Eldritch Horror Theatre - Ch. 29: Working Overtime Is Impossible
[Tyrant's Fist: Weapon]
[Effect: Can unleash the Crimson Whip to ravage enemies; every strike will cause the target to lose their sanity]
[The fist of a tyrant, usually presented in the form of a whip]
Fu Qian looked at his special kill reward.
After so long, this was the first time he had obtained a weapon.
But this weapon's appearance truly challenged the imagination.
To possess an overbearing name like Tyrant's Fist, yet actually be a ring!
This ring was clearly not made of metal, but rather formed by twisting countless smooth, lustrous threads together. It was entirely dark red, and even felt a bit warm to the touch.
Crimson Fever? It was really hard not to associate it with that thing.
Growing up, Fu Qian had never really worn a ring.
Picking up Tyrant's Fist, he hesitated for a moment, then made a domineering gesture with his right hand and slipped the ring onto it.
Blood energy surged. Fu Qian flicked his right hand, and a long whip twisted together from several blood vessels and sinews flashed through the air and disappeared.
The power and speed were both good, and its activation was quite concealed, practically equivalent to extending his arm.
Not bad; it made up for his lack of mid-range attack methods.
Previously, he had the Air Bullet for long-range and was fearless in close-quarters melee. With this thing, he could extend and retract freely, be long or short, golden spear standing firm—ptui!
As for this sanity-losing effect.
Fu Qian thought for a moment, flicked his arm, and cracked the Crimson Whip onto his own back.
As blood splattered, a wave of violent bloodlust flashed through his mind and faded.
Very good!
After eating such a disgusting thing, this was finally some consolation!
Fu Qian nodded in satisfaction and reached out to touch the Fog Door in front of him.
[Consume 1 Sanity Value point, attempt containment again]
[...1%...5%...18%...50%...99.5%...100%, Containment Scene loaded]
Now he needed to go finish his work.
Working overtime is impossible.
[Skills: Air Bullet, Visceral Critical Strike, School of the Cat]
[Weapon: Tyrant's Fist]
[Current Sanity Value: 32]
Glistening waves; the Wen Family's lakeside mansion came into view once again.
"Don't look around!"
Facing the stern-faced Team Leader Gu, Fu Qian patted the shoulder of this slacker-in-chief.
"I know."
Breaking the pillar, sneaking in, kicking the door, blowing up the bowl.
With one kick sending the Eldest Miss of the Wen family flying, he turned around and shattered the incoming stone pillar. Fu Qian grabbed Wen Li and went straight down to the underground Safe House.
The moment the Safe House door closed, Fu Qian saw Young Master Ye, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, being tightly held back by Mr Ji.
...
"How long do we have to stay here?"
Inside the Safe House, facing Wen Li's question, Fu Qian once again held up a single finger.
"A week?"
"No, one hour."
Fu Qian shook his head.
"If you haven't reached Tier 6 in one hour, I'll peel off—your skin!"
...
"I'm sorry, but for me, this is an impossible task. Perhaps you should just do it directly."
Wen Li stared blankly at Fu Qian's face, smiling miserably after a long time.
"This was never your task to begin with."
Fu Qian blinked.
"Come out!"
"I don't understand what you mean..."
Wen Li's large eyes were filled with confusion.
Riiip!
The heavy metal tabletop was once again ripped off by Fu Qian.
The next moment, the tabletop was thrown overhead. The ventilation duct opening was smashed to pieces and securely blocked.
With a resounding boom, the entire Safe House couldn't help but shudder.
"You still have 58 minutes."
Fu Qian continued to look at Wen Li expressionlessly.
The latter stared straight at Fu Qian. After a long while, her features relaxed, revealing a face full of smiles.
"I really can't do anything with you! But one hour really isn't enough!"
The previous pitiful and helpless demeanor was completely gone. Wen Li walked over with elegant grace and sat down.
Sure enough, I knew there was something weird about you.
"How should I address you?"
"Isn't Wen Li fine? In essence, she and I are the same person anyway."
"Wen Li" blinked, crossing her legs.
"Although I don't know why you insisted on forcing me out, it's nice to have someone to talk to."
"Many times, possessing a gift is not a fortunate thing."
"During my years of growing up, I was forced to listen to the inner voices of countless people and perceive their emotions. Those voices were so noisy that you would forget what your own original emotions were."
"In the endless trouble and hesitation, one day, 'I' became 'we'—"
"Nice story you made up. It's a pity my biggest pet peeve is people wasting my time."
Before "Wen Li" could finish her sentence, an Air Bullet grazed past her forehead. Her scalp stung as countless strands of black hair fell.
"You can be anything, but you're definitely not Wen Li."
Fu Qian retracted his hand and said lazily.
"Why do you say that?"
"Wen Li" sat up straight, her expression turning solemn for the first time.
Bullshit, if you were a product of Wen Li's split personality, I wouldn't bother with you.
No matter which one of you reaches Tier 6, my mission would be complete, and after that, I wouldn't care what happens to you.
But the problem was, last time you clearly successfully advanced to Tier 6, yet the prompt I received was that Wen Li died and the mission failed.
The only explanation was that even within the same body, this thing and Wen Li were two entirely different entities.
This was also why Fu Qian only gave her an hour this time, and the threat changed from stripping her naked and throwing her out to killing her directly.
Last time, she hadn't shown up even when faced with the threat of being stripped, showing she didn't care much about such things.
As expected, Wen Li was scared out of her wits at the prospect of her clothes being stripped, but was unafraid of death. Yet this entity clearly valued its life more, popping out immediately.
Of course, Fu Qian wouldn't say these things out loud. He gave a cold snort.
"This old man has wandered the martial world for many years and seen countless women. I've long cultivated a pair of piercing eyes. Do you think your paltry tricks can fool me?!"
"You can keep making things up, but a friendly reminder: you only have 50 minutes left."
"You can call me Eve."
Fake Wen Li's expression turned completely cold.
"You are truly somewhat unique!"
"Thanks for the compliment. Can you disclose your true origins?"
This was indeed what Fu Qian was curious about. Intuitively, this was the key to Wen Li's connection with the Containment Item.
[2-292;Cocoon Room]
"You guessed right. Although I was born from her, I am indeed not her."
"But what I said just now wasn't completely false, either."
"The pain and confusion Wen Li encountered were real, and I was born in that turbulence of emotions that couldn't be dissolved. Of course, she never knew of my existence. In a sense, I am the extraordinary power itself, and Wen Li is just the soil for my growth."
"Because of this, as long as she can advance to Tier 6, I can fully awaken from within her body, and she will dissipate forever."
"I think what I've said has shown enough sincerity?"
Eve stared at Fu Qian.
"No matter what your goal is, I must clearly tell you that advancing to Tier 6 within an hour is impossible."
"Now I have completely taken over the body, plus my accumulation has reached a bottleneck. You just need to give me one more day—no, five hours, and I can try to fulfill your request."
Eve revealed a sweet smile, grabbed Fu Qian's hand, and pressed it against her dazzlingly white thigh.
"I don't need to be so quiet during the process. You can use this extra time however you like."
The touch was as smooth as fine cream. Fu Qian took a careful look, and even scrutinizing with the strictest gaze, he couldn't find a single flaw.
"What a coincidence. I happen to have a special usage technique."
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