Eldritch Horror Theatre - Ch. 79: King of the White Tower
[Identity verification complete, today's work begins]
Even up until entering the Warehouse the next day, Fu Qian still couldn't help but feel a bit amazed.
Who would have thought that a skill literally named "Residue" could brainwash a person to such an extent?
Ordinary people were far too fragile in front of him now.
He would have to be more careful when dealing with Young Master Qin and the others in the future.
In contrast, he could let loose much more freely in the mission worlds.
Could it be that his future was relegated to only going on "vacations" over there?
[Warning, Containment Breach Incident]
[Name: Scepter, Codename: 2-088]
[Today's work content has been updated: Enter the Containment Scene of 2-088 and complete re-containment]
Another Level 2!
The containment breach warning came as no surprise, but the codename immediately brought Fu Qian's previous experiences to mind.
Level 2 incidents were generally not that easy to handle.
Couldn't they just give him a Level 3 so he could relax and treat it like a holiday?
Amidst his sighs, the view before him rapidly blurred.
[Entering 2-088 Containment Scene]
[...2%...4%...10%...28%...82%...100%, Loading Complete]
[This is a place yearned for by countless people; a domain of luxury, dissipation, and unbridled indulgence.
Amidst boundless freedom, the regression to bestiality coexists with an audience with divinity. However, the corners that exist outside the rules often rely on even harsher rules to survive.]
[Skills: Air Bullet, Visceral Critical Strike, School of the Cat, Feast (Locked), Decree Residue]
[Weapon: Tyrant's Fist]
[Containment Condition: Eliminate the King of the White Tower]
[Current Sanity Value: 79, Current Inspiration: 26]
After the lines of explanatory text ended, Fu Qian regained his senses, and his vision brightened.
A sunny beach, azure waters, a blue sky, and a gentle, warm breeze blowing in intervals.
It looked like an island?
Did it hear my inner thoughts? Did it really give me a vacation instance?
Fu Qian looked down at himself: shorts, beach sandals, and a pair of sunglasses hanging from his collar. A complete beach vacation getup.
"Sir, your drink is here."
A soft, alluring voice sounded. Fu Qian turned around to find a beautiful waitress dressed as a succubus handing him a tray.
Blue-purple hair, exquisite eyeshadow of the same color, clothes so sparse they bordered on absurd highlighting even more absurd curves, and two small, curved horns on top of her head.
Professional!
Fu Qian offered a compliment and took a glass from the succubus waitress. Inside was a blood-red liquid.
Just then, a shadow fell over him. Fu Qian looked up and saw an airship slowly drifting overhead.
Welcome to the Ring Archipelago!
A line of fiery red text was painted across the bulging hull of the ship.
Behind the text was a three-tiered tower logo.
Was this place called the Ring Archipelago? Come to think of it, that logo looked a bit familiar!
Remembering something, Fu Qian turned to look out at the sea.
Sure enough, amidst the blue water and sky, on an island less than a nautical mile away, a White Tower piercing the clouds stood tall. Its shape was very similar to the logo.
If he remembered correctly, his mission this time was to eliminate the King of the White Tower.
Barring any surprises, his target was definitely over there.
This was far simpler than finding that Omen last time.
Was it really a vacation instance?
But he still needed to confirm a few things.
"Hey, gorgeous!"
Fu Qian waved at the succubus waitress.
"Do you know who the King of the White Tower is?"
...
Hearing Fu Qian call out, the succubus swayed her hips as she sauntered over. Upon hearing the question, she froze for a moment before covering her mouth and giggling.
"The King of the White Tower, isn't that you, sir?"
...
Now it was Fu Qian's turn to be shocked.
Was this mission even simpler than he imagined? Could he just sunbathe for a while, commit suicide by severing his own meridians, and immediately complete the task?
"Although there are so many people on the beach today, they're all here for the tournament tonight!"
"But I'll tell you a secret..."
The succubus leaned in closer, lowering her voice.
"Out of all these people, I'm rooting for you the most, because..."
She licked her lips.
"You look the most delicious!"
"Do your best tonight! You will definitely become the King of the White Tower!"
Seeing Fu Qian looking a bit confused, the succubus seemed to understand something. She paused and pointed toward the sea.
"Could it be you're asking about the master of that tower?"
"Bai Jinting, the CEO of the White Tower Company. Very few people don't know that name.
Although he usually lives in seclusion and rarely shows his face, you'll definitely be able to meet him tonight."
After the succubus finished speaking, her gaze lingered on Fu Qian's body for a long time. Throwing him a wink, she turned to leave.
Not only that, but she deliberately turned around near him to let Fu Qian fully appreciate her exaggerated curves.
And, exceptionally eye-catching on her shoulder blades, were two small, dark-red fleshy wings.
Those things didn't look like decorations!
Fu Qian sucked in a breath.
The base of the two wings was deeply embedded beneath her skin. Looking closely at her back, there were even faint scars.
If this was cosplay, he could only say she was too dedicated.
Just as he was thinking this, the succubus hopped lightly forward. Those two small wings instantly expanded into bat wings about a meter wide, flapping and easily gliding her a dozen meters away.
They really were real!
Those things must have been attached via surgery. He didn't know their origin, but they definitely weren't human.
A bit insane! Truly worthy of being called a place of unbridled indulgence.
Fu Qian gained a deeper understanding of the system's introduction.
After his musings, Fu Qian recalled what the succubus had just mentioned.
According to her, he was registered to participate in a tournament taking place tonight.
And the winner would receive the title of "King of the White Tower"?
So all these people on the beach right now were his opponents for tonight?
Fu Qian looked around. There really were a lot of people.
Men and women, young and old. Their common trait was that almost all of them bore traces of physical training on their bodies. They seemed quite capable of fighting—relative to ordinary people, anyway.
After all, some of them didn't even feel like Beyonders; at best, they were just relatively strong regular folks.
If this tournament didn't have weight classes or tiers, it would be an absolute free-for-all brawl.
Additionally, these people looked relatively normal. None of them had surgical marks like the succubus.
"What are you looking at!"
While he was deep in thought, Fu Qian's assessing gaze quickly drew a reaction.
A muscular brute over two meters tall stood straight up, glaring viciously in this direction with a ferocious expression.
He was packed with muscle, and his terrifyingly imposing physique radiated the murderous intent of a paramecium.
Fu Qian ignored him entirely. He reached into the only pocket on his body and, unsurprisingly, pulled out a hotel key card. He checked the logo and confirmed he was staying at the hotel right behind the beach.
"I'm talking to you, pretty boy!"
Fu Qian's attitude of treating him like empty air clearly made the furious brute even angrier.
After aggressively affirming Fu Qian's good looks, this guy fully demonstrated the excellent virtue of using fists over words and decisively attacked.
A black shadow crossed a distance of over ten meters, flying over like a javelin.
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