Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2516 Land of the Living Dead
With only half an hour left, this second storm was clearly shorter than the first.

However, considering the receptionist's confidence, Fu Qian believed that the contents of the file were relatively reliable.

And once it ends, just like the thoughts I had when talking to Serana earlier, it's very likely that I won't be able to find a way to get back in in a short period of time.

Given this situation, it is undoubtedly necessary to carefully plan how to utilize the remaining time.

Although theoretically, this harvest can be considered a great success.

Not only did they find Moore in the storm, but they also proved that this place was indeed related to the Lord of Death.

Even the greedy insects found some answers to the significance of the return of the Death Lord.

As for the minor friction between Yasui and the Sirens, and the connection between Serana and Lord Sorendir, I also took the opportunity to learn a little about it.

The only problem is perhaps the original purpose of this return: there doesn't seem to be much content related to the Ash Sea.

There was no trace of the academy's predecessors; the storm was confined to Moore and the surrounding seas.

Even Lord Sorentil's plan was limited to the pursuit of Stormmore, which seemed to be two separate events.

Even so, it's definitely worth the trip.

Theoretically, with the remaining time, he could have stayed in that office and observed the information that Lord Sorrendir had brought to him—but that wasn't enough.

Have you forgotten the dean's instructions before you left?
After years of painstaking research, is it really true that the Wise Dead and the Ash Sea have no connection?
Although time was tight, Fu Qian believed he still had a chance to verify it again.

As for why he is so confident?

Simply put, on a sunny day, Moore himself visited that office, the top floor of that building.

And taking advantage of the good view, I had a good look down on the city.

One of the most obvious conclusions drawn is that the office is not the highest point in the city; the top of Moore is elsewhere, less than half an hour away by car—that's it.

At one point, Fu stopped and looked at the enormous thing in front of him.

……

It's a very modern building, even more innovative in style than the security escort agency's office, and its atmosphere is incomparable to that of a slaughterhouse.

It is precisely this, coupled with the unique sense of decay of the Realm of the Dead, that creates a contrast that almost makes one feel a sexual gender dysphoria.

Perhaps to avoid negative reviews of it being bulky and crude, the designer carefully added elements with urban characteristics.

Specifically, at the very top, an extra section of lighthouse-shaped spire extends out.

It must be said that it is indeed a great place to look out; as the saying goes, the higher you stand, the farther you can see.

So much so that when Fu Qian climbed the steps, it felt as if he were climbing a single eye at the tip of an antenna—or perhaps it was a single eye at the tip of an antenna?

That's right, that's the significance of searching for the highest peak of Moore.

Perception may be limited, but imagination is limitless.

When I left the escort agency office just now, besides the gains mentioned earlier, there was another thought that I had at the beginning that was vaguely confirmed—could Moore in the storm be alive?
At first glance, it seems like a redundant question, since from the beginning, the attempt has been to prove that this place, compared to the Bone Spirit Realm, is a living realm of the dead.

But this kind of living is not the same as that kind of living. What I said before is exactly what it means. Could the Moore in front of us be a giant beast?
It might sound too abstract, and aside from playing mind games, it doesn't seem to offer any real solution to the current problem.

But we should learn from the past to guide the future; I have indeed seen similar things before.

Miracle creature.

……

Compared to the corrupting sword heart, or the bewilderment that only exists in the dreams of those over 59, "Storm Moore" is still quite straightforward.

The reason for this association is actually due to a similar characteristic—Storm Mole only exists during storms.

Isn't this a state of existence that highly relies on abstract concepts?
In short, after the "old man" mentioned this point, Fu Qian naturally began to imagine himself walking inside a colossal object. High-rise buildings and old houses formed the skeleton, and crisscrossing paths formed the veins, crawling along the seaside in an unusual way.

There's even metabolism.

A reflection that is completely different from the outside world, yet constantly being updated.

This overly flexible process proceeded in a very coordinated manner as a whole, without showing any signs of collapse due to conflicts between parts. This alone makes it feel very alive.

Even when faced with an uninvited guest like himself, he reacted very quickly.

For example, that "wise deceased".

If it's not purely a coincidence, could it be interpreted as the city's welcoming ceremony for itself?

Even relatively friendly.

Although the old man was somewhat tentative, he was remarkably generous when it came to sharing information.

Of course, in return, I played the role of a friendly outsider.

For example, she didn't cut in line like Lady Serana, thus disrupting the peace and harmony here.

As for the behavior of the greedy men after they arrived at the escort agency's office, that's one thing, but the accident reports made everything even more vivid, especially the one from the receptionist at the end.

An accurate weather forecast can be delivered to reality even before a storm arrives.

Is this a predictive ability, or a description of Storm Mole's biological clock?

Could this natural disaster, which swept only through Moore and the surrounding seas, be the sound of a slumbering beast?
In short, everything is becoming more and more vivid.

As for how to utilize this imagination? Of course, it's about being realistic.

Fu Qian had recalled the outline of the entire Moore over and over again, and concluded that it did not resemble any crawling monster at all, and its vital organs such as the brain and heart were impossible to categorize.

Given that, he decisively chose the highest point.

Yes, that's the simple and straightforward reason.

The higher you stand, the farther you can see. Could the concept of the highest point in Moore make this place the eye of a behemoth?

In short, since the information available so far is insufficient to make a more complex judgment, why not simplify the problem?

Let's wait and see—

"What are you trying to do? There's no one here anymore."

However, just as he squeezed into the building through the now-stopped revolving door, Fu Qian was immediately stopped by a voice.

"It's still early, isn't it?"

He showed no dissatisfaction; in fact, he stopped and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Wow...

First came a series of key-clattering sounds, then a burly figure slowly sat up from the shadows, looking as if he were slacking off during his night shift.

"That's just how Moore is... as long as it looks late, it's late."

The opening gesture sounded surprisingly familiar; Fu Qian indicated that he had heard the same words at least three times.

"You're not a local, are you?"

The other party was clearly also observing this side, although they still didn't stand up.

"That's not true... are you?"

Fu Qian nodded.