Eldritch Horror Theatre

"Hi!"

Deeply apologetic for the abrupt intrusion, Fu Qian maintained his persona and offered an elegant greeting.

Unfortunately, given his current appearance, the message of goodwill clearly didn't get across.

"Who's there!"

Once she recovered from her initial shock, the woman he had disturbed reacted rather intensely. She spun around, snatched up a uniquely styled Brass-Colored Firearm, and aimed it straight at him.

"Don't be nervous. When you don't sleep well at night, it's easy to see unclean things, that's all."

Fu Qian offered a casual word of comfort, paying no mind to her unfriendliness.

The Blood Clan were reasonable people. First of all, the door to this small room had been shut tight, making him the trespasser.

Secondly, the circumstances of the person he had disturbed were clearly a bit special.

Being walked in on under such circumstances, an exaggerated reaction was completely understandable.

Strictly speaking, of course, she wasn't entirely naked. At the very least, she was still wearing the Gorgeous Shawl exclusive to The Order.

Boom!

Unfortunately, she didn't appreciate Fu Qian's understanding, nor did she give him time for further comforting words.

Accompanied by a dull roar, exceptionally dazzling blue flames enveloped Fu Qian—twice.

By the time the smoke and fire dissipated, not a single trace of churning blood fog remained in the cramped quiet room.

...

This was simply too miraculous.

Looking at the wide-eyed Old Man glaring at him, Fu Qian marveled inwardly; he had just verified his earlier hypothesis.

This individual certainly wasn't dressed inappropriately, nor did he let out a startled scream, but that wasn't the point.

The previous attack naturally hadn't harmed Fu Qian in the slightest, because in that instant, he had already used a special method to travel here.

Ever since activating the Blood Crusade, Fu Qian had entered this peculiar state.

Although he could no longer use dimensions unobservable to ordinary people to walk through solid matter like before, he had been granted another kind of mobility—discontinuous Blinks, as if he were leaping from one spatial pocket to another.

Even these leaps weren't entirely at his own whim; they had a strange route restriction.

And right at this moment, Fu Qian finally confirmed the reason behind this restriction—vision.

His earlier remark to the female cleric was absolutely not nonsense.

Not sleeping properly at night naturally meant keeping one's eyes open. And as a result of his two consecutive leaps, he had appeared directly within an observer's line of sight both times.

A line-of-sight leap? He couldn't reach places where no one was looking?

He had to admit, it challenged the imagination.

But if it proved to be true, the underlying logic was worth pondering.

There was a ninety-nine percent chance that the omnipresent Law of the Stars was responsible for the change in the Blood Crusade's effects.

What was originally such a low-key ability had been twisted into the exact opposite: an effect that forced him to manifest in plain view of others.

Did Laerdin not permit low-key individuals? Why?

Sighing over how his temperament clashed with this place, Fu Qian activated another leap.

The very moment he vanished, a mass of solidifying Shadow flooded the entire room, seeming to turn it into a giant piece of Amber.

Clearly, the Old Man's actions illustrated what it meant to be ruthless and a man of few words; he had been silently brewing a killing blow without uttering a single sound.

It was a pity that Fu Qian had long since appeared two rooms over, continuing his leaps.

"How could it... an illusion?"

Maintaining the solidified Amber state for a moment longer, the Old Man finally allowed it to disperse.

After listening intently and realizing there were no unusual sounds around him, he finally stood up and muttered to himself in confusion.

...

In a sense, it was a pretty good ability. It even perfectly matched the style of the Jacques Clan—low-key show-offs.

Through consecutive Blinks, Fu Qian had already left the heavily guarded Church and appeared on a street corner.

Reassuringly, the passionate couple cuddling in the darkness at his final jump point were so engrossed in each other that they hadn't even realized what they had just seen.

Although his successive leaps had been smooth and stylish, the distance limit was quite obvious. Making his way out felt a lot like playing Chinese checkers.

The ultimate result was that a considerable number of members from The Order were forced to witness Fu Qian's low-key figure.

This greeting, combined with his previous actions, would undoubtedly cause Olinter's intelligence regarding the Blood Clan to be taken much more seriously.

With The Order enraged, tonight's gathering of the Blood Clan would surely be even more lively and chaotic.

Indeed, Fu Qian didn't believe that arrogant bunch of Children of the Stars would change their gathering spot out of caution.

On the contrary, to avoid looking like cowards, the number of attendees might far exceed Jacques's normal summoning power.

All in all, aside from gaining the Dimensional Poison and the Heart Flame, the entire Laerdin Transcendent World was bound to be plunged into even greater Clamor by his actions.

Was this what it felt like to hype up the whole crowd?

Quietly retracting the blood fog around him, Fu Qian cast one last look at the magnificent Church before walking away with effortless grace.

...

Things weren't looking too optimistic.

By the time he returned to his residence through the window, it was already approaching the darkest hour before dawn.

Without making a pretense of climbing into bed to sleep, Fu Qian took out the Fine Vintage, placed it side-by-side with the Broken Pocket Watch, and fell deep into thought.

In theory, tonight had yielded a minor harvest.

Not only had he dragged two major transcendent factions into the fray, but he had also clashed closely with the Law of the Stars twice, probing out a small fraction of its depths.

However, from the reactions of both The Order and the Children of the Stars, it was clear that neither side had the slightest concept of the Dark Moon Cult, nor did they have any experience of deep contact with the Painting World.

News of the Pope remained elusive, and the worst-case scenario had once again been confirmed.

Not only that, but to a certain extent, it had also verified the high status of this world's foundational power.

At the very least, up until now, the idea that his current environment was merely a Nightmare was still just his own speculation based on this Pocket Watch. He lacked solid proof.

Admittedly, his encounter with Jacques had proven that the Resplendent Tyrant's twisting effect worked against the Law of the Stars.

If he couldn't find any other breakthroughs, it seemed this could serve as a final brute-force solution.

However, given the stability the Star Law had demonstrated during their clash, it was truly hard to remain optimistic about the efficiency of such a process.

He might indeed be able to destroy everything in the end, but the Witch wouldn't necessarily have the time to wait.

Going forward, on the one hand, he could look forward to the Blood Clan gathering tonight. On the other hand, he hoped that after receiving Amira's report, The Order would bring him some new surprises.

Stowing his items away, Fu Qian mimicked the members of The Order by gazing up at the Stars, quietly waiting for the moment of sunrise.

Knock, knock!

However, not everyone had enough patience.

In less than ten minutes, the sound of knocking was already echoing from downstairs.

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