Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2451 The Prophet is Dead (Fifty-Seven)

Although the task completion rate is still relatively high so far, the "all or nothing" effect has never been triggered.

But in the patient game just now, Fu Qian never expected to be without any risk of failure.

As long as the reward is worthwhile.

Ah-Wei is indeed mediocre, the clown does have some taste, but Ji-Feng is indeed crazy.

In a chaotic situation, the former may not necessarily have no chance at all.

Of course, at this moment, it seems that the Joker still has the better control.

Ah Wei, who treats him like a tool, is probably the one who is truly being used.

As for when it began to fall into this fate—

"Actually, I should thank you; it's a really nice gift."

The idea that failure means failure seemed very appealing to the clown, who took an exaggerated breath, stood up, and struck an elegant yet flamboyant pose.

"I've been thinking about how to get started, but I haven't been very satisfied with any of the plans I've designed. Being the mastermind behind the scenes is also quite boring."

"However, after discovering the arrival of this newcomer, I realized that being the mastermind behind the mastermind seemed quite interesting, not to mention that you even went out of your way to add decorative ribbons."

Decorative ribbons... that's a pretty apt description.

Fu Qian naturally understood that the clown was referring to his impersonation of him, which certainly added a bit of fun for the latter.

The clown's reminiscences undoubtedly confirm Ah-Wei's tragic nature.

Was it not even a case of traitors rebelling, but rather that it was discovered and planned from the very beginning?

It seems like Ah Wei invited the Joker to join the team, but actually the Joker invited him?

If true, this implies a chilling issue upon closer examination—

"Is it your ability, not his, to perceive the enlightenment others receive and then insert your own agenda into it?"

Fu Qian was full of praise.

"There's no other way. He's just too mediocre. If we don't let him believe that he has mastered some extraordinary skills, he might lack courage."

The clown clutched his chest, looking quite weary, but he had undoubtedly admitted it.

"So what was the real enlightenment that Awei received after coming here?"

That's a bit insulting, but upon closer inspection, it seems hard to refute.

If it weren't for this cheat code, Ah Wei might not have stood up in his usual style. Fu Qian was curious about his original talent for a moment.

"He was not enlightened; he simply appeared behind the door with Sophia and was naturally able to remain lucid."

The clown simply shook his head, showing no doubt about the name provided.

……

That's really mediocre.

Even Sofia is a queen, so it's Ah Wei who's losing face?
The clown's meaning is quite clear: aside from being born on that fireless, unseen hill and being able to remain conscious, Awei has no other talents.

Even with his crazy generosity and generous welfare benefits, and despite his rank being higher than that of the locals, Old Master Ji Feng still didn't favor him.

Is she really that annoying? Or is it because of the Oath-Taker?

Fu Qian sighed, realizing he understood the Joker's behavior even better.

If he hadn't shared the enlightenment he received with Awei, allowing him to experience the legendary "divine right of kings" or "chosen one," the latter would probably have truly been planning something slowly and deliberately.

The most ingenious thing is that this method of observing the whole situation and secretly guiding things happened to be in Awei's comfort zone, which was no different from what she did before coming here.

In the end, they hit it off immediately, and the results were surprisingly good. The person involved even dubbed himself the Angel of Death.

It's starting to seem like the truth is coming out.

However, this means that the clown can freely share such things without being noticed, which implies that his perception of this place is likely even stronger than what Awei has shown.

Is this the true chosen one of the planes?
"I understand, but you certainly don't look like a demigod?"

Fu Qian looked the clown up and down, confirming that the data feedback from his eye radar was accurate.

The fact that the chosen one of the planes is only at the mid-level is quite a surprising contrast. "Is it necessary? What's the use? Won't it make it harder for him to be the mastermind behind the scenes?"

The clown laughed enthusiastically, gestured towards Ah Wei, and casually asked three questions.

……

Reasonable and well-founded.

Fu Qian initially agreed with this.

What's the use of a high rank? This might sound a bit Versailles in other contexts, but it's perfectly fine to say it here.

Who is the Angel of Death? He is inherently suspicious and secretly cultivates the Dao, and he has just suffered a great loss because he was not skilled enough.

As teammates, a demigod is far less reliable than a mid-level transcendent who can be killed with a single finger.

If the Joker were to go for the "interview" as a demigod, it would inevitably arouse even more suspicion.

Including subsequent actions, there will certainly be more precautions.

This is only a relatively mild situation. If the original demigod were discovered to be disguised as a mid-level being, the situation would be much more serious, and an anti-traitor squad might have to be deployed.

"If he had done something different, like throwing a rock instead of trying to annihilate the mind, I might have been killed."

He pulled out a dagger from somewhere and gestured with it on his face as he spoke, seemingly already imagining the scene.

So it really is just mid-level?
While controlling the overall situation, he could also be crushed by the puppets he controls at any moment. The previous assessment was correct; the Joker certainly has a good taste when it comes to causing trouble.

But it's entirely conceivable that the corresponding enjoyment and rewards will also multiply.

Such a scheme is akin to a game-changer for the Angels of Death.

Given Ah-Wei's limited perspective, he is completely incapable of empathizing with such madness.

No matter how many times he tested the waters, the fact that he was not a demigod was enough to dispel his concerns.

Gee...

Fu Qian's gaze fell on the stiff mummy, feeling the sorrow of fate.

Without even glancing at it twice, it passed Ah-wei the next moment, seemingly gazing into the infinite distance.

So Ji Feng really seems to have gone mad.

It was the clown, not Ah Wei, who caused the trouble; the underlying meaning is actually much more serious.

That means the two people he sent in weren't even key figures; Ji Feng had already developed this self-destructive tendency almost immediately after the last mission was completed.

So much so that a character like the Joker quickly returns from the darkness, ready to disrupt the mental balance He Himself had just helped establish.

why?
If the Mother of the Gospel is no longer the key, then what is troubling Him?
If this is not a problem, but a process of self-purification, a way of separating the true from the false, why would the warehouse want to stop it?
So how are you feeling now?

While pondering, he didn't forget to consider the clown's feelings before giving his money.

"not too good."

Despite his seemingly successful plan, he made no attempt to hide his disappointment.

“I originally thought that as I got closer and closer to ‘His’ will, I would be able to uncover the mystery more grandly and know everything.”

"It's a pity that although the carriage seems to be gone, it still seems to be there, and everything is quickly becoming boring—so how do you feel?"

Even though he was in a bad mood, the clown still politely asked back.

"Not bad, considering I still have five counts left before I fail."

However, he was very optimistic before the payment.

"Hehe... I have to say, your arrival has added a lot to the whole plan."

"How about we make a bet on the remaining five numbers?"

The clown seemed to be infected for a moment, and gave Fu Qian a deep look.

“I want to play a game with you, Green Ballard.”

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