Eldritch Horror Theatre

Facts proved that it truly was hard to change one's nature.

Even when treating Fu Qian to coffee on someone else's dime, Bernard's attitude remained as terrible as ever. He refused to say a single extra word. Fortunately, Fu Qian felt exactly the same way.

After killing a considerable amount of time, Fu Qian finally ended the "pleasant" conversation and took his leave from the man's little shop.

When night fell once more, he returned to the museum.

Bypassing the entranced staff, Fu Qian familiarly slipped into the excavation site.

The area below looked exactly as he had left it. The mentally unstable museum staff had clearly failed to notice the new entrance.

Unlike his previous visit, as he looked at the empty space before him, Fu Qian knew exactly what was hiding there.

Ding, ding!

Without wasting any time, he pulled out the Bell and gave it a gentle shake.

Bang!

In that exact instant, Mercy opened fire in Fu Qian's hand.

As flames erupted from the muzzle, the Golden Cup and its intricate vortex patterns went flying.

This time, it didn't disappear.

It spun through the air, crashing into the opposite wall and bouncing a few times before Fu Qian caught up and effortlessly snatched it.

Looking down, he saw that a hole had been punched clean through the cup.

A wisp of formless, ethereal light slowly flowed down from the hole, as if the cup were bleeding.

It seemed he had broken it.

Fu Qian gave a slight nod. For safety's sake, he avoided touching the leaking substance.

Even so, as the ethereal light dissipated, his surroundings began to feel psychedelic, and he started losing sensation in his own body.

However, having survived the colorless curse, he had built up a certain degree of resistance to this sort of thing.

The next moment, Fu Qian sensed something. He looked up and saw an eye slowly opening in midair.

The eye had no physical form. It gave off a bizarre sensation, like a voyeuristic gaze tearing straight through space.

This thing really challenges the imagination!

Fu Qian watched the scene without changing his expression.

Soon, a second eye appeared, then a third... More and more eyes materialized one after another, and without exception, every single one of them locked onto him.

Standing at the center of their collective gaze, Fu Qian felt his skin begin to itch slightly. A long-lost sense of instability seeped through him.

This is a specific trait, a trait just like the Mist of the Abyss!

The moment realization struck, Fu Qian noticed a bloody line slowly tearing open across the back of his hand.

And it wasn't just there. As the countless eyes flickered before him, Fu Qian felt tearing sensations erupting all over his body, and his mind grew muddled and sluggish.

I can't wait any longer.

Fu Qian carefully gripped the broken cup, making no attempt to throw it away. At the same time, he pulled out his newly acquired second cup.

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!"

Without hesitation, Fu Qian let out a roar and hurled the Golden Cup in his hand.

As the Golden Cup spun, its patterns seemed to come alive, echoing the sky full of eyes before it smashed right into the middle of them.

In an instant, the myriad of eyes twisted into threads, tumbling and converging upward until they vanished without a trace.

Before the Golden Cup could hit the ground, Fu Qian shot forward like a bolt of lightning and snatched it out of the air.

It really is easy to use.

Studying the fully formed Holy Grail in his hand, Fu Qian felt extremely satisfied with how convenient it was to operate.

He could feel that the cup in his hand had undergone a qualitative change.

The formless threat from moments ago had transformed into something materialized.

Meanwhile, in his other hand, the ethereal light continued to pour from the broken cup, and the sense of illusion and unreality was only intensifying.

Caught in this double pincer attack, Fu Qian felt for the first time like he might fall asleep at any second and plunge into an inescapable dream.

I definitely can't take the train like this. Good thing I only bought a one-way ticket.

The next moment, Fu Qian brought a hand to his face and directly tore off the Emissary Mask.

This was the escape method he had planned out well in advance.

I'm in single-life mode right now. I can never be too careful.

If I ever run into a troublesome situation, I'll just use the Warehouse to isolate myself.

Facts proved that this move was as effective as literally pulling the plug.

Almost instantaneously, Fu Qian felt his mind clear.

At the same time, the chaotic illusions scattered, and the Warehouse appeared before his eyes once more.

Did the leaking stop?

Fu Qian immediately looked down at his hands, confirming that both cups were still there.

Not only that, but the ethereal light was no longer flowing from the one with the hole punched in it.

As if bound by some invisible force, the light rested securely inside the cup.

Inside the other cup sloshed a dazzlingly radiant liquid. Countless tiny, sparkling eyeballs drifted within it, making it look like a miniature galaxy.

Did the Warehouse's effect cause the trait to be extracted?

Fu Qian studied them for a moment before placing both cups next to the Mist of the Abyss he had obtained earlier.

They actually looked quite similar.

Unfortunately, because they weren't obtained as mission rewards, he couldn't see any system annotations for them.

There's no way I'm drinking something like this casually.

The problem was that with the traits extracted, both cups seemed to have lost their supernatural properties.

I went through all that trouble just to get two materials with completely unknown uses?

For a moment, Fu Qian felt the urge to feed them both to the Starry Sky Prism.

Wait a minute!

But the next second, the word "feed" sparked an idea.

His fingers twitched, and he slipped Lucid Dream off his hand.

This was one of the very first items he had ever acquired, and he had used it to accomplish quite a few things back then.

It was just that, compared to his current fully armed state, the Ring was clearly starting to fall behind in power.

Fu Qian brought the Ring close to the intact Golden Cup.

Judging from the sensation he had experienced earlier, the power of this trait seemed connected to dreams.

He wondered if he could use this method to force the system annotations to appear.

While deep in thought, Fu Qian opened his fingers, and the Ring dropped straight into the cup.

In an instant, the gemstone upon it erupted with a brilliance so dazzling it felt like it might explode at any second.

Yet, some invisible force seemed to be helping it hold together. Although it constantly hovered on the brink of shattering, it endured.

Conversely, a mysterious connection formed between the Ring and the liquid submerging it, and the liquid began to be siphoned back into the gemstone.

By the time the light faded, the liquid inside the cup had vanished, leaving only the Ring lying quietly at the bottom.

Fu Qian reached in and pinched Lucid Dream between his fingers. As he focused his attention on it, lines of text appeared.

[Name: Lucid Dream]

[Type: Ring]

[Description: A ring condensed with the power of the mind and Nightmare. Upon activation, it pulls targets within a certain range into a shared dream. The rules of the dream are dictated by you. Souls that are not strong enough will be unable to break free, even if they realize they are in a dream.]

[Note: It is said that the deepest Nightmare can trouble even a Deity.]

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