Artifact Report

Chapter 300 Fu Tai Lan: The Inevitable Conclusion and Actions

Even though he had suspected it, Fu Tailan still felt his mind was blank—really? Had he misheard? Was the Nest playing a trick on him?
His mind was a scorching wasteland, making him wonder if his ears were smoking.

Leaving aside the science fiction-like concept of time travel, let's just consider this: can the train from the Nest travel into a station in the human world?

From a technical standpoint, this train was not scheduled to arrive at the station at all. Didn't the station staff notice that there was an extra train that shouldn't have been there?
Wait, maybe all of this is a trap.

The person behind him leaned down, and whispered in his ear, "Didn't I tell you to get off the bus?"

Fu Tailan was startled and almost jumped up from her chair. She grabbed the backpack on the next seat, rushed to the carriage door, and then looked back.

The rows of seats remained quietly in the carriage; the entire train was empty, with only him as the passenger.

……never mind.

Even if it's a trap, and he'll be in trouble as soon as he steps out of the car, he has no choice but to leave now.

Thinking about it carefully, this is how he has lived since he was twelve years old.

An ordinary action—such as stepping out of a car—is burdened with disproportionately heavy risks; and there is a limit to how much pressure a person can withstand.

If even sneezing could lead to death, and you never know when or how danger will strike, eventually something in your mind will snap off, and you'll never be the same as a normal person again.

Fu Tailan stepped into the surging crowd.

He was momentarily stunned when the next passenger bumped into his shoulder. He turned around and saw a man wearing glasses who said "Sorry" in a perfunctory and impatient manner before hurrying away from him.

The passengers who filed out of the car had their heads down, their brows furrowed, some carrying their luggage, some silently walking past Fu Tailan, and some giving him a displeased sidelong glance.

Where did all these people come from?

Fu Tailan quickly stepped aside and looked out the window into the train. She found that the train was full of ordinary people, some carrying coats, some taking suitcases from the luggage racks, and some looking at their phones while waiting for others to get off. The interior decoration had also changed completely, making it look like an ordinary train for ordinary people.

As for the Nest Train he had just been on, there was no trace of it at all.

Could it be that the Nest Train... or did it "drive" into a normal train?
He quickly took out his phone and glanced at it.

Monday, November 16, 2026, 0:00 AM, full signal strength.

On the train that arrived at midnight on that day, no one knew that a passenger from the future had slipped in.

...No, this is a bit too far-fetched; we need to double-check.

"Big sister,"

In the station hall, Fu Tailan found a young woman who seemed to be waiting for someone and called out softly, "Excuse me, my phone is dead. Could you let me check the time?"

The young woman glanced at him, and her expression immediately softened. That typical "keep away" look of Blackmores disappeared like water.

Holding her phone, she showed it to him while laughing and saying, "Is this your first time in Blackmore City? Walk a little further over there, there's a really big clock."

The phone screen shows November 16th, 0:11 AM.

"Huh, is today the 16th?" Fu Tailan blinked blankly. "I've completely lost track of the days."

If anyone else had struck up a conversation with a stranger, they would most likely have been mistaken for a fraudster by the wary Black Moors; but the young woman seemed to find him quite charming.

“It’s not your fault for making a mistake, it’s just past midnight,” she said tolerantly. “We’ve only just jumped to the 16th.”

...The bus that goes to November 16th will stop at the first hour of November 16th.

Fu Tailan thanked her, waved to her in her bright eyes, and turned to leave.

He got off the bus at exactly midnight. From the moment he got off, time began to move forward at its normal pace. Thinking about it this way, his current state is... kind of interesting, isn't it?
First of all, one thing is certain.

此时此地、清楚意识到自己返回过去的府太蓝，依然是“11月26日”的府太蓝。    他并不是一份意识，被巢穴送回到十天前的自己身体里；他是带着“11月26日”的身体，回到了“11月16日”。

This means that in present-day Blackmore City, there is still a Fu Tai Lan from "November 16th".

In other words, the timeline of Fu Tai Lan in the past was progressing as usual; when it reached November 26, he turned back to November 16 and walked a parallel line in history again - in his memory, he had never interacted with Fu Tai Lan from the future, so the two Fu Tai Lans definitely did not intersect.

He looked at the time.

The things that were happening and experiencing for Fu Tailan were already past memories for him.

So he knew perfectly well that just a few hours earlier, his other self had taken the ticket to show George Green, thus making skin contact and being recruited into the "Nest Domination Game".

...The gears have already started turning.

On the 16th, Fu Tailan probably never imagined that the qualification he had painstakingly obtained through George Green would turn into a nightmare a few days later.

Fu Tailan stood by the roadside in the darkness, covering her face with one hand and chuckling softly.

The price charged by the Nest Hospital is the fate of patients from November 15th to November 25th—naturally because the Nest wants to tighten and nail down their fate during those ten days.

Even if Fu Tailan could go back to the past, the Nest would still firmly suppress him, leaving him powerless.

He couldn't change anything that was about to happen: whether it was being conscripted, being dismissed, or having Fu Han kidnapped and taken the blame... He could only watch helplessly as these things, following their predetermined course, would happen again.

Was it because of those ten days of history that he had to enter the nest to recuperate, or was it because he chose to enter the nest to recuperate that those ten days of history were created?
Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
Thinking about this now is probably pointless.

What is certain at present is that his actions must completely avoid the still oblivious and complacent Fu Tai Lan...

Since the fate of the lair has been set and cannot be changed, if he still refuses to believe in evil and rushes headlong into another Fu Tai Lan, he will not only be unable to change his fate, but will also suffer unexpected punishment.

He was to secretly gather false targets for the "nest domination game".

As Carter Morgan put it, if he had most of the seven artifacts in his hands, there was a high chance that the “Nest Domination Game” would re-enlist him—and of course, that would be the time for him to turn on Carter Morgan.

No wonder he's a second-generation heir with no access to the lair and no experience of its inhabitants... He seems to genuinely believe that holding a hostage is enough.

Fu Tailan stood by the roadside and thought for a while.

If the goal is to seize the fake image...

At this very moment, there is one person who possesses the largest number of fake images.

Moreover, no one can compete with him now—on November 16th, Fu Tailan was the only player recruited besides that person.

Fu Tailan even knew where she should look for him.

Since the 16th, his location from the previous night has been published on television and in newspapers throughout Blackmore City.

He reached out and hailed a taxi.

"Where to?" the driver asked in a thick accent from an unknown region.

The address of the Wei family manor in Shangzhou District had just surfaced in his mind when he suddenly paused and changed his mind.

From now on, he must be careful not to give himself away; he cannot let anyone follow the clues to Fu Tai Lan's head.

Besides, when he left, he only picked up the backpack from the foyer, which contained only some basic supplies for going to the lair, and he hadn't prepared enough.

However... on November 16th, Fu Tailan was still the head of the Morgan family and still had the highest authority.

“I’m going to the Morgan Building on 120th Street,” he said softly with a slight smile.

(End of this chapter)