Eldritch Horror Theatre

That workplace injury compensation ended a little too quickly, didn't it!

So they put on a tiny show and then dropped the act, huh?

Facing yet another task starting with a 1, Fu Qian let out a deep sigh, especially when the prompt to configure his skills appeared.

[Entering Containment Scenario 1-339]

After he quickly finished the configuration, his vision rapidly blurred.

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[As an ancient coastal city, Dunis has a history of over a thousand years. The calm waters of Dunis Bay separate it from the Ash Sea, giving this place the most peaceful harbor.

To this day, ancient traditions continue here, making it a rare paradise.

Now, a grand festival is approaching, and all of its people are ready for it.]

As the task briefing concluded, Fu Qian's five senses returned.

The first thing to enter his vision was a dark, wood-grained table.

Its excessively smooth surface and irregular dents proved the piece of furniture had quite a bit of history.

Meanwhile, the familiar aroma wafting to his nose quickly told Fu Qian exactly where he was.

"Your coffee and pastry. Please enjoy."

A soft voice spoke right next to his ear.

A hand reached over, setting down a brimming white porcelain coffee cup and a plate bearing a massive muffin.

Just as he thought.

Fu Qian looked up, watching the thick-waisted waitress walk back to the counter, then surveyed the Cafe.

It wasn't large, but it clearly had been in business for years, and it was quite popular.

Right now, it was packed to capacity with everyone from white-haired old men to youths with brightly dyed hair.

Brimming with the breath of life—was this the atmosphere of a so-called paradise?

Fu Qian recalled the details from the task briefing.

The objective of this task was undeniably clear, directly listing the final Containment Conditions.

But that didn't mean the difficulty would be low.

First of all, as a task starting with the number 1, past experience told him the risk factor was generally quite high.

Secondly, judging from both the earlier prompts and his current bodily senses, Fu Qian was absolutely certain his abilities hadn't been restricted in the slightest.

In other words, he had free rein to use his full strength.

Combining the two, it felt like the combat intensity was going to be maxed out. The risk factor was practically off the charts!

Fu Qian shook his head silently, feeling a surge of thrill.

Speaking of which, wasn't his current look a bit inappropriate?

Another issue quickly came to mind. Fu Qian raised a hand and touched his face. The texture beneath his fingers was cold and smooth.

This time, he had casually put on his Dark Moon Knight Mask.

While the mask's facial features were slightly eerie, they were still human features at the end of the day. It wasn't overly exaggerated.

Regardless, drinking coffee while wearing a mask was definitely a bit much.

Wait a second. Maybe it wasn't.

Just as he was debating whether to take off the mask and fill his stomach first, Fu Qian suddenly spotted something interesting in his peripheral vision.

Wearing a mask to drink coffee was certainly rare, but turning a Cafe into a rave seemed even more bizarre.

In just that brief moment, at the table of brightly dyed youths, one of them looked completely high. Kicking away his rattan chair, he jumped straight onto the table.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone present, the guy began dancing wildly, utterly lost in the moment.

And this joyful display was so infectious that his companions—whose coffee he had just kicked over—didn't stop him. In fact, two more of them instantly hopped onto the table.

The aged table beneath their feet immediately groaned in agony.

This sudden scene undeniably drew the eyes of everyone in the Cafe.

Clang!

The kindly-looking waitress slammed her wooden tray onto the counter and charged over like a gust of wind.

Upon reaching the table, she displayed astonishing agility. With a twist of her waist, she leaped up, instantly making it four people on the table.

Crack!

The ancient coffee table finally buckled under the weight, collapsing flat to the floor.

The four people tumbled to the ground in a messy heap, but instead of groaning, they let out hearty laughs. Each grabbing a table leg, they started spinning around in circles on the floor.

What a paradise indeed!

Fu Qian watched the deranged scene impassively, marveling once again.

Right before his eyes, he watched as people from the two adjacent tables also began jumping onto their own tables, joining the carnival.

"Hama—dus!"

Amidst the festival-like atmosphere, one of them let out a booming, full-throated roar.

Huh?

The target for this task was remarkably easy to find.

Fu Qian blinked.

This development was genuinely unexpected. It seemed our friend Hamadus was known by practically everyone here.

He thought this because, following that man's roar, the entire Cafe instantly erupted in cheers. Nearly half the patrons began slamming their tables and screaming along.

Even the man behind the counter, clearly the Cafe's owner, showed no intention of maintaining order. Instead, his face was flushed bright red with excitement.

A storm of frenzy swept through the small shop in an instant.

And this storm was so infectious that even the customers who hadn't stood up to join the rave wore expressions of eerie fanaticism.

Except for one.

Right now, Fu Qian's attention had fallen onto a white-haired elderly gentleman sitting in the corner.

His attire was meticulous, and he appeared to be well over fifty.

He had thin lips, and wrinkles crisscrossed his face, yet his azure eyes were surprisingly bright.

His expression remained completely placid. He simply kept his head down, taking slow sips of his coffee, turning a deaf ear to everything happening around him.

Only when he finally finished his drink did the man slowly stand up.

After repeatedly scanning his surroundings, he revealed a satisfied look, as if admiring his own masterpiece.

A moment later, the old gentleman fished out a few coins from his pocket, counted them, and placed them on the table.

He then left his seat, casually took a few steps through the Cafe, and unexpectedly headed straight toward Fu Qian.

"A young body is an enviable trait at any time!"

After briefly sizing him up, the man locked his gaze onto Fu Qian, shaking his head in admiration.

This old guy had a good eye!

Faced with this development, Fu Qian remained seated.

Because of the mask, the elder clearly didn't realize that Fu Qian, just like him, hadn't been influenced by the festivities.

"I'll act as a young man for a couple of days, then."

"A mask with quite a unique design. I've never seen it before."

With that remark, the old gentleman looked Fu Qian up and down a few times, then raised a hand and plucked the mask right off Fu Qian's face.

Their eyes met, and the very next second, the man instantly froze.

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