Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2395 The Prophet is Dead (Part 1)

Is it really that exaggerated? It hasn't been that long since the last operation to save Logan.

The scene before my eyes flashed during the mission introduction, and I was already filled with many emotions before I even finished writing.

Given that the mission description explicitly mentions the Hill of the Unseen and also mentions an old friend, the location seems to be fairly certain.

The first question we need to consider is why the warm bed turned gray.

Honestly, based on what we've learned so far, this dimension, described by the warehouse as "incredible," should have pretty good stability.

Prophets, destiny... the tedium of these things is even unbearable for some demigods and superhumans.

It was explicitly confirmed at the time that no matter what fate the characters experienced, they would eventually be reborn in a cycle.

It looks like a very closed system, and it's hard to imagine that such a huge change could happen in such a short time.

However, since there is no answer to this question for the time being, let's try something simpler: what does it look like when it turns gray? — Where does it turn gray?
As my thoughts raced, the scene before me became clear.

Although the lighting wasn't great, Fu Qian said it still looked somewhat familiar.

Beautifully decorated, but empty and even wobbly, though the soft cushions underneath cushioned it well...

carriage?

It's easy to tell what kind of space you're sitting in right now.

The key point is that I remember it very clearly before I went there, and the starting point was exactly the same in the mission to visit the Unseen Hill for the first time.

Classic urban transportation, all operated by one person... even the exquisite interiors at first glance seem to be no different from each other.

……

Where is it gray? It's perfectly fine, isn't it?

Not only was the start of the journey familiar, but even amidst the rhythmic bumps, Fu Qian didn't need to draw back the curtains to look outside to know that the carriage was moving smoothly.

It might be a bit quieter now, but considering the lighting is clearly nighttime, it seems reasonable.

This makes the way the mission description is presented even more intriguing.

Besides, even in dim light, Fu Qian could still clearly see his current appearance from a polished ashtray opposite him.

Even her hairstyle and facial features remain the same as they were back then.

The increasingly stingy warehouse not only went to great lengths to help sculpt the character's face this time, but also with an extremely nostalgic style.

Fu Qian believed that if he went out for a walk with this face, his old friends would definitely recognize him.

The problem here is that reminiscing with old friends may not be very friendly, even though he was once hailed as a savior.

Recalling what he had done here last time, Fu Qian shook his head inwardly.

When old friends meet, there's no need to make it so bloody.

With these feelings in mind, his face was rapidly stretching and distorting.

As an expert in flesh and blood, transformation is always his forte, even after mechanical ascension.

However, this time it seems to have been stretched a bit too much; in just a second, the shape already looks somewhat anthropomorphic.

It's not that there's a problem with control; Fu Qian shows no intention of making any adjustments and instead allows this extravagance to escalate.

Finally, without a sound, a fierce and solemn face appeared there.

Even careful observation reveals that it is a tightly fitting mask with a clear boundary between it and the area below.

That's right, the Great Fortune King.

What Fu Qian did was simple: instead of changing his face as usual, he directly generated a mask and hung it there semi-permanently.

Although the design is quite striking, it complements the lively atmosphere of Unseen Hill.

As for the purpose, it wasn't to be heartless or to insist on pretending not to recognize an old friend.

It is widely acknowledged that nothing is more impactful than the face revealed after the mask is removed.

Walking around in this outfit now feels like a better way to deal with the worries from before. If you have a grudge, wear it to avoid excessive stimulation.

Take it off when you encounter someone with a lower level of hatred; the contrast makes it easier to reminisce.

Simply perfect.

Looking at his own appearance from left to right, Fu Qian was very satisfied with the idea.

Furthermore, according to the plot development, the rooftop billboard should be making its dazzling appearance by now, right?
……

Indeed, it is difficult to meet again.

The dazzling debut of the forefinger was naturally the experience of a foreign object falling from the sky and cutting the carriage in half.

He experienced it more than once back then.

Unfortunately, even though it was clearly past the allotted time, the open-plan renovation and the clown's hearty laughter never materialized.

That abstract contestant, who was full of dissatisfaction with fate, did not appear this time.

There was no obstruction from the demigod hunting team, and the carriage continued to move smoothly.

Has time really changed?

As time passed by with mixed feelings, Fu Qian fully demonstrated the patience of a professional.

Without making a grand entrance or revealing any mission objectives, he didn't even pull back the curtain to observe, letting the carriage carry him forward.

But it wasn't all for naught. On one hand, the route of the carriage kept coming to mind, and on the other hand, the route of the carriage behind was the same.

Indeed, the rolling of the wheels is even a harmony.

From the beginning until now, there has always been another carriage following behind.

Regardless of the speed of their journey or the direction they turn, they perfectly exemplify what it means to follow closely and maintain the same distance.

Has the transportation pressure increased so much in just a few days? Do we need to double the capacity?
The key point is that there don't seem to be any passengers here.

Amid concerns about wasting resources, Fu Qian finally raised his hand and pulled back the curtain beside him.

Because the car stopped.

……

In the contest of patience, they seem to have gained a slight advantage.

Although at first glance it seems to be just a pure accident.

The carriage stopped moving forward, but it wasn't completely still; it was swaying back and forth, and the carriage even tilted to one side.

Looking out from here, you can see that the reason is that the wheels got stuck in the mud.

Although the depth was limited, the black mud seemed particularly viscous, leaving the two horses pulling the cart quite exhausted.

Fortunately, the car behind also stopped immediately, preventing a rear-end collision.

Even though the road was wide enough, it didn't seem to want to go around it; it was as if it was automatically following.

This is not just a random analogy; you can actually see a carriage there, and its design is quite similar.

Besides that, the most eye-catching thing was that the driver's seat was empty.

interesting.

Before paying, he pulled open the curtain on the other side.

It turns out that no self-driving technology was developed; the driver of the vehicle was sitting there perfectly fine.

Although he was a bit too calm, he remained completely still and didn't react at all to the commotion in front of him.

And in the dark night, a wisp of black, the same as under the wheels, slowly seeped out from one ear.

Sorry for the lateness today, I'll update first and then revise later.