Eldritch Horror Theatre

Finding the source of the crying remained his current mission objective, and it didn't conflict with this survival team.

Even so, continuing as a member of this team wasn't his only option.

The logic was simple: since the power of consensus was so strong, shouldn't he strike while the iron was hot and focus entirely on terrifying people?

Could he use this team's consensus to push himself from a Demigod foundation all the way to a Divine Emissary or a New God, forging invincible Combat Power?

A beautiful, bold idea.

In fact, the thought had crossed his mind the moment Fu Qian first realized the possibility of mind over matter.

However, one of the greatest values of combining theory with practice was that the theory could be constantly refined and corrected.

The moment he unlocked his Demigod Rank just now, Fu Qian realized such an overly idealized scenario probably wasn't feasible.

The reason was simple: he hadn't actually become a Blood Clan Demigod. He had merely reverted to the Original Sin Sage.

In other words, one reason he could casually ascend from Peak Tier 4 to the Demigod Realm with a smile on his face was that he had already been a Demigod to begin with.

This was by no means a wish-granting paradise. The underlying coupling processes were quite complex and strict.

For him, the obvious optimal choice right now was to keep using the team's power to complete his mission while subtly dropping hints, allowing him to leverage their consensus to continue his recovery in the future.

"Could you share it?"

As it turned out, his choice to adopt a cooperative stance seemed to be the right move.

The proof lay in Excellency Ji Ning's reaction. Seeing him state so cleanly that he had made a discovery, she hesitated for only a few seconds before asking the question, her expression somewhat complicated.

And during those few seconds, Old Man Li hadn't chopped his head open.

"Of course."

The next moment, Fu Qian chose to stick with this tried-and-true course of action.

In just a few words, he articulated the epiphany that had just appeared in his mind, even keeping the stylistic phrasing somewhat intact.

...

"That does sound similar to the information I received."

The audience's reaction was quite grounded; in that moment, almost everyone turned to look at Ji Ning.

She didn't disappoint their expectations. After a moment of thought, she gave a fairly positive assessment.

Details like the location obviously couldn't be falsified until they actually got there, but if he were just lying to save his own skin, that unique sense of distortion would have been hard to fake.

While the other team members hadn't perceived it as clearly as Ji Ning had as a directly involved party, they had all felt something, so no one questioned her assessment.

"So you're saying you merely recognized the Dagger as a Blood Clan item, and took the initiative to help when I couldn't pull it out? To be honest, it won't be easy to prove you aren't lying."

Even with this progress, the atmosphere remained stifling.

The suspicion surrounding this Blood Clan Demigod, who had suddenly revealed his identity under interrogation, hadn't diminished in the slightest.

At the same time, his cooperative stance was so overly candid that they really couldn't find any obvious holes in it.

Staring at Fu Qian for only a single breath, Ji Ning spoke without emotion.

She knew perfectly well that they currently lacked the conditions to scrutinize things here.

"Actually, I haven't been lying this whole time."

Even though her tone was unfriendly, the fact that Ji Ning still chose verbal communication already spoke volumes.

Fu Qian defended himself casually, his posture utterly candid.

"I never said I wasn't a Demigod. I genuinely don't know why I took on this face after appearing here, and the power I used was indeed the power of flesh and blood."

...

This defensive posture was truly high-level, to the point that even Excellency Aike, who had been glaring at him since earlier, had a momentary flicker in her eyes.

It seemed she couldn't maintain her wraith form for long. After briefly suppressing the corruption with Ji Ning's help, she had reverted to a body of flesh and blood, so this emotion was displayed very clearly on her face.

The reason for this, naturally, was that in theory, he really wasn't wrong.

As a High-Tier Transcendent, she had long been accustomed to judging a target's background through observation, which was exactly how the previous conclusion of Mid Tier had been drawn.

Yet this guy had spent the entire time merely making self-deprecating remarks like "too weak" and "a gap in strength."

Even Dean Li and the others clearly hadn't noticed anything unusual. Strictly speaking, it could only be considered that he had hidden himself too well.

But that was only speaking logically. They were all giants of the transcendent realm; how could they be constrained by a few words?

The true significance of his answer lay in the fact that, as long as it made sense on the surface, there would be no deadlock forcing them to fight.

Aike believed this was what Excellency Ji Ning wanted to see.

Being willing to ask that question meant she was already not inclined to make a move.

It was just that she herself probably hadn't expected the answer to be so perfect.

"Understood. It seems the Blood Clan isn't entirely made of the arrogant and conceited."

In the next moment, Ji Ning's reaction seemed to confirm Aike's thoughts.

Showing no intention of delving deeper into Fu Qian's explanation, she simply verified their direction.

"Time is tight. Let's begin."

"Alright. You all worked hard clearing the way just now, so I'll do it this time."

And the Blood Clan Demigod gladly agreed, projecting complete amiability.

...

If all this was really happening inside a notebook, then what did Ehm Palace in the Real World look like right now?

Walking at the front of the team, his guesses receiving further verification, Fu Qian's impression grew even more peculiar as he faced the thoroughly dilapidated architecture.

Setting aside his own special circumstances, the accounts given by Li He, his companions, and Aike all shared one highly consistent point: they had originally been attending a banquet for a newborn, only to suddenly enter this incomprehensible place.

It seemed the greatest possibility was that some anomaly had occurred at a certain moment, causing them to all be swept in here together.

In the Real World, the banquet might even still be going on.

Fu Qian didn't really doubt this, but at the same time, the question arose: it sounded like this banquet was quite grand, so why was it specifically them who entered here?

It was easy to imagine that the anomaly might be related to that newborn Laria Offspring.

But Li He and his companion were different from Lu Yi; although they had been invited to attend, they hadn't even laid eyes on the child yet.

As for Aike, she should have been even further away.

The reason they had been chosen, it had to be said, invited rampant speculation.

Speaking of which, as the parties involved, the few of them should be having the exact same confusion—

Amidst his reflections, a massive floor-to-ceiling mirror was already right in front of him.

Although it was similarly full of the marks of time, it still clearly reflected the team behind him.

For instance, Excellency Ji Ning closely following behind him, who had already put the Shroud back on.

But the next moment, on that face that barely looked human, those undisguised, dull eyes blinked right at him.

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