Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2225 The King of Crusade (Part 10)
A boon for obsessive-compulsive disorder sufferers.

Although the scene was intriguing, Fu Qian still gave a fair review after the first cut.

As if having exhausted its last bit of value to complete its offering, the shriveled flesh was already honeycomb-like.

The withered, wood-like color and the blood vessels and veins buried beneath it created a stark contrast, almost giving one the urge to tear the scab off the skin.

And male white-collar workers are indeed doing just that.

With each slice and piece, all his previous hesitation vanished, and he focused all his energy on the action at hand.

You can even clearly see that his hands are trembling slightly.

It wasn't nervousness, but excitement.

As someone with strong empathy, Fu Qian made a judgment easily.

It is clear that both male and female white-collar workers are being burned by the impulse to tear off the scabs described earlier, and their bodies and minds are gradually losing control.

The advantage is that the loss of control doesn't turn you into a madman, but rather it's like involuntarily prostrating yourself before a miracle.

As for the person being received, not only did he not show any pain on his face, but his posture was a perfect match for that of male and female white-collar workers.

As I stood up straight, a sense of ecstasy almost washed over me, as if I were being cleansed of all grime and touched by divine grace.

The joy of being freed from constraints was so intense that you could see the two hands hanging down slightly bent, as if they couldn't wait to tear them off themselves.

Although this impulse was firmly suppressed by the female office worker who was there to help.

They seem very well prepared.

Fu Qian watched with great interest as they displayed their perfect teamwork.

While offering his praise, he also didn't neglect his old friends and continued to pay attention to them.

The changes are ongoing.

The shape of the leech is already very obvious on the back of the hand.

The skin wasn't torn, so it looked like it had burrowed underneath.

After this period of time, the burlap doll did not make any new moves, but it also did not seem to cancel the curse. It continued to output negative effects steadily, helping itself to get closer to the "Lone King".

Flourishing and prosperous, nothing could be more so.

Before doing anything, Fu Qian quietly savored the vibrant energy that almost overflowed from the place where his dream began.

……

"Why--"

Unfortunately, the peaceful atmosphere was short-lived. Less than a minute later, a hysterical growl swept across the surroundings.

It wasn't that the one who was sitting finally felt pain and tried to struggle to get up.

On the contrary, it was the one who shouted that who was holding him down.

So much so that the newlyweds, who were in the throes of euphoria, were forced to open their eyes at that moment, their faces frozen in a state of blissful displeasure.

Honestly, from this perspective, there was nothing unusual about the female office worker, but that scream was truly horrific.

As for why she reacted this way, Fu Qian thought he could make some guesses—the female office worker's gaze was fixed on the person performing the surgery.

The latter, who had been in control of the situation, had now stopped what he was doing.

It was clear that there was still a little bit left to finish, so much so that the newcomer looked as if he was wearing a stand-up collar shirt, but the hand holding the knife seemed frozen, with no intention of bringing it down.

"Why--"

After a few breaths, the male office worker repeated the same lines and tone.

Why is there no divine grace?

……

Divine grace?

What's reassuring is that, despite his unstable emotions, he did say something of substance.

The male office worker's final bewilderment is actually quite understandable, helping people to comprehend why such a sudden change occurred.

The female office worker's shock was clearly partly due to him. And the reason he stopped moving was because he didn't see the divine grace.

As for what "divine grace" is—

Fu Qian's gaze fell on the newlyweds' neck.

Clean and pink, like a crab that has just shed its shell.

We had considered earlier whether this was the normal appearance after molting, but it seems that it is not.

Judging from the reactions of male and female white-collar workers, even if it's freshly peeled, there should probably be white marks attached to it.

Just like the blood-red light within a leech, it is also a manifestation of the king's favor.

The team's philosophy is to discover this within themselves, discard useless burdens, and thus get closer to it.

The line of thought is not difficult to understand.

Even for those who have already paid, it's somewhat understandable what went wrong.

"Desecrating God's grace—"

In the comments section, the male office worker seemed to have found the answer as well.

The next moment, he suddenly turned his head and stared intently at them.

Even the eyes, which were originally darting around, no longer wandered aimlessly; they seemed to bulge out, stained with a bloody red.

……

That's right, it must have been some petty scoundrels who caused me to lose the King's favor.

Fu Qian said he was not surprised at all by such a reaction.

When it comes to things like the grace of faith, it's perfectly normal to look for someone outside oneself to be responsible once the faith fails.

After all, this kind of thing can't be quantified. How could there be a problem with my faith? Who dares to question the extent of my piety?
Even I don't dare to.

Ultimately, in this situation, anything can become a scapegoat—even though this time, you might actually be the one responsible.

What Fu Qian just understood was not only why male white-collar workers reacted this way, but also the more fundamental question: why is there no "divine grace"?

It's so simple. If it can help you feel more favor, why can't it weaken others'?

Don't underestimate the flexibility of Lord Needle Witch's behind-the-scenes manipulation.

Furthermore, while acknowledging this, Fu Qian was even filled with a sense of relief.

Did he finally lose his temper?

……

Of course, it's directed at myself.

Although I don't think there were too many factors involved in the trio coming to this place.

However, in Fu Qian's view, this subsequent unusual change could not have escaped the influence of Lord Zhenwu's manipulation.

The moment you sit down in front, a subtle competition begins.

Just as it was said at the time, the curse imposed on them was still an open conspiracy for the Needle Witch and the possible Night Keepers behind her.

Either they can't keep up the act and expose the fact that they're just bluffing.

Either remain unmoved and become their tool to manipulate the Lone King.

This stalemate was clearly disrupted after the trio chose this location as the place to receive the gift.

Although the male white-collar worker wisely decided to play dumb and simply ignore his own existence, the acupuncturist clearly didn't want to let go of such a good external resource.

For believers in this fanatical state of mind, it is all too easy to induce them.

With just a little manipulation, conflict could erupt at any moment, and no matter how one responds afterward, more information will be exposed—but it was Lord Needle Witch who exposed it first.

The first to act is the first to act, regardless of the reason.

(End of this chapter)