Eldritch Horror Theatre

"Is it really that targeted?"

Deeply curious about the Witch's claim, Fu Qian kept his hands moving.

No matter how he looked at it, the pollution from the Other Shore's attribute was the direct result of him and the Witch engaging in their rapid flip-flopping.

Yet they had relied on it to some extent to lock onto and reach the Nightmare Corridor, only to find that their gains inside could clear that very pollution?

Was this also part of Excellency First Generation Dark Moon's plan? That felt a bit too exaggerated.

"I wasn't sure at first either, but after trying it, I found the resistance wasn't as great as I'd imagined. The state of this power is quite special in itself."

Watching the blood drip from Fu Qian's hand, the Witch shook her head slightly, seemingly leaning toward the idea that it hadn't been deliberately planned.

"How is it special?"

The blood rapidly seeped into the scroll, leaving a faint halo shimmering visibly across its surface.

The Witch had clearly weighed her answer with great care.

Before Fu Qian could ask anything else, she abruptly shifted the subject.

"I felt it."

The exchange was extremely erratic, though still not as erratic as the Pope herself.

Fu Qian nodded, looking around the empty room.

The moment she asked that question, the Witch had vanished into thin air.

Fortunately, he knew exactly where she had gone. Fu Qian turned, his gaze falling on the Deck Chair over there.

"Very good."

A moment later, a figure slowly materialized right there.

The Witch lay comfortably on it, having carefully found positions for both of her wings.

"I hope it remains useful when you return to the other side."

...

"You made a detector? Isn't something this precious a bit of a waste?"

Fiddling with the Burial Scroll in his hands, Fu Qian let out a sigh.

The Witch hadn't left; she had merely used her abilities to briefly conceal herself. Such a method was actually quite easy to guess.

It was even easy to guess her preference for this Deck Chair—but he hadn't just been guessing a moment ago.

Perception.

A sense he had been cut off from for a long time had reawakened within him.

Even when she was out of his line of sight, Fu Qian had still felt the Witch's gaze in that instant.

She truly lived up to her title as the Dark Moon Pope. Even after such a turbulent ordeal, she hadn't forgotten the main objective.

As for how she managed it, the Witch had already explained it: she had linked herself to the buried concept of the Other Shore.

"So I hope you can use it to discover more interesting things."

The Witch didn't seem to care that it was the Mother's relic; she simply offered him a smiling word of encouragement.

"Every time your blood drips on it, the buried Other Shore inside will be briefly released.

"It won't cause any harm, but it will trigger a tremor across the foundational level of the Transcendent Tier—one that not even a Deity is immune to.

"And you will receive feedback from that, if anyone happens to be watching you."

...

So, in addition to the Vision Radar, he now had a tool to detect malice?

The claim that "not even a Deity is immune" sounded a bit exaggerated, but given his extensive theoretical knowledge, Fu Qian understood the principle.

Back in the Sacred Night Capital, he had the privilege of consulting the ancient mighty entity, Excellency Blazing Rainbow, about the nature of his Divine Trait.

Specifically, how the entity had managed to instantly arrange an indistinguishable counterfeit for what was supposed to be a newly manifested trait.

The latter's explanation was that the information of a "new trait" was transmitted to the entire Transcendent Tier even before it fully materialized, which allowed for such a rapid response.

Figures standing at the very peak, like Him, could perceive that shift to a certain extent.

In fact, the moment the Witch mentioned the operating mechanism of the Burial Scroll, Fu Qian had recalled that exact conversation.

Whatever was buried wasn't simply hidden away; it vanished completely from the Transcendent Tier.

It was essentially the same concept as the birth of a new Divine Trait, just in reverse.

And now, under the Witch's manipulation, even the form was identical.

Dripping his blood onto the scroll to briefly release the Other Shore was practically a carbon copy of a Divine Trait manifesting.

As the core of this power, he was like a bat releasing ultrasonic waves to map its surroundings, though it was still a relatively passive method—

"Does it only work on targets currently watching me?" Fu Qian asked to confirm.

"That's right. After all, it essentially exploits the other party's perception. The duration is quite brief, and it can only be activated once a day."

The Witch nodded, and her figure vanished once more.

This time, however, Fu Qian sensed absolutely nothing; to him, the spot felt completely empty.

"It's quite good."

He knew the Witch was employing the trick of covering one's ears to steal a bell. Just as they had discussed, she simply wasn't looking at him right now.

And the results proved it worked perfectly—as long as she covered her ears, he really couldn't hear the bell.

Even so, Fu Qian rated the gift highly.

The value of an item lay in how it was used. For someone else, it might not mean much, but for him, its strategic value was immense.

It was practically his first beyond-visual-range tracking method since advancing to the Mechanical King of the Abandoned Prison.

In most scenarios, a brief lock-on was more than enough time to get things done.

Not to mention, if most opponents were targeted by the Tyrant, they'd hardly have the nerve to try covering their ears to steal a bell, would they?

Even a usage interval of once a day was more than generous.

For someone with as many enemies as him, randomly using it to probe for hostility might even carry the same thrill as fishing.

...

"It's about time."

Seeing that the Knight was so satisfied with the gift, the Witch was visibly pleased.

Upon reappearing, however, she didn't continue the topic and simply offered a reminder.

She even clapped her hands as she spoke, and the scenery before their eyes shifted—turning into two chairs, for example—

Silently, the two returned to the top floor of the Church, where the Witch was already settling into her seat.

"It really is about time."

Fu Qian glanced down at his own body.

His wound healing remained as slow as a standstill, even though it had briefly improved a moment ago.

Theoretically, with the Other Shore buried, the Bookstore World's pull on him would improve considerably, allowing him to stay here a little longer.

However, the Witch clearly hadn't wanted him heading out with an item of unknown effectiveness, insisting on an on-site test instead.

Besides, in that state, he might have had to make another trip to the Nightmare Corridor.

Given that he had just turned the place upside down, she probably hadn't wanted him provoking those heavyweight prisoners again so soon.

"Here, I'm returning this to you."

Fu Qian didn't stand on ceremony; he tucked the scroll away and handed over a Bone Chain.

For the Witch, this item obviously shared a close connection with her.

Considering he could give it back at any time, and given his myriad of enemies, it was best if she kept it herself.

"Alright."

The Witch casually accepted it, but then noticed the Knight's gaze was lingering on the Small Doll near her hand.

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