Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 152: Chapter 151 Suspicious Rewards_1
 

[Mission Evaluation: Hand of Filth]

[You completed the mission in an almost blasphemous manner, spreading decay throughout the entire world]

[Kills: prison guard, Collison, Priest, Pus Armor, Priest]

[Reward: SAN Points +33; Inspiration +5; To be determined]

[Current SAN Points: 164, Current Inspiration: 41]

[Would you like to play the event recap?]

What does ‘to be determined’ mean?

In a series of prompts, Fu Qian discovered something he had never seen before.

He quickly flipped back to the rewards section, and soon found the item named ‘to be determined.’

[You can choose one of the following two rewards]

After making his choice, two orbs of light suddenly appeared before his eyes, along with a prompt.

Can I actually choose freely?

Fu Qian tried to focus his attention on one of the light orbs.

[Name: Completed Ritual]

[Introduction: A perfectly completed ascension ritual, capable of upgrading you to a corresponding Demigod form]

[Remark: User must be below Demigod level, selection leads to automatic infusion, process is irreversible]

Direct ascension to a Demigod, is it that exaggerated?

This first option surprised Fu Qian.

And it seems like there’s nothing to do? If Old Master Chen in Shangjing saw this, he would cry to death!

As Fu Qian thought this, he turned his gaze toward the second orb of light.

[Name: Blasphemy’s Embrace]

[Introduction: A special artifact, which temporarily seals the sun upon use, causing it to enter a state of shadow.]

[Remark: This is an ominous and evil object filled with the force of filth. Every activation will induce the user into a 24-hour Discoloration State.]

Aren’t these two rewards a bit too contrasting?

When he saw the first reward, Fu Qian still had high expectations for the second one, but he didn’t expect it would be like this.

Sealing the sun sounds impressive, but it’s a pity he can’t think of any use for it, let alone the side effects.

The rewards are not in the same league, logically the choice should be more than simple.

But then…

Fu Qian’s gaze turned towards the depths of the warehouse.

The work today has been quite strange from the start.

There’s a lot of missing information not to mention, his abilities were completely sealed.

The mission itself was also given bit by bit, somewhat intentionally guiding.

And whether it was the Witch or the Priests, they clearly stated that their world was already in an apocalyptic state, which was completely different from the places he had been before.

Under such circumstances, the incomparable rewards were nothing but a blatant lure.

Something abnormal is surely afoot!

Fu Qian didn’t rush to make a decision but tried to close the options in front of him

He wanted to check out box 1-019.

However, after trying, Fu Qian found that he actually couldn’t close it.

A forced decision that must be made immediately, with no waiting?

That’s quite an attitude you have!

Fu Qian frowned slightly and directly chose the second option.

A real man fears nothing, a mere Demigod ritual wants to coerce me?

He was already at least of Fourth Phase caliber, and combined with Mythical Form, the urgency of being at Demigod Level wasn’t that great.

The next moment, the chosen orb flickered, and something that was almost weightless appeared in Fu Qian’s hand.

A bow?

Fu Qian looked down at the reward in his hand.

This was a long bow, the material of which was indiscernible and nearly transparent.

With its crystalline appearance and intricately delicate design, it was hard to believe it could actually seal the sun—an extravagant claim indeed.

Carrying his reward, Fu Qian did not hesitate and immediately walked deeper into the warehouse.

Just as expected!

Fu Qian soon combed through the area where Level 1 items were stored and never found the box labeled 1-019, further cementing his suspicions.

Although he was unsure of the specific reason, there was definitely something fishy about today’s work!

[Your work for the day is complete, thank you for your effort.]

[You’ve worked for four consecutive days. To ensure a balance between work and rest, you will enter a mandatory three-day vacation. During this period, you will not be able to log into the warehouse.]

As he pondered, the notification for the vacation had already arrived.

It seemed he had been working for four days without notice—could interest truly be the greatest motivation?

While reflecting, Fu Qian temporarily set his doubts aside and chose to leave the warehouse.

Back in his room, Fu Qian stretched lazily and weighed the long bow in his hand.

Regardless of its design or material, it was a bit conspicuous and needed to be covered up somehow.

Otherwise, should Young Master Qin and his group accidentally come across it, an accident was bound to happen.

Speaking of which, it was about time to make lunch, and the refrigerator was stocked with recently purchased ingredients.

But for Fu Qian, cooking was entirely a matter of mood; it wasn’t something he wanted to do every day.

As he hesitated between simply boiling some noodles or eating out, a sudden knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.

A census from the neighborhood committee? Surely not.

The door couldn’t block Fu Qian’s perception, and he clearly knew that it wasn’t any of Young Master Qin’s group outside, but an elderly lady.

Feeling somewhat puzzled, Fu Qian stood up, opened the door, and a gaunt, white-haired old woman stood outside.

It was Grandma Liu from downstairs; Fu Qian recognized her immediately.

This kindly aunt was in her sixties with a still-vigorous frame, and she was quite warm-hearted.

Fu Qian’s parents had had some interaction with her when they were around.

However, this upright woman had been somewhat disapproving of Fu Qian’s changed style and had not spoken much to him in a long time.

“Grandma Liu, are you looking for me for something?”

Fu Qian asked, somewhat puzzled, as the latter clutched a bunch of celery, obviously in the middle of preparing a meal.

But her expression was notably serious, and she occasionally glanced behind her as if unintentionally.

“Little Qian,”

Grandma Liu spoke in a lowered voice as she looked at Fu Qian.

“Have you gotten yourself into some kind of trouble?”

Trouble? That was hard to avoid.

Fu Qian thought to himself.

He was well aware of his own ability to draw animosity.

“Just now, there were two people, clearly up to no good, holding your photograph and asking about you.”

Before Fu Qian could respond, Grandma Liu said in a low, hurried voice.

“I didn’t tell them anything. Those two are probably still loitering outside.”

Grandma Liu cautiously peeked over her shoulder.

“I didn’t like the look of them and thought I should come up and tell you. If you’ve really gotten into some trouble, you’d better call the police right away. Don’t suffer in silence, young man.”

“I still have to cook, so I’m heading back now.”

After quickly delivering her message, Grandma Liu hurried down the stairs with small, quick steps.

It was apparent that she was a bit intimidated, yet not only had she covered for him, but she also made a point of coming upstairs to warn him—a rare kindness.

Two suspicious individuals, carrying his photograph and inquiring all around; the likelihood of it being a good thing was indeed slim.

Grandma Liu’s assessment was not off the mark.

With that thought in mind…

Recalling his recent indecisiveness, Fu Qian swiftly decided to go out for some McDonald’s.