degree of stylistic consistency.

So much so that, despite the Witch’s penchant for secrecy, the moment she appeared here, Fu Qian almost confirmed his line of action.

"What else?"

And indeed, not satisfied with a simple critique, the Witch continued to inquire as she walked ahead, motioning Fu Qian to follow.

"The craftsmanship is good."

Responding fluently yet again, Fu Qian gestured to the side.

He was naturally referring to those finished or semi-finished toys.

This place was not small in area, but the terrain was uneven, with buildings at varying heights.

Walking through, one could see similar items displayed outside, both above and below, inside and out.

Though most of the crafts were not complex, it was evident that they were made with care.

"But they seem to be somewhat unsalable."

Before the Witch could ask further, Fu Qian continued with his observations, even leveraging his professional expertise.

The quality was indeed good, but it felt like the stockpile was overwhelming, underestimating inventory pressure.

From a businessman’s perspective, while the number of toys piled on the black stone road might be impressive, it did not seem like a healthy business model.

Unless there’s a special shopping event about to start.

"It’s also possible that they have been producing for too long."

The Witch didn’t seem to disagree with this statement, her gaze also sweeping the surroundings.

"The last time I came here, it was shortly after I was ’born.’"

...

Oh? Such a complete childhood?

The Witch’s connection to this place piqued Fu Qian’s interest, to the point that he marveled at her words.

The birth and wandering, seeking the "mother’s" aura—he had already heard some of this from the Witch, but now it was filled in with more detail.

It’s no wonder she is a natural Superior Being, the great Dark Night Pope, with even enough toys from childhood to make many kids envious to tears.

"Can you describe what it felt like at birth?"

And since the Witch mentioned it, Fu Qian didn’t mind indulging his curiosity a bit more.

The birth process of a Superior Being, especially one with a relatively concrete continuity concept, was certainly worth exploring.

"There wasn’t anything special, just a moment where I suddenly became aware of my own existence.

"And my state was very complete, with not much difference from my current self."

Indeed compassionate, the Witch immediately shared without reservation.

"Apart from the power, and knowing that this power came from the ’mother,’ there’s only a name."

So Niel Glegorya came prepackaged?

For a moment, Fu Qian seemed to feel the weight of the Dark Moon Ring in the Night Holy City.

"It’s a very nice name."

Without being overly modest, he generously praised it.

After all, he was running a research project in genetics, and aside from the somewhat lacking larger environment, the Witch seemed to be an utterly top-notch configuration in all respects.

However, the inheritance of this Superior Being was still somewhat extraordinary, and not easily comparable to others for the time being.

"Go say hello, her name is Ailuo."

Perhaps recalling the initial encounter and Fu Qian’s complimenting of her name.

The Witch accepted the mutual flattery gracefully, then gestured towards the distance.

As they spoke, the pair approached quite close to the silhouette they first saw.

Even up to this moment, the person hadn’t turned around.

And true to her words, the Witch could recognize people just from their backs and even remembered their names.

"Hello, Ailuo."

Fu Qian didn’t hesitate, stepping forward alone to politely greet her.

"...Hello."

There was indeed a response. After a slight tremor, the figure slowly turned around.

...

Young, with a slightly chubby overall build, but very fair-skinned, with a kind face.

Successfully engaging in conversation, Fu Qian quickly made an assessment.

That’s right, although her manner was a bit odd, there wasn’t an immediate dramatic reveal like in common plots, where half her face was rotten or she lacked a chin.

And even though her features were not particularly prominent, Ailuo’s demeanor was quite composed, standing straight with a solid head of flesh and blood.

Judging by her attire, she seemed to be a staff member here, and perhaps some of the toys were crafted by her.

As she turned, it became clear she had been observing a toppled toy house, seemingly pondering how to upright and repair it.

"Nice weather today."

While observing, facing Ailuo’s puzzled look, Fu Qian didn’t let the atmosphere get awkward, making light conversation.

"Indeed it’s nice... but a bit too hot."

And indeed, everyone these days was more sophisticated. Even if weather talk was awkward, Ailuo responded naturally.

"Could it be due to your workwear? It looks a bit thick."

Fu Qian pointed to her attire, keeping the conversation going.

"But safety protection is also very important, definitely can’t be careless—"

"Where can we find the Deer Car?"

Moving from weather to safety production, seeing this endless conversation, the Witch finally intervened to ask a rather peculiar question.

"You can try to go above, find a house with a blue roof."

After a moment’s thought, Ailuo responded quite naturally, even extending her hand to point a direction.

With this gesture, the heavy work clothes finally parted slightly, revealing her arm below.

Oh?

When it comes to describing skin whiteness, "snow" is a common term.

But technically, cotton is also white, like Ailuo’s arm at this moment.

In the bright sunlight, you could clearly see the tangled cotton fibers within, and at the core of the cotton, two bone pieces stained with blood.

"Thank you."

Having taken in this sight, it didn’t prevent Fu Qian from maintaining high decorum, casually expressing gratitude.

...

"Did you see that?"

As the two bid farewell and followed Ailuo’s direction, the Witch casually confirmed.

"I did, is that why they’ve lasted so long?"

Nodding, Fu Qian observed the surroundings, easily spotting more moving figures.

For a place associated with Doomsday, this scene seemed somewhat vibrant.

And the reason for believing Ailuo lived "so long" was simple.

The Witch had previously mentioned she visited this place shortly after her "birth," and yet she remembered the female worker’s name.

Given such a time span, how could Ailuo standing there be ordinary?

Though her extraordinary nature was quite an eye-opener.