Eldritch Horror Theatre

Of course, that raised a question.

If she hadn't come back to catch him, why had Chief Yuan returned so quickly?

Glancing at Yuan Shan's outfit, Fu Qian figured he already had his answer.

She was wearing the exact outfit from the display window earlier.

Her shoes and makeup matched the clothes perfectly but clearly weren't brand new, meaning she had rushed back just to put the look together.

"I just browsed around a bit. I thought this one was pretty nice."

Yuan Shan had undoubtedly noticed his scrutiny. Her face flushed slightly as she offered the explanation.

"It really is."

Fu Qian didn't share the bad habit of mocking other people's hobbies. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed her a Silver-White Pistol.

"...It really is."

Not expecting Fu Qian to actually remember, Yuan Shan had caught it with a hint of surprise.

But a moment later, she didn't hold back. Facing a nearby mirror, she stylishly twirled the gun a few times before echoing his praise.

"Oh, right, I have some news I think you'll find interesting."

As if suddenly remembering, she looked at Fu Qian with a smile.

"Late last night, a group of scoundrels robbed the largest casino in the Sacred Night Capital."

"No one knows how they pulled it off."

"And since there were no transcendent signs at the scene, more than half the police force in the Sacred Night Capital had to get up in the middle of the night to work overtime."

What an appropriately crazy team.

Yuan Shan's news made Fu Qian sigh in admiration.

Without a doubt, it was the masterpiece of Midas's team.

Even after bumping into a mysterious figure like him, these gamblers had still gone through with such an outrageous plan just a few hours later.

They truly lived up to being the team members Midas had meticulously selected.

This stunt would likely remain a legend in the Sacred Night Capital for a long time.

Except, in this legendary tale, his and Yuan Shan's roles would probably be a bit unusual.

"Don't worry, I've already explained our involvement through reliable channels."

Seeming to know what Fu Qian was thinking, Yuan Shan chuckled.

"You were just a novice gambler who got lucky for a night, only to be dragged down by an unlucky old fool in the end."

She didn't seem to mind mocking her own teacher at all.

"A brilliant night. Anything else?"

Fu Qian gave a slight nod. Chief Yuan was as reliable as ever.

"How did you know there was more?"

The surprise on Yuan Shan's face looked a bit exaggerated.

"I just confirmed that Su Gao is also in the Sacred Night Capital right now. In fact, she arrived only slightly earlier than we did. It seems you two share quite an affinity."

"She already knows you're here and has the address to this house. She'll have finished her current business by tonight at the latest."

"That is quite a coincidence."

Fu Qian listened earnestly, and the figure in the black hat wielding a Curved Sword naturally surfaced in his mind.

"So before she gets here, you'd better try your best to sort out your own situation."

After striking a few more poses, Yuan Shan handed Mercy back—even though she clearly liked it quite a bit—and pointed at the injuries on Fu Qian's body.

Chief Yuan seemed a bit disappointed by his overly plain reaction to her final piece of news.

Fu Qian watched Yuan Shan head out the door again, thinking to himself.

She was right about one thing, though: before then, he still had a lot of things to do.

...

[Identity verification complete. Today's work begins.]

[Warning: Containment Breach.]

Having leaned against the window to watch the scenery until the sun set in the west, Fu Qian held up the cracked egg in his hand and took the Emissary off his face.

The familiar prompt rang in his ears. Clearly, he wouldn't be enjoying a continued vacation today.

Not bad, the Warehouse was readily accepting good advice after all.

Fu Qian was very satisfied with this and patiently continued listening.

[Name: Legend, Designation: 3-1003]

[Today's work details have been updated. Enter the Containment Scenario of 3-1003 and complete the Containment once more.]

[Will you expend 1 SAN Value to begin?]

A task with a designation starting with 3. He was one step closer to the most ideal situation.

Amid his appreciation, Fu Qian glanced at the illusory image appearing in the Warehouse. It actually looked like a book.

Could it be...

[Yes.]

Fu Qian responded with a thought.

[Today's work begins. Entering the Containment Scenario for 3-1003.]

[Current SAN Value: 106, current inspiration: 99.]

[Select the skills and items you wish to carry.]

It seemed... he could truly begin.

As the selection prompt appeared, Fu Qian blinked and turned to look at the nearby table.

The next moment, not only did he keep his hold on the egg, but he also picked up an orange-sized sphere formed from various interlocking crystals.

Next was a white whistle, a Transparent Handbell, a mask with soft facial features, a silent and heavy Handbell, a metal Head Cage...

And even a brilliantly glowing longbow.

That was right. Not only did Fu Qian bring the two acquired traits, but he also chose to equip almost everything on the table.

It proved that 99 points of inspiration were powerful indeed; even so, no over-limit warning appeared.

As for why he did this, the reason was simple—this task wasn't the main focus to begin with.

Now was the time to feast.

Ever since he realized there might be two traits, Fu Qian had been pondering a question.

For an opportunity beyond his comprehension, what could serve as the basis for a choice?

And as he explored with this question in mind, the situation had successfully turned desperate.

It seemed there was not only no way to make a distinction, but there was even a higher entity intentionally causing confusion.

By the time he obtained the final trait, what he faced had become a pure gamble with zero margin for error—which actually fit quite well with a place like the Sacred Night Capital.

But was that really the case?

A certain thing he had been doing all along seemed to be the very representation of a margin for error.

Using SAN Value as fuel.

...

A professional would not waste resources of any kind.

From the moment he pocketed the Crystal Sun, Fu Qian had already made a decision—to use the convenience of his position to seek personal gain.

The final stage left for the Blazing Rainbow was within the space-time generated by the Warehouse consuming his SAN Value—a space-time that could either become history or dissipate entirely.

The reason he believed this method was feasible was very simple.

Since entering the Warehouse, aside from the first few tasks, all subsequent rewards were only distributed at the exact moment the task was completed.

In other words, even if he chose to consume a trait during the task, there was a high probability it would only undergo a fundamental change at the very end under the Warehouse's reward system.

Just like when he had obtained the completed Pseudo-God Ritual.

His self that synced into the task was already in a special state.

And the time gap between consuming the trait and completing the task was the only potentially effective card he had to deal with a Higher Existence far exceeding Tier 1.

It was his only chance to back out of a completely baseless choice.

He would decide whether to complete the task based on all the changes that occurred after consumption.

Reminding the Warehouse not to hold back today was never about trying to be a model worker.

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