Eldritch Horror Theatre

"Surprised? Unexpected?"

As the old gentleman stared in shock, Fu Qian—forced to reveal his true face—curled his lips into a friendly smile.

Truly a top-tier confrontation mission. He could run into this caliber of player just grabbing a coffee.

Without a doubt, the mad scene in the Cafe was this man's doing.

And this person wasn't just a transcendent—his Rank was quite high. He felt like a Tier 4 at the very least.

Of course, because of that exact fact, the old gentleman was visibly terrified.

With the gap of an entire tier, the loss of his mask's concealment, and the fact that Fu Qian was no longer actively hiding it, the old gentleman could surely sense a trace of divinity.

"Name?"

The next moment, Fu Qian blinked and posed the question in a very gentle tone.

The moment he snapped out of his daze, his first reaction was to open his mouth wide and let out a silent shriek.

This shriek was aimed solely at Fu Qian. It instantly whipped up a storm in his mind, tearing and battering at his consciousness.

Quite a fierce mental attack.

Fu Qian marveled, not entirely surprised by the technique.

Given the plague-like spread of the revelry, this old gentleman was obviously highly skilled in this field. Put simply—a Psychic Type.

And while the move was fierce, the old gentleman clearly didn't expect it to actually take down a Demigod. He just wanted to stall for time and buy a chance to escape.

So immediately after the shriek, he bolted without hesitation, trying to use that split-second advantage to escape this unforeseen danger.

His body was quickly enveloped in a faint glow, his presence dropping to an absolute minimum, as he darted agilely toward the Cafe entrance.

But just as the old gentleman's hand was a mere ten centimeters from the Gate of Freedom, he found he couldn't take another step forward.

Immediately after, an immense force yanked him from behind, lifting his body uncontrollably into the air.

Horrified, he looked down at his body and discovered several black and red tentacles wrapped firmly around his waist and legs.

"Impossible!"

The next moment, staring at the excessively young face beneath the mask appearing before him, he squeezed a desperate gasp from his throat.

"Even a Demigod couldn't possibly brush off my Soul Blast without reacting!"

"Soul Blast? That's it?"

The young man responded with a look of utter disdain.

"Sorry, but I've seen blasts far worse than that."

Fu Qian wasn't just talking big.

After Wen Li left yesterday, he had spent a tremendous amount of effort dealing with the mental brand Liliana had left in his consciousness.

That was the final survival instinct of a Demigod, left behind in infinite despair.

Compared to the old gentleman's Soul Blast, it was the difference between an R-18 film and SpongeBob SquarePants.

There was a saying about acquired tastes—once someone got used to something intense, it was very hard to go back to something mild.

Of course, this didn't mean his Mental Resistance had seen any significant growth because of that experience.

If boosting Mental Resistance were that easy, the transcendents of this world would have long since hired people to repeatedly blast them.

In reality, what Fu Qian's special experience had increased was his tolerance.

For example, a Mental Shock was like a sharp knife. When it stabbed, it still went just as deep and hurt just as much.

Fu Qian's improvement was simply getting used to the fact that he was being stabbed.

He still felt the pain, but it didn't stop him from backhanding the attacker in return.

So, the escape technique the old gentleman was so proud of hadn't bought him any opportunities. In fact, due to a strategic error, it only made him fall prey even faster.

"What exactly are you? A Night Watcher?"

The old gentleman stared at the tentacles extending from the other man's sleeves, his emotional state turning highly unstable.

"I know the Night Watchers of Dunis inside and out! They absolutely do not have a Demigod like you!"

At this moment, he felt the world was completely absurd.

Everything had been under control. How did ripping off a mask suddenly reveal a Demigod? The worst part was that there had been zero warning signs beforehand.

"They say as people get older, they become more mature and steady."

Unfortunately, Fu Qian didn't answer his question.

"Do you want to reconsider what you should be saying right now?"

...

"Camus, my name is Camus!"

In less than two seconds, the old gentleman deeply reflected on his current situation and hurriedly roared out the answer.

"Very good. Age?"

"...175."

"Are you sure you didn't give me your height? Gender?"

"Isn't that obvious? ...Male!"

"Hobbies?"

"Symphonies and painting."

After a few questions, Old Man Camus was clearly much more cooperative.

"That's more like it! What are you doing here?"

...

"My patience is limited."

Seeing Old Man Camus visibly hesitate, Fu Qian added with a smile.

"I received a summons from the Council... requiring me to arrive here before tonight. I'm not sure exactly what we're doing yet."

The man instantly yielded, readily accepting good advice.

The Council...

That word left Fu Qian briefly lost in thought.

"The Origin Council?"

"...Yes."

"Then I can understand why you were guarding against the Night Watchers."

"So what were you doing just now?"

"I'm on the Night Watchers' wanted list. My movements were exposed when I entered the city, so I needed to find a way to create a distraction and slip away."

After answering quickly, Camus continued.

"I believe that for a figure like you to appear here, you must have plenty of secrets of your own, and you don't want to deal with the Night Watchers too much either."

"And I can confidently tell you that this area is already under Night Watcher surveillance. It won't be long before troublesome people show up. If we continue this standoff, we'll both end up in trouble."

"That actually makes a bit of sense."

Fu Qian nodded, acknowledging Camus's words.

"So, where is your meeting address?"

...

Seeing that this mysterious Demigod wasn't anxious at all, Camus felt a wave of despair and quickly rattled off an address.

"I've told you everything you wanted to know. Can you let me go now?"

He asked cautiously.

"Take a guess."

Fu Qian countered with a smile.

"I think your stance is already obvious, but I'll still guess... you will..."

In the face of Fu Qian's question, Camus's tone suddenly grew dark and profound.

And along with his words, the tentacles Fu Qian had wrapped around him actually began to loosen bit by bit.

Not only that, but slits even tore open along the tentacles, revealing black eyeballs of varying sizes.

"I don't know what kind of thing you are, but young people always suffer from arrogance."

The next moment, Camus's voice echoed directly inside Fu Qian's mind.

"What made you think a transcendent who has lived for 175 years wouldn't prepare a means of self-defense?"

"Even against a Demigod."

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!