Eldritch Horror Theatre - Ch. 154: Legacy of the Sword Heart (Part 1)
[Identity Verification Complete. Today's work begins.]
[Warning. Leakage Incident.]
After the vacation, Fu Qian's life returned to its usual calm.
Meanwhile, the Warehouse's performance remained stable, flawlessly maintaining its record of one leak a day.
[Name: Legacy of the Sword Heart, Codename: 2-010]
[Today's work details have been updated: Enter the Containment Scene of 2-010 and complete the re-containment.]
After eating breakfast, Fu Qian entered the Warehouse again, and the notification rang in his ears almost instantly.
Following the prompts in front of him, Fu Qian smoothly completed his preparations.
[Skills: Air Bullet, Visceral Critical Strike, School of the Cat, Feast (Locked), Decree Residue, Transcendence, Mythic Form]
[Weapon: Tyrant's Fist]
[Current Sanity Value: 163. Current Inspiration: 41]
[Entering Containment Scene 2-010: Academy]
[...4%...6%...10%...18%...34%...66%...100%. Containment Scene Loading Complete.]
[This is the Academy of Mysteries, a place of study for supernatural powers.
In recent years, the way of the sword has flourished. The Sword Institute, as the most prosperous branch of the Academy, has continuously produced talents.
And soon, a grand event is approaching—the annual opening day of the Sword Pavilion has arrived.
In order to temper an earth-shattering strike unique to themselves, ambitious individuals have prepared for a long time.
Danger is born along with it.]
[Task Objective: Destroy the Legacy of the Sword Heart.]
Academy?
Hearing the mission introduction, Fu Qian immediately noticed a familiar term.
If he remembered correctly, as early as the 1-003 mission, he had already dealt with an exploration team from the Academy.
He didn't expect to run directly into their territory this time.
Judging by Li Weixuan's performance last time, the Academy definitely possessed some experts; he needed to act cautiously.
Especially since this task objective clearly involved causing some destruction.
But looking on the bright side, at least this mission seemed normal.
"Why are there still people who haven't gone inside? Hurry up and don't waste time."
Just as his perception recovered, Fu Qian heard someone shouting in his ear.
Focusing his gaze, he saw a middle-aged man with messy hair standing not far away, looking at him impatiently.
He was probably talking to him, but the question was, go inside where?
As a Tasker who didn't inherit any memories, Fu Qian was naturally clueless about this.
Without rushing to respond, he first observed his surroundings and realized he was standing in front of a rather retro-looking building.
From the outside, the building had six floors. Its mottled exterior walls looked ancient, and its style was extremely solemn and majestic.
The "inside" the middle-aged man mentioned was undoubtedly here.
"Move it!"
At this point, the middle-aged man had opened the door behind him and motioned for him to head in.
"Remember, your range of activity is limited to the bottom three floors starting from here. Otherwise, you'll trigger the restrictions and bear the consequences yourself."
Since the man was being so hospitable, Fu Qian didn't decline any further and walked right into the building.
Almost as soon as he stepped inside, he felt an invisible chill.
The space inside was quite large, and the structure was extremely simple, displaying numerous sharp weapons in a relatively haphazard manner.
Heavy iron swords, cold gleaming blades—these swords were positioned inside in all sorts of postures.
Some were even stabbed straight into the floor, radiating a thick aura of deadly intent.
There was no need to ask; this was definitely the "Sword Pavilion" mentioned in the introduction.
Fu Qian counted quickly; on this floor alone, there were nearly a hundred swords displayed.
Given that this place had six floors in total, it could absolutely be called a rich collection.
According to the introduction, this place was open once a year for students to comprehend and temper themselves, making it a grand event for the Academy.
So my identity this time is an Academy student again?
I wonder if it's the same identity as last time.
Fu Qian thought to himself.
His mission this time was to destroy the Legacy of the Sword Heart. He couldn't just burn this place down, could he?
At this moment, inside the Sword Pavilion, many students were already studying hard. Everyone had a tacit understanding not to make a single sound.
They walked silently through the hall, occasionally selecting a target and concentrating on experiencing and comprehending it.
Because the space was spacious, there was plenty of room in front of each sword for people to stop without interfering with one another.
Fu Qian was also observing very seriously, but the aspects he focused on were different from the others.
With his hands behind his back, he paced leisurely across the floor.
Fu Qian was looking left and right almost as if strolling through a museum, individually assessing the difficulty of destroying them.
He didn't have much contact with the way of the sword; to him, it was just one of many cultivation methods.
However, using the 40-year-old Tier 4 Peak Li Weixuan as a reference, this was undoubtedly an efficient path of cultivation.
His relaxed posture was undeniably somewhat unique, and for a moment, he garnered quite a few strange looks.
But the students at most just glanced at him before turning back to continue their comprehension.
The opportunity to access the Sword Pavilion was rare; no one was going to waste their precious time on gossip.
However, among the many gazes directed at him, Fu Qian spotted a familiar face.
That person from the exploration team last time... I think his name was Yuan Xin?
Fu Qian recalled his experience in 1-003. That should be his name.
But he clearly didn't recognize him; her gaze swept past his face completely blankly.
Either this mission took place before 1-003, or because of 1-003's effects, the information of his previous identity had been completely erased.
Fu Qian quickly deduced two possibilities.
Regardless of which one it was, it meant his previous identity information was unusable, which wasn't exactly good news.
After quickly completing a lap and taking a glance at the still-studying crowd, Fu Qian prepared to head upstairs to take a look.
Just as he was about to move, he noticed the middle-aged man from before hurriedly walking in.
After sweeping his gaze around, the man quickly walked up to him and lowered his voice.
"Take out your Student Card. You haven't registered yet."
Student Card?
Fu Qian thought about it and reached into the pockets all over his body.
Finally, under the middle-aged man's impatient gaze, he dug out something that looked like a meal card and handed it over.
...
Unexpectedly, upon seeing it, the middle-aged man didn't reach out to take it. Instead, he stared fixedly at Fu Qian, his face screaming, "Are you kidding me?"
"What is it?"
"This is your card?"
"Is there a problem with it?"
Fu Qian couldn't help but feel a bit confused himself.
He had looked at it before handing it over; there was no name or photo on the card.
Was this guy some kind of god, seeing a problem without even swiping it?
"A huge problem!"
The middle-aged man's eyebrows furrowed into a deep V as he reached out two fingers to pinch Fu Qian's card.
"First of all, this is not a student card. This is the model for Academy Mentors."
"Secondly, judging from the color, this isn't even from the Sword Institute. It's an ID card from the Revelation Institute!"
For some reason, when the middle-aged man mentioned the word "Revelation," his face carried a trace of undisguised disgust.
"If this is yours, could you please explain why you are wearing a Sword Institute uniform?"
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