Eldritch Horror Theatre

"I do, but..."

Faced with Fu Qian's sudden shift in topic, Wen Li nodded, though her expression was a little strange.

She didn't act coy about it. A moment later, she pulled out an item and handed it over.

Not bad. Quite creative.

Fu Qian took one look and instantly understood where that hint of strangeness had come from—it was a palm-sized, exquisitely crafted gun.

Even loaded with specially concocted ammunition, a weapon like this would barely boost the combat power of a dignified Tier 4 competitor.

While she couldn't compare to how he had been at that level, Wen Li's current state meant even her casual strikes packed substantial lethality.

What's more, Fu Qian could confirm without a doubt that this gun lacked any trace of a transcendent aura.

"Very smart!"

At the same time, he popped out the magazine.

Just as he thought. They were ordinary rounds of the most common caliber, and the magazine wasn't even fully loaded.

Weapons worthy of a Tier 4 Transcendent were undeniably precious, but given Wen Li's family background, even if she couldn't obtain a top-tier piece, acquiring something a grade lower shouldn't have been an issue.

In fact, the delicate pendant currently dangling against her fair neck and dipping into her neckline looked rather interesting to Fu Qian. It was likely an item for self-defense.

To carry such a shabby offensive weapon by comparison was clearly a deliberate choice.

...

"Considering the nature of the operation, I thought this might be more suitable."

Having just received his praise, Wen Li beamed with the joy of someone whose talents had been recognized. She offered a reserved smile and explained.

"Prioritizing suitability over blindly pursuing raw power. Unfortunately, many people find it hard to overcome that mental hurdle."

Fu Qian gave a slight nod as he listened.

Eldest Miss Wen had always played it safe, never taking unnecessary risks out of curiosity or competitiveness, but her combat literacy was still quite solid.

The reason this weapon was a smart choice was simple: the application scenario.

As a mastermind manipulating the situation from behind the scenes, the probability of Wen Li being discovered was low thanks to the suppression of her Rank.

But in the unlikely event that she was noticed, there would almost never be a situation in a place like Shangjing where she could go all out and fight without restraint.

It would simply be a matter of fleeing.

So in that situation, what type of weapon was best suited for a getaway?

Taking Mercy as a comparison, if she were being chased, what difference would firing a single shot make?

Wen Li's combat style undoubtedly centered on mental and emotional influence; she was essentially a control-type combatant with almost zero visual effects.

Firing a perfectly ordinary bullet at victims who had suddenly realized something was wrong—wasn't that also a kind of mental attack?

When faced with a weapon that absolutely no transcendent would choose, wouldn't they consider the slight possibility that their attacker wasn't actually a transcendent?

Could they be getting misled into committing an accidental murder?

Under the strict law enforcement of the Night Watchers, every transcendent was extremely sensitive about this.

While they wouldn't abandon the pursuit over this, any added hesitation to strike the rat for fear of breaking the vase could easily be magnified by Wen Li's abilities, drastically increasing her chances of escape.

Taking ten thousand steps back, even if a situation truly required her to kill, Wen Li's abilities meant it would inevitably be an execution while the target was controlled and incapable of resisting. At that point, the type of weapon wouldn't matter.

Even the ordinary bullet left behind in the skull would serve to further confuse the coroner.

To summarize, Eldest Miss Wen's choice was not only far from careless, it clearly showed a lot of thought.

Of course, this still meant she lacked lethality against powerful targets. If the enemy ever caught her in the open while remaining hidden, there were very few counterattacks she could pull off.

...

Click!

Pushing a gleaming yellow bullet out of the magazine, Fu Qian toyed with it for a moment.

"How is your marksmanship?"

"...Passable."

Watching his actions, Wen Li spoke with a fair amount of certainty.

Considering her usually modest nature, calling herself "passable" basically meant she could hit whatever she aimed at. Choosing this weapon became even more logical.

As for why she possessed such marksmanship... Fu Qian recalled the various blank masks she had once brought out and felt there was no need to ask.

This wealthy young miss clearly led a rich and colorful life; practicing her gunplay was hardly out of the ordinary.

"However, the power of this kind of bullet isn't great. Even on a direct hit, it might not penetrate very deeply into a transcendent who has undergone a degree of physical enhancement."

Wen Li displayed her professionalism as she added this from the side.

"Not being able to penetrate is exactly what we want."

Fu Qian didn't mind this in the slightest. Under Wen Li's slightly surprised gaze, his fingernail effortlessly carved a groove into the brass bullet.

Seeming to realize something, Wen Li didn't interrupt. Instead, she watched quietly as Fu Qian's fingernail acted as a carving knife, unhurriedly etching a pattern onto the metal.

Sure enough, it was the Emblem of the King of the Abandoned Prison that Taylor had displayed.

...

It really was much easier than operating remotely through thin air.

Inspecting his handiwork and feeling the bond between himself and the emblem, Fu Qian nodded in satisfaction.

Recalling his past operations, he casually sliced open his fingertip and smeared a drop of blood over the design.

Fu Qian didn't have much experience when it came to crafting Talismans.

Although there seemed to be more than one method, requiring a special transcendent material as a carrier appeared to be a baseline requirement in most cases.

Fortunately, as a Mythical Creature, his blood had already proven somewhat effective on Tan Ying's Bracelet. Given his current Tier 2 status, it should naturally be even more potent.

The facts proved exactly that. Gazing at the bullet in his hand that seemed to have achieved some sort of Sublimation, Fu Qian carefully infused the Calamity of the King of the Abandoned Prison into it bit by bit, taking the opportunity to marvel at the sheer power of a Deity's perspective.

Although he hadn't activated his Mythical Form, he could still feel how effortlessly he manipulated it.

Crafting Talismans was far more complicated than this, but as the incarnation of Calamity, he didn't seem to need to follow overly strict procedures.

As Wen Li waited with bated breath, Fu Qian soon stood the bullet upright on the table, returning it to her.

"In my experience, you don't have to load it as the first round."

Having completed the task without much effort, Fu Qian casually explained how to use it.

"When your opponent thinks there's no need to dodge, this bullet will bestow a true Calamity upon them. Of course, if you want to use it directly for an execution, the effect should be pretty good too."

"Ah... Thank you!"

Although this on-the-spot handiwork didn't look as precious as some peerless divine weapon, it perfectly matched Fu Qian's description of a "small gift."

Wen Li, however, was quite satisfied with this measure of thanks. She carefully put the bullet away. Looking at the emblem carved onto it, she offered her thanks but then hesitated to say more.

"I'm not."

Fu Qian seemed to know what she was thinking and shook his head decisively.

"But I am very familiar with Him."

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