Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2515 Report on Mislabeled Time

Isn't that too restrained? Did Death not know about the warehouse's existence?

After marveling at the mysteries of the gods' power, Fu Qian immediately launched into a rant.

To be fair, this method of using people as tools is quite ingenious, especially in terms of its secrecy.

Without a name, without a emblem, without a form, Laurie and his companions had no idea what they were serving.

In short, at first glance it is nothing more than a carrion worm born of greed. Who would have thought that it would grow to a certain size and transform into a dragon?
But now that there's a warehouse here, these things look beautiful.

Unless the warehouse is completely destroyed, or a backdoor is opened for the Death Lord, trying to steal a win this way is simply too naive.

Any demigod senior, as long as they find the person under the guidance of the mission, could shatter these soul chains with a single punch, right?

Or is there more than one such chain?
For example, right now, in bookstores all over the world, greedy creatures of varying lengths are growing.

One of the ways insects demonstrate their tenacious vitality is by their large numbers and fearlessness in the face of death.

To be honest, even so, it's still not enough under the unreasonable surveillance of the warehouse.

In short, it seems rather foolish and naive of the Death Lord to choose to leave such a backup plan knowing that the warehouse exists.

Speaking of my mission back then, I actually received a special reward from an April Fool's idol.

"It was a pleasure working with you. Farewell."

Finding it quite amusing, he immediately bid farewell to Serana.

……

They just left like that? It really wasn't some kind of summoning ritual?
Serana, who had been pondering the various reasons, was somewhat stunned by this sudden change.

Upon closer examination, however, it turns out there's actually nothing wrong with it.

It was originally a temporary cooperation under coercion, but as things progressed, it appeared more harmonious on the surface.

Now that everyone is a demigod, the most fundamental basis for cooperation no longer exists. Whether or not to act together seems to be based solely on considerations of cooperation interests.

After careful consideration, the other party decided that the expected returns were too low to be attractive, or that the current returns were already sufficient, and promptly withdrew their investment.

Makes sense...

However, putting myself in Serana's shoes, I felt somewhat lost.

What should I do next? How do I solve my problems? If I want to force the other person to help, are there any other ways?
"It's a pleasure doing business with you... But I think I just heard you say that you don't mind seeing Sorendir?"

After a slight hesitation, Serana seemed to vaguely recall the legendary method of provocation.

"Yes, so even though he'll be here soon, I'm not interested in staying here to wait. Do you?"

Fu Qian had even reached the door by now, but seemingly considering their collaboration, he decided to respond.

Having a clear reason and evidence, not only is it indifferent to bumping into someone, but one also doesn't feel any loss for missing out; it's practically the highest level of passive-aggressive behavior.

The final question posed before the payment seemed to be a difficult one for Serana to answer.

If they collide in this situation, the situation will undoubtedly become very intense.

But if we don't start with this clue, what can we do next?
We have indeed gained something, learning some incredible secrets about the Lord of Death, but we don't seem to have any clear guidance on how to escape from here.

"Time seems to be running out, you'd better make a decision quickly."

The timely reminders before payment undoubtedly exacerbated this anxiety.

"...What are you holding in your hand?"

At first glance, it sounded somewhat malicious and sarcastic, but Serana seemed to quickly realize that it wasn't that simple. As she responded, her attention was clearly focused on Fu Qian's hand.

The mysterious demigod paused at the front desk, seemingly restless, and began rummaging through documents. He eventually pulled out a file and began examining it. "An incident report, but it seems the time is wrong."

Although they were no longer accomplices, Fu Qian still remembered their past relationship and answered casually.

……

A time stamp error? Isn't it normal for reports to have these kinds of problems?

Serana fell silent again, seemingly unable to understand why this point had to be emphasized.

"Judging from the content that wasn't blacked out, it seems there was one casualty, but the accident wasn't serious..."

Fu Qian continued flipping through the pages while talking to himself.

"What's wrong?"

Finally, unable to listen any longer, Serana got straight to the point.

"Because the time is today, it even mentions the severe weather and raging storms."

Fu Qian had already finished browsing the report, casually tossed it aside, and finally left, leaving only his back and voice behind.

"According to the description inside, the storm should end within half an hour."

……

Once she was downstairs leaving, Lady Serana made no attempt to stop her, nor did she follow her down.

The claim that time is limited is indeed based on the content of the report.

The preceding descriptions are all true; it appears to be a report written in advance.

This is where the importance of information gathering becomes apparent.

If Lady Serana has the patience, she could certainly read through all the reports.

But because she lacked the experience of actually walking into this office, she would never have guessed that the person sitting there was actually another female receptionist.

What's even more unexpected is that the receptionist projected her image here in this way, and how she could predict storms.

That's right, the only deceased person in that report was a woman.

The receptionist's confidence didn't seem blind; she likely had the ability to predict the weather because of the projection in the Realm of the Dead.

Amazing... Even the strangest things always have an explanation.

Even if Lady Serana isn't stupid, she should soon realize that this information would be a good bargaining chip when dealing with Sorendir.

……

His Excellency Sorendil arrived very quickly.

Returning to the same secluded spot once again and looking up, one can see three lovebirds still soaring in the sky.

However, something unusual still happened: the wind that surrounded the entire building seemed to freeze at that moment—as did the rain.

Instead of falling freely when the wind stopped, the distinct raindrops remained suspended in mid-air.

The interplay of light and shadow on the bird's body creates a truly unique visual experience, reminiscent of the unusual sun guns I saw while hitchhiking.

In short, what follows should be a historic meeting between two demigods, and hopefully Lady Serana will gain something from it.

As for what to do in the next half hour if I give up on this clue?

In such a short time, is there anything more worthwhile to experience? Of course there is.

The outline of the entire Moore quickly appeared in his mind. At one moment, Fu Qian's figure was carried by the wind and headed towards a place he had never been before.