Chapter 2415 - 2410: The Prophet Is Dead (21)
Chapter 2415: Chapter 2410: The Prophet Is Dead (21)
In theory, the previous guesses have almost been confirmed.
That is, the Sheep-headed Demon Brother truly had too low a ranking, which is why he was in such a confused state upon awakening.
Now that a Demigod has come instead, the situation is immediately different.
But Amber’s excellent mental state has many potential uses, so how could it be limited to just this step?
Spotting Yuan Fang over there so quickly has already proven her aptitude for finding people, so we might as well let her continue to play to this strength.
"She could also conveniently look for Akasha or the Spider Queen who haven’t awakened."
As for the matter of motivation, Fu Qian provided the drive in the next moment.
"... What’s your real purpose for coming here? Did you already know about this situation?"
Clearly a bit moved, Amber still couldn’t conceal her confusion.
"If that’s the case, why should I go out of my way to the restaurant to wait for you?"
Fu Qian casually counter-questioned.
...
Unable to answer Fu Qian’s question, Lord Amber fell into silence at that moment.
However, it was only for a brief moment, and soon she composed herself and silently moved around within the kettle-like environment.
She didn’t even request the lamp from Fu Qian, as if this visibility was already enough.
And with such a tireless worker present, Fu Qian stood there without moving an inch, merely gazing quietly at the center of the hemisphere.
Not only was there no fiery tongue, but the massive coffin was also completely gone, making the scene rather lifeless.
But the problem also lies here—this isn’t what the warehouse wants, right?
The last mission’s goal seemed straightforward enough: helping Ji Feng suppress the influence of the Mother of the Gospel.
Now the breeding ground is a gray one rather than warm, what an excellent effect!
As a result, it’s spent so much effort getting itself in, even radically changed its containment conditions, as if there’s a hint of flipping the table, so where lies the problem?
This query is actually the core reason Fu Qian isn’t in a rush to resolve things violently.
On one hand, there is the mysterious Unseen Hillock, involving the mysteries of the Mental World and even an incredible predecessor, wasting it recklessly would be unwise.
On the other hand, he has considerable interest, seeing it as an opportunity to learn more about his job unit.
The warehouse’s habits seem increasingly traceable.
And knowing a bit more clearly assists in assessing what kind of role "He" plays in this world... Lest we forget, the mission objective is even termed the darkest night.
Although Fu Qian doesn’t think it necessarily relates to the Long Night from a thousand years ago, he doesn’t mind taking the risk of losing 5 SAN Points for a little exploration even if it’s coincidental.
"She’s not here... None of them are here."
The quiet times are always short; soon, the searching Amber returned, bringing less than favorable news.
"How confident are you?"
Knowing her implication was that neither Akasha nor the Spider Queen were in sight, Fu Qian showed no emotional upheaval and merely confirmed casually.
"Very confident, I’m quite familiar with their scent."
Amber’s voice was low, but it was evident she was fairly confident.
"Sounds like good news, meaning they could act freely like us and then left here?"
However, clearly not understanding what optimism means, Professor Fu demonstrated his interpretive skills in an instant.
...
"She also crossed that door... It does indeed seem explainable this way."
Somewhat shocked in worldview, yet Amber quickly caught on, grasping Fu Qian’s meaning.
"So she wasn’t here, she went inside? Is that why Akasha has been so elusive all along?"
Without even waiting for Fu Qian to respond, her gaze had already turned toward the towering buildings behind them.
"But that implies she needed to discover that door earlier than everyone else and entered at the first opportunity, otherwise she would’ve been detected—"
"Logical deduction, so who was the first detected Demigod?"
Giving a high affirmation to Amber’s deduction, Fu Qian smoothly queried.
"How do you know a Demigod entered?"
Amber was a bit surprised, yet also clearly hit the nail on the head.
"Just a guess, considering it’s a place where even the dead can resurrect, people should naturally have more courage, so who was it?"
Fu Qian stated quite matter-of-factly.
"Not sure if you know him, we generally refer to him as the ’Black Doctor,’ the only Demigod to step through the door."
Though puzzled by Fu Qian’s objectives, sharing this kind of information evidently posed no psychological burden for Amber.
Hmm... it is indeed an intriguing name, quite in line with the place’s style.
"So is the Black Doctor here?"
Fu Qian nodded slightly, indicating he had heard for the first time, gesturing downward.
"... I can’t confirm that; need to search a bit more."
The scent of that Black Doctor Demigod seemed quite unfamiliar to Amber, who hesitated to make a hasty conclusion after a brief hesitation.
"Being meticulous is good, go ahead then."
Fu Qian was also quite lenient, indicating she should go search.
"Take this."
Even handed over the lantern.
...
At that moment, Amber seemed slightly disoriented, not understanding why she was following orders.
Yet after a brief hesitation, she ultimately chose to embark on the journey once more.
She even truly took the lamp, transforming into a light within the darkness, swiftly darting once more—abruptly stopping at a certain moment.
Indeed, whether or not it was the lamp’s illumination enhancing efficiency, Amber’s reaction suggested a discovery had been made.
"Found something?"
Fu Qian swiftly caught up, standing by her side in the next moment.
Even he followed the previous advice, attempting not to crush the people beneath their feet.
"It should be him, but—"
Amber’s response was slightly odd, sounding as if she had efficiently located the target, yet devoid of any joy.
"But if I’m here, it seems even Demigods face restrictions on movement upon entering."
Just as her voice faded, a strange voice joined in, even seemingly accompanied by faint laughter.
"And that means Akasha’s likelihood of waking up and leaving here diminishes, the hope to find her becomes even slimmer—sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but this place really is too quiet."
In the midst of apologies, an extraordinary power appeared to be manipulating the bodies underfoot, spreading them out.
And a previously buried figure slowly stepped forth.
...
"Black Doctor?"
Not tall, smaller eyes, but unlike others, seemed naturally orderly.
Gazing at this middle-aged man with an unusual moniker, Fu Qian verified casually.
"Indeed."
And staring directly at Fu Qian’s mask, the opposite party admitted candidly, even squeezing out an odd smile.
"I’d also regretfully inform you that no other Demigods have been here since."