Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2810 Thirteen Days' Talk (Sixty-two)

"You had this planned from the beginning?"

The balance of power shifted instantly. After a long silence, the forerunner stared intently at the only sentence Fu Qian had written.

It depends on which aspect it is. The idea of ​​time parasitism is indeed a concept that has been around for a long time.

Fu Qian only thought this to himself.

Even as an intruder with a more direct sense of the situation, it would be unacceptable not to think that way.

As for why they were so insistent on having the other party predict the content of the trial?
Actually, the core issue is curiosity, as mentioned earlier.

This mission is quite unique so far.

It's not just about Lashik, an old friend; it even touches on the Abyss Notebook.

So much so that Fu Qian was genuinely curious about what the Judgment Day, which led to the mission's failure, would be like.

Unfortunately, in his judgment, the probability of a harbinger being able to help resolve the doubts was not high.

This is suppression by the system, and has little to do with subjective initiative.

Based on previous experiences in the Virtue quests, Fu Qian didn't expect the judgment to be something like heavenly fire, floods, or holy light.

Even if it's not as abstract as an infinite loop of videotapes, it's possible that it could bring about the true end of the entire sanatorium world in an alternative way.

Even if the ability to predict the future is real, what the oracle needs to do is far more difficult than simply perceiving anomalies in time.

As for why, knowing this is the case, such a request was still made?
It's simple. Now it's a three-way game, and theoretically, I'm an accomplice of Selvis.

What I want is for the other party to be unable to predict it.

"Actually, it's not that early."

Seeing that it was already working, Fu Qian smiled politely.

……

The answer is obvious: you really can't see it.

The scene I witnessed at that moment vividly illustrated what it means for one thing to rise and another to fall.

The light that disappeared from the eyes of the prophet appeared almost simultaneously in the eyes of Servais.

It's important to understand that losing this debate almost means a complete denial of oneself.

For those who foresee the future, even the end of the world may not be more terrifying.

In this situation, Fu Qian believed he would work hard enough, and even prepared for the possibility of mission failure.

"What I see is far more abstract than you can imagine, and I can only see it twenty minutes in advance..."

However, it seems that curiosity can never be satisfied.

After a long silence, when the forerunner finally spoke again, it was with a clear intention to evade responsibility.

In short, relying on "Judgment Day," a powerful weapon that was almost created out of thin air, the situation was instantly reversed.

If we press our advantage now, we can achieve great things.

"Oh, how abstract is it?"

Fu Qian seemed to be doing just that, so I casually followed up with a question.

"Without distinction between surface and interior, symbols, colors, and numbers... everything is mixed together."

The oracle's response was indeed very abstract.

Numbers? Interesting.

Fu Qian listened very attentively, and at one point seemed to be deep in thought.

"177?"

……

"What do you mean?"

The person who was about to give the warning looked completely bewildered.

"We've been talking for so long, haven't you noticed this number on my clothes?"

Fu Qian looked at him with a meaningful expression, as if he were once again exposing the lie of the omen-maker.

Although the number is real, this is his current sanity value.

Yes, if the world is indeed as abstract as this master described.

So, as a mission participant, what could represent oneself better than sanity?
It may be of great importance, but this mission is really special, so I don't mind taking this out for a small test before sending it out.

"It's very complicated; I need to carefully summarize and distinguish it."

Sure enough, the harbinger seemed to be putting up a last-ditch resistance, unable to find any reason to explain. "Then let's examine it. Tell me what this number will look like when the judgment comes."

Fu Qian, however, was not about to let him off the hook, and pushed the notebook over with a smile.

"I need to take it one step at a time."

The one who had the premonition accepted it with a cold face.

"Then let's take it one step at a time."

They don't give you any chance to back out before you pay.

"……it is good."

Finally, with nowhere left to retreat, the forerunner picked up his pen once more—

Today is the 56th. There are 24 hours in a day. Columnist Fu Qian is 20 years old. The sun's altitude angle is 77 degrees. The total is 177 degrees.

After staring intently at the new blank page for a long time, what the forerunner wrote next was truly eye-catching.

……

Have they stopped speaking human language?

It seems that no professional assessment is needed; the patient can be sent directly to the hospital.

Fu Qian was undoubtedly the one who read it most carefully, and he had the most thoughts on it.

This bizarre thought process is clearly beyond the realm of mixing spaghetti with concrete; it seems like the person put too much pressure on themselves and drove them crazy.

But the amazing thing is that the words didn't disappear.

Yes, even ten seconds after the last stroke, this abstract text was still there.

The doctor's expression, seen out of the corner of his eye, was vivid; in ten seconds, it went from surprise to joy to disorientation, as if he had witnessed something indescribable.

The key is truly indescribable...

Seeing this, Fu Qian could only sigh inwardly, as a certain guess was being confirmed.

Yes, when the prophet mentioned the chaotic and abstract world he prophesied, a certain scene flashed through his mind—

Why was there such a surreal image in the warehouse before the mission began? It was clearly shaped like a mountain, but it was just a line piled up, like a crude 3D print.

Is it truly only time that has lost its sacredness and become a parasite?
It's all ambiguous; everything here seems to truly resemble the world as seen through the eyes of a mental patient.

Various elements mix, clump together, and interact in incredible ways, ultimately creating a reasonably presentable appearance.

The cause is currently unknown, but the True Word Notes seem to function as a core operating mechanism.

In conclusion, the omens may have been on the right track, but ultimately they failed to discern any greater horrors.

Now, under my guidance, he seems to have made some progress.

Today is the 57th. In the hour before sunset, Clyfield coughed 13 times, and his 177 became 165.

Even while continuing to write, he also came up with new tricks.

[Decrease SAN value by 12]

As the prophet wrote the second sentence, a prompt actually appeared in his ear.

……

Did my sanity really drop?

If it were a senior colleague, they probably wouldn't be able to handle it.

He remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was overjoyed, and at that moment he was quite satisfied with the loss.

The fact that it can even do this further demonstrates its "indescribable" power and chaos.

A haphazardly pieced-together bunch of elements was able to shake up this data that was under warehouse supervision.

In addition, the loss was not just 12 sanity points; the countdown also moved forward by another day.

Today is the 58th...

The harbingers continue, seemingly poised to march straight to Judgment Day.

[Decrease SAN value by 17]

The SAN value continues to decrease.

Today is the 59th...

[Increase sanity by 2]

It's not all bad news; in fact, there's been an increase.

The current chapter will be completed in the next chapter. I will try to finish writing it as soon as possible tomorrow.