Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2568 The Beginning is the End
A heavy sword has a sharp edge.

The third murder weapon, which helped skip the decision-making dilemma and was directly handed over, can be said to be the most substantial one in the arsenal.

However, even if it looks like it could kill someone directly, it doesn't mean it's not sharpened.

On the contrary, the sharp, gleaming edge exudes a chilling aura, which, combined with the unusually broad and thick blade, creates an even more intimidating contrast, making one instinctively reluctant to touch it.

In short, it fully embodies utilitarianism, with everything aimed at efficient elimination.

Ah Fei's behavior also seemed to suggest that he had convinced himself with similar reasons.

He didn't even care that this was a huge limitation on his "speed is everything" style.

Or perhaps they felt it was unlucky to continue using this old weapon that had accidentally injured a friend?

Returns and exchanges were processed simultaneously. Before paying, he took the rapier from Afei, played with it for a moment, and then hung it on the empty tentacle.

Although the appearance is indeed much worse, it is clearly not at the point of being scrapped.

Even the surface has an unusual color, making the whole thing seem as if it has been coated with poison.

Normally, for Afei, who has just achieved perfect harmony between man and sword, this next move would definitely be more comfortable.

"Which way to?"

Unfortunately, the person involved didn't seem inclined to offer any explanation.

Holding the incredibly heavy greatsword in his hand, Afei didn't even bother to practice swinging it a couple of times before asking about the next step of the journey.

The divine-level strike and the achievement of killing an incredible opponent did not cause him the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Or rather, it didn't make him any more "sober."

The traces of the Star Curse, the colors seeping into flesh and blood, the burned limbs—at this moment, the human traces on A-Fei's body were already very faint.

Coupled with his completely unimproved mental state, he definitely felt like a tool.

Is this the legendary alienation of people by work? Indeed, the essence of wages is compensation for mental distress.

Even though the scene before me was astonishingly surreal, it didn't stop me from connecting it to sociology, and I deeply agreed with what I had learned in the past.

"under."

Of course, showing compassion for someone's situation is not contradictory to continuing exploitation.

Having already planned out the next course of action, Fu Qian gave instructions without hesitation for a second.

……

As the second stop on this trip, the laboratory of the Sun Apostle didn't seem to offer much to explore at first glance.

Although, like his body, it was tidier overall than other parts of his body.

However, as is well known, overly tidy research facilities only exist in movies and TV shows.

As an insider, Fu Qian even sensed a disregard for research, like textbooks discarded after the college entrance examination.

It can only be said that the wisdom of etching may be exaggerated, but after two consecutive encounters, it seems that this Sun Apostle is probably not innocent in real history either, belonging to the surrender faction among researchers, and has no promising scientific achievements.

Not to mention the shockwaves caused by his final death, which raged around the area.

As for what "below" refers to?

Fu Qian stated that if the Sun Apostle could still hear, he would certainly not have such doubts.

In this place, the word almost only represents one location—the back room.

The crash site, the sanity crusher, the heretic's prison—how could we not take a closer look at such important places?
Without even making things difficult for Afei, Fu Qian was already reminiscing about his previous position and took the lead.

Clang——

The "tool" indeed performed his duty diligently, without raising any questions, and dragged his crippled body and heavy weapon to catch up.

...Is this the lingering influence?

Although Afei didn't actually drag the giant sword along the way, his body was mostly crippled, so it served as a crutch to some extent.

But the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground was still too conspicuous in the silence, and it was hard to imagine that the possible lurkers nearby would not hear it.

Despite their high-profile display of their whereabouts, no one dared to stop them along the way.

Fu Qian's understanding of this is that it is similar to the legendary triumphant return home, where the audience has both feelings of disapproval and reluctance to watch.

After all, even a burlap sack knows to seek advantage and avoid harm, and the Sun Apostle, who had become three times stronger after turning evil, was just forcibly killed.

"The door is open."

The silence continued down to the next floor. At one point, Afei hesitated, as if he had suddenly woken up for a moment, and looked at the person next to him and said.

"It's open."

Fu Qian nodded, understanding why he reacted that way.

An unusual phenomenon always attracts attention. Along the way, many rooms were either closed or collapsed, but this door was the only one that was intact and open. Anyone would feel that something was amiss.

Even for someone like him, this task is not simple and needs to be doubled, because he knows who this place belongs to—the "person behind the door" who communicates with him the most but has never shown himself in the Etching Wisdom of Depth Two.

And this time, he was the only one to open the door, which is rather darkly humorous.

……

Of course, it was intentional – just passing by.

Remembering the layout of this place is not just a matter of words; even when planning the route, Fu Qian felt that he should come and visit this old friend.

After all, compared to the Sun Apostles, the Mendes, although their overall performance was unremarkable, were still quite active and revealed more information, making them easier to compare.

Even the last time I went to the back room, I passed by his place first.

Unfortunately, the guide has vanished without a trace.

Yes, not only was the door open, but there was no one inside.

Even after returning here once again, I still couldn't see the face of that old friend.

"Not bad, this is more like a laboratory..."

Before he knew it, Fu Qian had arrived at the door, looking around and expressing his approval.

If the door hadn't been open, there really wouldn't have been any need to stop.

This unusual empty city strategy is now worth taking a look at.

As the praise mentioned, this place was far less tidy than the Sun Apostle's place, giving it a more academic feel.

Even more surprisingly, the next moment, Fu Qian discovered a black cover among a pile of random things.

Lost notes?
While it's normal for a lab to have such recording tools, it still makes one think of the commission that the owner of this place once made.

So, although the person was lost, the research results were not?

While marveling at it, Fu Qian unceremoniously flipped open the notebook and began to examine its contents—hmm?

I thought only unreliable figures like the Sun Apostle were like that. You, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, are also here pretending to work hard?

The notebook is very thick, even the inner pages have a very good texture, and I've already used quite a bit of it.

However, as he flipped through the pages, Fu Qian, who had originally intended to peruse the wisdom of the ancients, discovered that from the first page to the last, the densely packed text contained the same sentence—

The starting point is the ending point, and the ending point is the starting point.

　Sorry I'm a little busy today, so I'll be taking a break and only posting one update.

　　(End of this chapter)