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[Task Evaluation: Abyssal Walker]

[Ignorance leaves one like a captive farm animal, yet knowing too much invites madness.

Through a long process of cultivation, special individuals will inevitably emerge, though whether the cultivator discovers them is uncertain.

The source of corruption and distortion has finally vanished, and this land has returned to peace.

Humanity's exploration of ancient secrets has never ceased, but any ambition and confidence require matching strength as a foundation.

By accepting a commission beyond their capabilities, the exploration team met with disaster; ultimately, only two escaped.

The only consolation is that their employer also died on the spot.]

[Kills: Serpent-Man, Singing Girl, Corrupted Doll]

[Rewards: SAN Value +34; inspiration +5]

[Current SAN Value 178; Current inspiration 51]

[Play event recap?]

In the Warehouse, Fu Qian listened to the series of prompts ringing in his ears.

Upon his return to the Warehouse, the abnormalities in his body had fully recovered, including the previously solidified Demigod Form.

His murderous desires had vanished, and his fractured mind had healed. The massive contrast left his thoughts feeling clearer than ever before.

Come to think of it, this seemed to be the first time his SAN Value expenditure had actually outpaced his gains!

A Cup of Abyssal Mist?

This special reward instantly drew his attention.

The word "mist" immediately brought to mind his previous harvest from the pit.

Quickly scrolling back through the rewards, he found the item named Mist of the Abyss.

[Name: A Cup of Abyssal Mist]

[Type: Trait]

[Effect: After drinking, the Demigod Form will solidify into a Calamity Knight]

[Note: This process is irreversible]

It really was just a single cup?

Fu Qian examined the object that had appeared in his hand. It was a massive, pure silver chalice, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, its surface covered in intricate, esoteric patterns.

Inside the chalice, a dark red mist—so thick it was nearly liquefied—swirled and lingered, yet it never drifted out.

Just glancing at it made a sense of malice surge in his heart. This was clearly the very substance he had found in the underground tunnel.

He had just been thinking that losing those thirty-plus SAN Value points was a bit of a waste, but he hadn't expected the item to be issued directly to him as a reward.

Moreover, according to the description, it was very simple to use: just drink it down.

Truth be told, the combat power of that previous form was quite impressive, and the flesh abilities of the Thug had been retained and even advanced.

However—

Fu Qian swirled the chalice, ultimately deciding not to rush it.

The reason was simple: drinking this stuff seemed to cause a drop in intelligence.

That constant, omnipresent urge to slaughter had left a deep impression on him. He didn't like the feeling of having his emotions manipulated.

He would keep it as a backup for now. From the looks of it, he would have access to far more than just one trait anyway.

Given the nature of this thing, however, storing it would be troublesome.

Having made up his mind, Fu Qian realized another problem.

Even buried so deep underground, it had distorted its surroundings to a terrifying extent. If he left it at home... it would absolutely create a picture of hell.

He couldn't take it back!

But could he just leave it here?

Would it be gone the next time he came?

Speaking of which, it would be great if he had a place to store things.

Fu Qian looked at the shelves not far away, wondering if he could clear a spot on them.

Unexpectedly, the moment the thought arose, the space next to him warped.

The next second, an elegantly designed long table appeared out of thin air.

This... Fu Qian subconsciously reached out and pressed his hand against it, finding it cold to the touch.

After confirming it was solid, he tried placing the chalice on top of it.

Looking at the chalice sitting steadily on the table... it felt like something was missing. Shouldn't there be a chair?

Before the thought even finished, a quaintly styled chair appeared on cue.

This worked too?

Then if he brought in a computer and ran an Ethernet cable, wouldn't he be able to game here forever?

Reality proved his wishes were a bit too optimistic.

No matter how hard Fu Qian imagined, he couldn't conjure up so much as a computer mouse on the table.

Forget it, he couldn't force things. Having this set of furniture was already convenient enough.

Fu Qian quickly gave up on his attempts and directly activated the Imprint on his hand.

Leaving the Warehouse and returning to his living room, Fu Qian immediately took out the Blasphemous Embrace.

He had always worried that keeping this thing at home was unsafe, but now he could put all similar items straight into the Warehouse.

Just as he was about to activate the Imprint and head back, a tsunami-like wave of shouts suddenly echoed in his ears.

"Are they going crazy?"

For a moment, Fu Qian thought he hadn't taken off his Fool Tree Circlet.

He was already mentally prepared to hear the calls, but had this group forgotten to take their medication today?

Setting down the item in his hand, Fu Qian noticed that the loudest voice among them actually belonged to the long-absent Pei Yanqing.

Who knew she was this wild on the inside, considering how quiet and gentle she usually was?

Fu Qian focused his attention on Pei Yanqing's ball of light, soon realizing he had wrongly blamed her.

She looked perfectly normal, sitting leisurely on her bed and binge-watching a show. No matter how he looked at her, she didn't seem emotionally agitated in the slightest.

Something wasn't right!

Fu Qian frowned, realizing the problem was not simple.

Come to think of it, there were an especially large number of people today.

Within the flickering lights around him, every single voice was far louder and clearer than before, yet the content of their words was nothing special.

But if there was no issue with them, could this abnormal situation be stemming from himself?

Fu Qian looked down. He hadn't drunk the Mist of the Abyss, and his current condition was almost identical to earlier...

Wait, it seemed it wasn't entirely without difference.

Fu Qian began to take inventory of his harvest from this task.

He indeed hadn't drunk the Mist of the Abyss, and his SAN Value had even dropped, but at the same time, one thing had increased—inspiration.

This attribute, whose function he had never quite figured out, had steadily increased after almost every mission, and now it had crossed the fifty mark.

Up to this point, the effect of inspiration had seemed to merely let him occasionally see things that others couldn't.

Could it be that increasing it to a certain level started affecting this world as well?

This wasn't good news!

He had to remember that inspiration grew after almost every completed task.

Wouldn't these noises just keep getting louder and louder over time?

Moreover, it only increased and never decreased. Compared to this, even his SAN Value was easier to manage.

Fu Qian pondered for a moment, then grabbed the Blasphemous Embrace off the table. Ignoring the multitude of calls, he directly activated the Imprint on his wrist.

...

Returning to the Warehouse once more, he was relieved to find the table and chair still there, with the silver chalice sitting securely on top.

Placing the Blasphemous Embrace on the table, Fu Qian walked deep into the Warehouse and found the Emissary Mask.

Wasting no time, he directly put the mask on his face.

He had something he needed to verify.

The next moment, the scenery shifted, and Fu Qian woke up on the Bookstore Second Floor.

He didn't get up immediately, but instead leaned back against the bed and sat for a while.

For a full twenty minutes, Fu Qian still didn't hear a single noise.

The increase in inspiration didn't cause him to hear the calls in this world as well.

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