Eldritch Horror Theatre

A stark white head—or more accurately, a Skull.

The moment he turned around, Fu Qian spotted the object on the ground.

Below it, a comparatively scrawny skeletal frame was thrusting upward inch by inch, struggling to heave itself out of the earth.

This was despite the fact that, visually, there appeared to be no physical friction between it and the ground.

Beside this familiar figure, more similar bodies quickly emerged. After struggling to free their upper halves, they clustered together.

Messengers?

Fu Qian easily recognized these visitors, clicking his tongue in wonder.

These were indeed the little messengers who had once helped him find his gun on the Red Moon's Half-Tome Moon.

Their behavior made it clear they were acting as the Red Moon's servants.

What amazed Fu Qian was that the messengers could now manifest in reality with such ease. It seemed the Red Moon had recovered somewhat.

Was it because it had nourished itself by devouring a New God?

Worthy of being a newly ascended Tier 1. Brother Yasui had finally found the best place to shine and contribute.

Sensing Fu Qian's gaze amid his silent praise, the little messengers on the ground leaped for joy.

A moment later, their movements grew hyperactive as they once again mimed a strenuous pulling motion.

Soon, in the same way they had emerged themselves, a piece of pale golden wood—elegantly curved and engraved with exquisite patterns—was dragged up bit by bit.

Was this... a Chair?

It looked incredibly heavy, and the messengers were visibly struggling.

Watching curiously, Fu Qian soon realized the object was being dragged out upside down.

...

It really was a Chair.

Without rushing them, Fu Qian waited patiently where he stood.

It took the messengers quite a while to finally hoist the object above their heads.

At a glance, it proved to be an exquisitely crafted armchair, its proportions almost domineering.

Both its wooden frame and the soft cushions of its seat and backrest were a uniform pale gold, radiating absolute luxury.

Was this to compensate for his failure to obtain the Golden Saint Robe on this trip?

Amid his wandering thoughts, Fu Qian didn't make the messengers continue their heavy lifting. He stepped forward and took it from them.

It certainly was heavy.

Carefully setting it down next to his usual seat, Fu Qian inspected this newly added piece of furniture. He suddenly felt that his previously simple yet elegant decor now looked downright shabby by comparison.

Without a doubt, this was a gift from the Red Moon. So the next question was: why send such a gift?

A housewarming present?

"Thanks, you've worked hard."

Without any hesitation, Fu Qian plopped right down onto it. Smiling, he thanked them as he pondered, not caring whether the messengers could understand.

As it turned out, the messengers could understand just fine.

Having finished celebrating their completed task, they had already started drilling back into the Underground. Yet, upon hearing Fu Qian's words, they burst into another round of joyful dancing.

It was even a transcendent item.

However, lively moments were always fleeting. The little messengers soon departed contentedly, leaving Fu Qian to ponder the Red Moon's intentions.

Sitting in the Chair, he could naturally sense that this piece of furniture was no ordinary item; its Rank wasn't low, either.

But after establishing some sort of connection with him—and his surroundings—the moment he sat down, he felt no other special insights.

Unfortunately, the gift-giver still hadn't shown their face to explain things, leaving him to rack his own brain.

Judging by the Chair's design, it seemed a bit out of line with the Red Moon's usual style; it was hard to say if it was a direct creation of its power.

Was it condensed from the impurities left over from digesting Emperor Yasui? Given to him simply because it had no use for the item?

That actually seemed plausible.

He remembered Yasui Tokiyuki himself stating that not only was his Tier 2 state flawed, but he had also consumed a lot of messy garbage.

That brought him back to the core question. What was the Red Moon's purpose in sending him this thing without an instruction manual...

The next moment, Fu Qian thought of something. Raising his hand, he looked at a ruby Ring and activated its second ability—one he had rarely used since obtaining it.

...

Homecoming. Upon use, it could instantly return him to the Half-Step Moon.

In a mere instant, Fu Qian stood within this desolate space shrouded in a blood-red glow.

The Red Moon hanging high overhead clearly noticed his arrival, its light seemingly growing a bit more intense.

But that was it. The Red Moon didn't seem too talkative today; it offered a comforting presence but remained entirely silent.

Of course, this didn't stop Fu Qian from expressing his thanks once again. A moment later, his gaze fell upon a familiar shape not far away—there was an armchair here, too.

Its design was identical to the one given to him.

The only difference was a comparative sense of unreality, as if it were merely a projection of his own Chair.

Could it be...

A realization dawning on him, Fu Qian walked straight over and sat down in the same posture.

The next moment, his vision blurred. He realized he had actually left the Half-Step Moon and was sitting right back in the Chair inside the Laboratory.

Had the Red Moon used this thing as an anchor to establish a stable channel?

Fu Qian seemed to fully understand the purpose of this gift.

...

Chief Yuan had once said that traversing space in this world was a dangerous endeavor.

So, despite having witnessed the Red Moon's ability to establish an anchor and open a door, he had never relied on it too heavily.

Now, looking at this gift, Chief Yuan's words proved more and more correct.

Even an entity as powerful as the Red Moon still chose to set up a special anchor first, all to establish a convenient channel that he could use at any time via the Half-Step Moon.

Judging from this little test, he would no longer need to trek long distances when returning to the Academy after future scientific expeditions.

He simply needed to use Homecoming to return to the Half-Step Moon, and then sit in the Chair there.

While not some extravagant boon, it was unexpectedly practical.

Its design even perfectly matched his aura as the Lord of the Rings. The only issue was—

Fu Qian turned to examine it, confirming it wasn't an illusion. Gorgeous as the Chair's upholstery was, its texture actually felt quite a bit like snakeskin.

If Professor Lisa, with her rich imagination, were to see this, it would be hard for her not to overthink it—

Excellent. For a young mentor like that who didn't respect the interim spokesperson, he absolutely needed to apply more deterrence of this sort.

Feeling exceptionally good about himself, Fu Qian settled back down securely.

Meanwhile, the presence of the research assistant directly above was incredibly distinct. He could perfectly picture Classmate Liushuang's solemn expression as they furiously scribbled away.

The operation of the Laboratory was finally getting on track!

Letting out a long sigh and feeling deeply that his leadership was sound, Fu Qian settled in to enjoy this peaceful night with a clear conscience.

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