Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2220 The King of Crusade (Part 5)
Attendance card?

He naturally wouldn't refuse, reaching out to take it while expressing curiosity about his newfound possession.

It's no wonder people had this thought; on the one hand, the female gatekeeper's tone was so vivid, and on the other hand, the shape of the things she was holding was also similar.

Bright yellow, rectangular, and a thin, semi-transparent sheet.

It's only about half the size of a palm, and it looks very familiar at first glance.

Although there was neither information nor photos, it was instead filled with crisscrossing imprints.

Furthermore, the imprint is located inside, and the surface still feels smooth and warm to the touch.

"It will guide you through the illusions and lead you to the great court."

While he was examining the items, the male doorman gave a timely and solemn introduction.

So how do you use it?

Before paying, he continued to express his curiosity.

"Hold it in your hand and let it be fully moistened by the cut."

The other party continued to share patiently.

"so?"

Before the words were even finished, the payment was already being processed.

There was no question about how to create a wound. The most unlike office supplies card is its razor-sharp edge.

For a normal person, even a slight grip will cause a wound to appear.

"Very well, hold on."

The two gatekeepers seemed quite satisfied with this decisive action.

"I know it will be very painful, but please believe me, it will soon transform into a pleasure you never imagined... something you once craved and pursued in your unknowable dreams..."

The female gatekeeper, while showering her with praise, even recited the scriptures with dramatic intonation.

Is it a craving for something... a thirst for killing?

Fu Qian didn't mind at all, and even actually tried to understand what the other party was saying.

Whether it's the questions asked during the "interview" or the way the eliminated candidates were handled, this feeling seems to be evident.

Beneath the two gatekeepers' serious exteriors lies a kind of urge that is constantly building up and ready to be released every second.

It's a pity that, despite the blood on my hands, I just couldn't muster any interest in that kind of brutal destruction.

There was definitely pain.

Fu Qian's gaze fell on the card that was soaked in blood. The marks inside seemed to be some kind of transcendent channel, allowing the blood to flow in even before the blood had entered.

So much so that even though it was an inanimate object, it seemed as if one could still sense that the card was trembling.

That's right, the pain doesn't come from the bleeding wound, but from the weapon that cuts open the wound.

……

Perhaps I've put too much pressure on myself?

The description of trembling is not just a rhetorical device; at that moment, Fu Qian could indeed feel that this obviously extraordinary card might disintegrate into pieces at any moment.

It's not that it's too fragile, after all, it's leading itself "through the maze".

Don't forget that even a powerful warehouse still faces significant pressure when synchronizing tasks for itself, feeling like it's falling short of expectations.

Of course, this is easy to handle.

There was no harsh criticism; in fact, before paying, the person proactively looked for the reasons within themselves and was already addressing the issue simultaneously.

Of course, this thing can't actually be allowed to shatter. If Lord Ariel, whom we're looking for, has already "pierced through the illusion," then it means that synchronizing at least one second-tier rank shouldn't be a problem. While pondering this, he used his newly acquired adjustment skills to rapidly reduce his own rank—and indeed it did.

At one point, the trembling of the card in my hand subsided, and the slide stopped, remaining at around the second level.

In some ways, it is even more resilient than the previous memoirs.

I also gave a positive review at the same time as the payment.

Based on the feedback just now, adjusting the rank a little higher shouldn't be a big problem.

It can be said that its carrying capacity is even higher than that of the second-order limited death memoir.

This is both good and bad news. The good thing is that there's no need to worry about excessive limitations on actions after the illusion is broken.

As for the downside, the specifics are unclear, but the probability of encountering skilled opponents is clearly higher inside.

As I silently commented, the scene before me suddenly blurred, and the two gatekeepers vanished.

"Come and pay homage to me..."

Only the final harmonies echoed.

……

"I am the King?"

Although brief and the words are somewhat abstract, it must be said that the last sentence conveys a very meaningful message.

Is it simply the name of the contained object?
Fu Qian naturally recalled the introduction to this mission, as well as the striking blood-red phantom in the warehouse.

So is it really a certain "king"? After all, the word "pay homage" was used.

From this perspective, it does make sense.

If even those conducting interviews on the periphery have such a bloodthirsty desire, then the person they are to meet must be even more gruesome.

Even the mission strategy seemed much clearer at once—Brother Ariel came here and even disguised himself, could it be that he also came to pay his respects?
If that's the case, wouldn't it mean that as long as you wait by the "Lone King's" side, Ariel will come to you on his own?
This also raises the next question: where should I go to see the King?
Fu Qian looked up and around, recalling the route he had just explored.

Yes, the scene before my eyes has become clear again.

Although it was no longer the interview venue, standing at a street corner, it was still easy to recognize that the surrounding buildings shared a similar architectural style.

……

Does "penetrating the illusion" actually mean arriving at another level of the same place?
If that's the case, then my earlier assumption that other groups are conducting simultaneous interviews in a time-space overlap manner seems quite plausible.

Fu Qian raised his palm to himself, only to find that the special card had disappeared, replaced by crisscrossing marks imprinted on his palm, bright red in color.

That's reasonable; attendance cards should indeed be strictly linked.

The reason why we judged this place to be on another level based on the same architectural style, rather than being teleported to the previous location, is simple—there are people there.

In that short moment, Fu Qian confirmed that someone had noticed him.

Although there might not be much goodwill in their eyes, the sheer liveliness of the place was completely different from the dead city I had seen before.

"The time has not yet come—"

With a crisp ringing of a bell, a melodious voice rang out in front of us the next moment.

It was one of the first eyes to look at me, even though I had to look down when I looked back.

Indeed, with one hand ringing a bell and the other on his chest, he was an unusually short figure.

But he shouldn't be a dwarf, because his face and voice were just as childlike.

At the same time, his dark eyes held a compassion that shouldn't belong to someone his age, and an indifference that, despite being contradictory, felt perfectly natural.

Oh?
The indifference was immediately apparent; just as Fu Qian was about to ask when the time would arrive, the other party had already left.