Eldritch Horror Theatre

"You didn't notice?"

Lu Yi wasn't even the first to show surprise at Fu Qian's response.

Despite acting with an utter disregard for his own survival, the heavily injured Old Man Li couldn't help but speak up.

"Right. With such fast, stealthy methods, how could I discover it immediately? I'm not you."

Fu Qian blinked.

So...

"I simply realized immediately that I was fine, that's all."

The old man looked like he had no idea what to think anymore. Fu Qian didn't force him to keep brainstorming, simply pointing at himself as he explained.

"In that situation just now, it was impossible for His Excellency Lu Yi not to do something. Without any verbal indication, it meant he had obviously taken action."

"How about you interview the party involved about his mental journey? See if that's the case."

As he spoke, Fu Qian gestured with his chin toward the completely silent Lu Yi.

This was absolutely not just nonsense meant to mess with his head.

When a massive advantage was overturned, ninety-nine percent of people who could maintain their composure in such a freefall believed they still had hope. The remaining one percent had already acted on that hope.

Brother Lu Yi was clearly a man of great initiative, and he hadn't lost all his chips just yet.

The omnipresent Order of Blood would always stand on his side.

And the highest manifestation of this power was clearly the master of the Tree Infants, the not-yet-fully-formed Face of Gods and Men.

The facts proved it worthy of such praise. Drilling into the stomach of a newly advanced Tier 2 was as easy as coming home.

If the old man had reacted even slightly slower, it was hard to say what he would have turned into.

As for why it hadn't drilled into him first, thus wasting its precious debut opportunity, Fu Qian could vaguely guess the reason: the unknown was always the most dangerous.

It was true that the old man was a genuine Tier 2, but Fu Qian was wearing the Witch's face.

"If only the two of us were left in this situation, would you still have absolute certainty in welcoming your conclusion?"

Seeing the old man fall slightly silent and decline the suggestion to consult the party involved, Fu Qian personally asked the question a moment later, once again praising the Pope in his heart.

...

"What a pity. That kind of thing won't be happening anytime soon."

Lu Yi didn't answer. Fu Qian didn't mind, only sighing to express his confidence in keeping the audience alive.

Although the balance of power had shifted, they hadn't yet reached the decisive moment. The incomplete mission was proof of that.

But Fu Qian also believed that as long as the old man kept living, this match point would arrive very soon.

And with a prepared old man resisting a royal Divine Child who had already been frightened once—not to mention Fu Qian's own help—the probability of him falling in the short term shouldn't be high.

It could truly be called a case where the momentum of offense and defense has changed on multiple levels.

"Anke?"

Prompted by this continuous active conversation, Lu Yi was finally moved to slowly speak.

He didn't question Fu Qian's statement. Instead, he clearly conveyed something akin to, "I'll remember you."

"Yes."

"Good name. Apostle of the Moon?"

"Seventh Apostle."

Without minding this feeling of being marked, Fu Qian thoughtfully provided the detail along with his confirmation.

"Very good. I greatly look forward to meeting Your Excellency again..."

As he said the last word, Lu Yi clearly looked a little confused.

It was because the other party had actually walked right up to him, step by step, wearing that distinct face.

"Is Your Excellency planning to test whether what I just said about not dying is the truth?"

Showing no fear, Lu Yi merely frowned in slight surprise.

"No."

Fu Qian shook his head, then asked a question in the exact same tone.

"Origin Council?"

He wasn't entirely certain, but for someone to be able to compete with him on an academic level, if there was an organization behind all this, Fu Qian was inclined to guess it was his old rival who aspired to help all of humanity break free from its shackles.

...

Lu Yi didn't answer, and his expression didn't change in the slightest.

"Good name. I wonder which entity the power of the Order of Blood comes from?"

Fu Qian didn't mind, slipping the question in alongside his commentary.

[Current mission completed. Containment of No. 1-207 successful.]

Unfortunately, an answer still didn't come. Taking its place was a familiar and intimate prompt.

Brother Lu Yi had probably pulled the plug on his own accord.

Right when he was asked a difficult question, the situation suddenly hit match point. There couldn't be that many coincidences.

Keenly sensing that everything had begun to collapse—turning into the same notebook-like enlightenment he had received when smearing the Dagger with blood—Fu Qian sighed and withdrew his gaze from Lu Yi's face.

[Excellent swordsmanship.]

Turning to look at Old Man Li not far away, he offered a final word of praise.

...

[Mission Evaluation: The Toll of Fleeting Years]

The predicament dissipated, and the Warehouse reappeared.

Sitting back in his seat, Fu Qian quickly noticed that the style of this mission summary was still just as strange.

[The pure and sublime radiance on Lu Yi's hands extinguished at the exact same time as a certain clear light deep in his eyes.

A voice weeping tears of joy came from the haggard noblewoman nearby.

Inside the unwrapped swaddling clothes, unsettled by the onlookers, the infant with slender limbs flailed in an uncoordinated manner, trying his best to seek his mother.

His fine brown hair was soft and sparse, and his delicate skin revealed a malnourished flush, but these things were not important.

Talent, curses, and everything that shouldn't have belonged to him had quietly faded away...

At the banquet, Aike, attending in full dress, rested a hand on her lower abdomen. Her brows furrowed slightly, seemingly troubled by some inexplicable negative emotion.

Finally, she set down her wine glass and left the crowd.

Although in the direction she chose to head, someone was already faster than her...

Li He and Ji Ning walked quietly through the corridor, neither looking at the other.

However, at a certain moment, a synchronous lag in their footsteps finally caused Ji Ning to hesitate and look to the side.

"It's nothing."

After pondering for a long time, Li He shook his head.

...

Memory is only a profile of reality, and the relationship between cause and effect becomes blurred within it.

From the day he understood the bloodline essence of the Laria Family, Lu Yi had been pondering how to utilize this talent.

It was only many years later that he gathered everything needed for his plan.

As its core, the notebook in his arms could make the chosen one deviate from reality and fall into an alternative reminiscence.

The consensus from the Transcendent Tier would turn into resources, condensing into truth through its guidance.

If successful, he would obtain a face that was otherwise impossible to manifest in reality, becoming the controller of the authority it represented.

And all contributors to this consensus would forever turn into a page within the notebook, becoming the foundation for the existence of this false reality.

Regardless of their thoughts, regardless of their form of existence.

Unfortunately, an unexpected intruder had ruined this nearly foolproof plan.

Even the help from Rom failed to change this.

Lu Yi was forced to tear out this newest page, wasting the second of his Record of Recollection's three uses.]

[Kills: Aike's Shadow of the Past, Ji Ning's Shadow of the Past]

[Reward: SAN Value +26]

[Special Reward: Blank Reminiscence Chronicle Remnant Page]

[Current SAN Value: 123, Current inspiration: 99]

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