Eldritch Horror Theatre

Original Sin Sage?

It sounded like an intellectual.

Quite fitting for my temperament, actually.

Faced with the prompt before him, Fu Qian nodded with feigned solemnity.

The illusory images in his eyes were already beginning to dissipate. Clearly, the final ripples of the Starry Sky Prism were fading.

So this was the only reward from this trip?

Fu Qian looked at the nameless trait in his hand.

Compared to his previous rewards, this was clearly something else.

And the conditions just to see it were undoubtedly harsh.

From that angle, the post-fusion Original Sin Sage felt a lot like a hidden class.

It had been quite a while since he advanced to the Demigod Realm; it was about time to end his career as a blank slate.

Fu Qian quickly made his decision.

Staying a blank slate inevitably restricted his actions.

More importantly, it seemed he had no other choice.

The traits he had painstakingly accumulated over the past days had all been burned through just a moment ago. Who knew when the next one would come along?

So, how should he fuse with it?

Fu Qian weighed the object in his hand, recalling the description of the Mist of the Abyss.

The next moment, he simply opened his mouth and tossed it in.

His review: it melted in his mouth.

The instant this bizarre trait entered his mouth, it became completely formless and intangible.

A split second later, an indescribable serenity spread across Fu Qian's body.

Every cell in his body seemed to rapidly fall dormant, taking his consciousness with it as it faded into nothingness.

In an incredibly short span of time, Fu Qian lost all spatial awareness of his body, unable to distinguish between any of its parts.

Even the concept of his ego seemed to diffuse, sliced up and scattered into every single cell.

That sensation of being completely isolated from time and space reappeared, thoroughly permeating his being, as if he had transformed entirely into that special black domain.

Fortunately, this eerie state did not last long. The next moment, Fu Qian felt pinpricks of starlight surfacing from within his body.

The starlight swiftly converged into lines, weaving together in an indescribable manner.

Guided by this force, his dormant cells began coalescing and reviving according to an incomprehensible logic, turning active once more.

Like a blank disc being burned with data.

For a fleeting moment, Fu Qian seemed to understand the true meaning of a blank slate.

It wasn't until his heartbeat echoed once more that his drifting consciousness finally consolidated.

So this was what picking a major felt like?

Fu Qian clenched his fists and looked at the prompts appearing before him.

[Original Sin Sage]

[All things in creation are burdened with sin yet remain ignorant of it, while the Sage derives power from comprehension.]

It seemed like a completely different concept from the Goddess of Sins.

Power from comprehension. Was he finally going to transform into a man who fought with his brains?

Fu Qian nodded inwardly and continued reading.

[Judgment: When attacking a target harboring original sin, you will ignore their defense.]

[Guilt Established: Targets attacked by you harbor original sin.]

Huh? The vibe was a little off!

Fu Qian's eyebrows twitched.

[Insight: Consume the target and temporarily acquire a portion of their abilities.]

...

After reviewing the three skills he acquired from solidifying his form, Fu Qian had to admit this was quite unexpected.

They were certainly powerful, but the style was completely off—a massive departure from the Sage he had imagined.

First, two of the three were passive skills.

Furthermore, combining Judgment with Guilt Established meant he ignored the defense of absolutely every target. That felt a little strange.

Especially Guilt Established. No matter how he looked at it, it overflowed with the domineering arrogance of "you're guilty because I said so."

And acquiring abilities through consumption... So this was how a Sage learned?

Though, to be fair, he did use that move quite often before.

Overall, this new form was simply—fantastic!

For a moment, Fu Qian felt incredibly satisfied with the choice he had made.

For one, with the boost from his new abilities, his damage output would undoubtedly jump up another tier.

At the same time, the aesthetic of picking up a book only to smash it into someone's face fit his style perfectly.

Fu Qian finally felt that the hundred-plus points of SAN Value he had spent, along with the several collectibles he had lost, hadn't gone to waste.

Speaking of which... Fu Qian thought for a moment before striding deeper into the Warehouse.

Was the main body actually gone too?

A moment later, he returned empty-handed, finding no trace of 1-005.

It seemed that with the Void Erosion Scepter shattered, this source of power had vanished right alongside it.

Now that he thought about it, a similar situation had occurred once before.

Fu Qian pondered in silence, recalling another item he couldn't find after completing a task.

The time he was thrown into that Painting World, during the task where he dealt with the Cosmic Pretty Girl.

In fact, Fu Qian had specifically investigated it later, but he never found any area resembling that place.

That place and the world where he acted as the Bookstore Owner were clearly not the same one.

And this time, the Furnace gave him the exact same feeling.

The common denominator between the two was that they were far more chaotic than this world, practically hanging by a thread.

So, had something interfered with him last time as well?

No wonder that bizarre pick-one-of-two reward had appeared.

There was definitely something fishy about that completed Demigod Ritual!

If he had actually chosen it, there was no telling what might have happened.

Sure enough, a man just had to have confidence!

Although he had no clues yet as to who was messing with him, it was of no major consequence.

Of course, the greatest harvest of this trip was undoubtedly Edral's Notes.

Certain past speculations had finally been confirmed this time.

And if the Warehouse had pulled in more than just one person from his world, then the Bracelet and the Mirror he encountered earlier were very likely the handiwork of some "predecessor."

However, he had been here for a while now, and he hadn't found the slightest trace of anyone else existing in the Warehouse.

He wondered if all those people had run into trouble and died in the line of duty just like Edral, or if the Warehouse possessed some strange power that prevented them from crossing paths.

In any case, the Warehouse clearly held many more secrets.

[Thank you for your work. You may rest early this week.]

Right in the middle of his thoughts, another prompt appeared.

Oh? If he remembered correctly, he had only worked for three days this week.

Considering the severity of his workplace injuries, were they letting him rest early as compensation?

Fu Qian had no objections to such a humane policy.

Although he had only carried out three tasks this week, the intensity was truly off the charts. He had even nearly failed to return from one.

Taking a break was perfectly justifiable.

The only problem was, where should he rest?

...

"Hey, hey, this is bad, Fu Qian!"

An urgent voice rang in his ear. Fu Qian opened his eyes and looked over, seeing Tan Ying's face riddled with anxiety.

She was acting entirely out of character today, wearing an elegant, simple long dress. Paired with lightly applied makeup, she looked gentle and soft.

"What's wrong?"

Fu Qian asked without a change in expression.

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