Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2442 The Prophet is Dead (Forty-Eight)

"That's true, but does he really have that much say? I thought it was a team decision-making process."

His expression was so honest and natural that the clown who occupied Yuan Fang's recliner at that moment actually had a bit of the feel of a dark prophet.

Fu Qian didn't question his statement, and sat there chatting leisurely, even opening his helmet again, almost as if he was about to grab a handful of sunflower seeds.

"At least from the perspective of the Angels of Death, this is more efficient, for example, when they are secretly guiding their actions."

Another bombshell: the Joker clearly wasn't interested in teamwork, but after gesturing with his chin toward the Lord, he continued to utter astonishing remarks.

So it really is a core team in charge, remotely controlling peripheral members to act as cannon fodder?
The speculation about the lords' fate was confirmed, and Fu Qian nodded slightly.

"I understand. That's why the Black Doctor knows the title 'Angel of Death,' but guidance and enlightenment shouldn't be the same concept, right?"

As the first player to provide information about the Angel of Death, how could Fu Qian forget the lurking figure in the lake?

"Of course, the Angel of Death can only sense who the lucky ones are, slip a little something in, and guide them to work in the direction they want."

Completely lacking any concept of confidentiality, the clown throws out confidential information about his superiors as if it were free.

"For example, opening that door."

He clicked his tongue and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the gossip.

If the clown's words are true, then it seems that the will of Lord Awei can be tried to be summarized in all the actions of the demigods.

For example, the Gate of Freedom, which affects the entire ecology of the Unseen Hill.

Then there's the "Eternal Night" plan, which has already been clearly explained.

As expected, the strong never complain about their environment. After being sent here, that person seemed to have quite a bit of ambition.

"That's a good idea, except it cost me a door."

His tone was somewhat disdainful, and at that moment the clown even glanced back, admiring the deathly silence behind him.

"Is the door yours? Based on my understanding of those two, they should lack this kind of creativity."

I received another surprising piece of information, and at that moment, I still felt that what I was paying for was reasonable.

To conceive of using the prophet's disappearance to pull off such a scheme, and to actually achieve such a good effect, requires a certain level of sociological expertise.

Regardless of rank, in his opinion, the Joker was far superior in this respect.

Also, don't forget that there are some props with a similar style right in front of you.

His gaze fell on the cloth bag and the duck in the water. Fu Qian remained sitting steadily, seemingly without any concern for the box under his bottom.

……

"Of course, the black doctor just 'mistakenly' thought it was his own idea."

Green Ballard's reaction clearly amused the Joker.

"You're absolutely right, he really is too mediocre."

Without concealing his aroused interest, he unceremoniously scorned the fallen demigod.

"Mediocrity is not terrible, but being complacent is a disaster."

Fu Qian, adopting an attitude of great minds thinking alike, shook his head and sighed.

"However, this raises a question for me: if guidance can achieve this level, why would Your Excellency the Angel of Death need to assemble this core team, instead of remaining someone's behind-the-scenes mastermind?"

Then, in a sudden shift in tone, Fu Qian seemed to have found some inconsistencies.

"Hiss... Could it be that I'm harder to guide?"

The question seemed rather pointed, and the clown took a rather dramatic breath, unusually responding to the question with a question.

“That is indeed a factor to consider.” Fu Qian seemed to be deep in thought, and we continued to reason according to his explanation.

"It's obviously difficult to lure someone like you with benefits. High-level talents still need to be won over with ideas. It seems that the 'eternal night' that the Angel of Death wants to achieve is something you would be happy to see."

Completely oblivious to the issue of the Joker's rank, he placed him ahead of the Black Doctor and others while simultaneously demonstrating his management expertise.

This is not an exaggeration, but for any organizer, a character like the Joker is very difficult to deal with. He is invincible because he has no desires, and he doesn't even seem interested in becoming a demigod.

Fortunately, the Joker is not without desires; his madness and destructiveness are almost overflowing.

Once you understand this, the Angel of Death doesn't even need to persuade you with promises of benefits; just paint a picture of a sufficiently entertaining future.

"Eternal Night? Heh... Haha, it's certainly more interesting than before."

The clown cooperated by letting out a series of neurotic laughs, though his gaze as he looked around wasn't exactly one of rapture.

So you agree with this statement?

The next moment, he magically produced another microphone and held it directly to Fu Qian's mouth, making a final confirmation in the tone of an intellectual quiz host.

Bang!Bang!
Although the contestant didn't seem nervous at all, Fu Qian even reached out and patted the microphone.

This thing actually has electricity.

"of course not."

Nodding in satisfaction, Fu Qian even leaned closer a moment later to give his final decision.

"It's one reason, but in my opinion, it's not enough."

……

Oh?
The clown looked very surprised at that moment, almost hugging the microphone to his chest.

Of course, it's also possible that the tinnitus was caused by the loud noise.

"So, in your opinion, the truly sufficient reason is—"

However, being a contestant who dared to step onto the microphone, he quickly adjusted his posture and handed the microphone back, demonstrating his ability to control the stage.

Even as he excitedly pressed on with his questions, his face was turned toward the center of the lake, as if there were a group of invisible spectators there.

"He's afraid of dying."

And Fu Qian lived up to expectations, providing an even more energetic answer.

……

"Ah, ha... haha..."

The sound resounded throughout the fields, yet at that moment there was a suffocating silence.

Until the clown's uncontrollable maniacal laughter erupted and continued unabated, almost burning the microphone.

The fact that the Angel of Death is afraid of death, a rather contrasting answer, ultimately made a stage accident inevitable, and even the Joker seemed to want to jump into the lake for a bath.

"Correct answer!"

However, he ultimately upheld his duty and announced the answer firmly beforehand.

"Yes, he's afraid of death and needs someone to step in for him when necessary—like wasting your time here to give his grand plan a chance."

Not only that, the Joker even explained the answer in more detail, and in the process, he successfully revealed his true purpose for waiting there.

"I know, but how can you call it a waste of time?"

Unexpectedly, the contestant didn't care at all. Fu Qian remained seated and even earnestly corrected his statement.

"Let's talk about that crying again."