Eldritch Horror Theatre

He could finally understand why the ancient Deities despised "covenants." It truly qualified as a path of blasphemy.

It blasphemed not only the believers, but even the Deities themselves.

Of course, judging by how they all eventually adopted the very practices they had once scorned, this method was clearly far more convenient and efficient than relying on faith.

They assimilated tools, leveraging their own authority to define and collect concepts, and used that to repair themselves.

Almost every covenant he had encountered so far followed this exact formula.

As for the Dragon King, judging by the puzzle on the ground, the concept it used to assimilate tools was most likely "scales."

Anyone within its blessing who assumed the "posture" of grasping their three Umbilical Cords was assimilated under the concept of scales.

Not only did this cover its deficiencies, but the more tools it gathered, the more dazzling it became. It was truly a brilliant idea.

Of course, none of that changed its current awkward predicament.

It had even been stopped from cleaning house. That had to be frustrating to the extreme.

If it had known this day would come, he wondered if it still would have chosen a Descent into the mortal realm to operate under a hidden identity.

Moreover, there was another issue: the attempt to prevent the return of the Dragon King this year had been a perfect success. But what about next year?

Without a traitor sabotaging things, it likely wouldn't be too difficult for it to develop another tool. Would he have to make another trip when the time came?

He hoped the Warehouse had a handle on this and wouldn't make him do something so tedious.

[Today's work tasks are completed. You may now leave the Warehouse. Weekly work progress: 4/4]

At the prompt, Fu Qian rolled down his sleeves. He picked up another weapon from the table in front of him, along with a Bronze Circlet, and then put on the Emissary.

...

Watching the sunset right after seeing the sunrise had its own unique charm.

Appearing within the Research Tower as expected, Fu Qian peered outside through a small window.

He remembered it had been midnight when he last left. This time off at home had cost him quite a bit of effort.

Of course, the harvest was well worth it.

And if Classmate Liushuang could offer him a few more surprises, it would be absolutely perfect.

Weighing the Bronze Circlet in his hand, Fu Qian optimistically placed it on his head once more.

It was still just garbled code. Switching to this world hadn't changed anything.

Naturally, that didn't mean there were no anomalies.

After observing the sky for a little while longer with the Circlet on, Fu Qian came to a conclusion—either his sense of direction was completely flipped, or those brilliant colors outside were not a sunset, but a sunrise.

His extensive dimension-hopping experience had already proven that the times on both sides were highly consistent. Theoretically, this shouldn't be happening.

What was the cause?

As a professional, Fu Qian was never one to doubt himself. Thus, the conclusion was simple: the world was wrong.

Alright, the first step of the deduction was perfectly complete. That left the second question: who made the world wrong?

...

Fu Qian finally stood up, though he wasn't in any rush to make an enemy of the whole world. He didn't even go downstairs to open the door and check. Instead, he continued up the adjacent staircase.

Speaking of which, ever since becoming the owner of this special Laboratory, this was his first time ascending to this height.

Spacious yet undeniably magnificent, the solemn atmosphere permeating the area brought to mind images of solemnly dressed ancient scholars frowning in deep contemplation.

Amid the crisp echoes of his footsteps on the stone stairs, Fu Qian finally reached the top of the Research Tower.

The amber spire that looked so striking from the outside had now lost its former crystalline splendor. At a glance, it was as pale as wax.

It was both bizarre and intensely oppressive.

Even the surrounding gold ornaments had grown dull in luster.

"It really isn't an ordinary Laboratory."

Muttering to himself, Fu Qian's gaze fell to the side of the spire. The golden patterns with their unique aesthetic converged here to form a clock dial, reminiscent of the Astral Clocktower he had just seen.

Both of them were even broken.

The angle of the hands before him was clearly changing, yet the pendulum connected to the dial remained completely still.

However, if the time indicated by the hands was correct, then it seemed the light outside really was a sunrise.

After a brief observation, Fu Qian thought for a moment and then reached out to adjust the hands.

With his movements, the angle of the light shining through the nearby window rapidly shifted as well.

At a certain point, his hand felt heavy, and the pendulum below began to swing without any warning.

Fu Qian let go. Everything around him seemed to gradually regain its luster, and light soon shone through the spire once more.

It seemed it wasn't the world that had been flipped upside down, but time itself.

Silently coming to this conclusion, Fu Qian scoffed a moment later and adjusted the Bronze Circlet on his head.

"Let me see who dares to mess with this seat's belongings!"

...

Fu Qian didn't linger on the top floor. He quickly strolled downstairs, eventually sitting with his back to the main door to wait in silence.

As it turned out, the impolite guests did not continue to be impolite.

A mere moment later, a rhythmic knocking echoed from the door.

"Come in."

Fu Qian didn't even turn his head, calling out casually.

Hearing his voice, the person outside seemed to hesitate, but a few seconds later, the main door was firmly pushed open.

Only then did Fu Qian turn around, looking at the two figures walking in one after the other.

Walking in front was Classmate Ji Liushuang. She was clearly a bit startled by his appearance, and the composure she had been trying so hard to maintain wavered for a split second.

"You're a bit earlier than you mentioned in your letter."

Fu Qian, feeling absolutely no embarrassment himself, gave her a slight nod.

"I tried to move the time up as much as I could."

His comment seemed to make Ji Liushuang relax instantly. Staring straight at Fu Qian's face, she offered a gentle smile.

"I thought I was going to miss you again."

...Weren't you here to be a volunteer? What's with this look of eternal devotion?!

Taking in their exchange—especially the look on Ji Liushuang's face when she said that—Professor Lisa, who had originally come with the intent to watch a good show, almost couldn't hold back the urge to roar out loud.

"It was indeed a close call, but sometimes the world works in mysterious ways."

Fu Qian nodded. He gestured for Ji Liushuang to take a seat, glancing at the shoulder he had previously shattered with an Air Bullet.

"Still a bit to go?"

"Just a little bit."

This simple show of care made Ji Liushuang's smile grow even brighter—though it was mostly for the sincerity it represented.

"Why go to the trouble of having Professor Lisa bring you here? Did you get the wrong address?"

It was only then that Fu Qian seemed to remember the Giant Serpent Maiden standing to the side, nodding once more in greeting.

"I came over by myself this morning."

Ji Liushuang smiled and shook her head.

"A little earlier, Professor Lisa came looking for you. When she realized you weren't here, she asked if I was interested in taking a tour of her place."

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