Eldritch Horror Theatre

As the saying went, stay true to the initial resolve to achieve the final outcome.

Even though ripping out that kidney had been thoroughly exhilarating, Fu Qian hadn't forgotten the primary objective of this operation: relying on himself to find an opportunity for advancement.

Based on his previous understanding, after helping him rapidly advance to the Demigod Realm, the Warehouse was in poor condition and temporarily lacked the power to weave his next path of advancement.

In response to this situation, Fu Qian's strategy was simple: create an opportunity and lend the Warehouse a helping hand.

This train of thought stemmed from Brother Patches's inspiration: if he could steer the situation into a specific, required state, the Warehouse could be drawn in.

He essentially needed to set the stage for it to perform.

After briefly evaluating the circumstances, Fu Qian realized that Yasui Tokiyuki, who was bound to come knocking, presented an exploitable opportunity.

If he assisted in killing a Deity and entered the Warehouse with the body of a god-slayer, wouldn't the Warehouse step in to link up with that kind of karma?

It was the very definition of a mutual pursuit.

Now, it was time to find the Wisdom of the Deity.

"I'll try my best."

Amidst his thoughts, Fu Qian gave a deadpan nod in response to the Madam in the Red Dress's wild fantasies and turned toward the pool.

The Wisdom of the Deity should be inside.

Given his recent experience with this "water," going down to search for something would inevitably leave him covered in gashes.

That was a minor issue. The real problem was that a single glance revealed absolutely nothing. Could it be another visually indistinguishable crystal like before?

Knock, knock!

Just then, a knock echoed from the only door in the room.

Someone outside was tapping with a steady, unhurried rhythm.

"Ignore him."

The Madam in the Red Dress immediately stifled her laughter and spoke to Fu Qian.

"But we need to hurry, or he'll come in."

"Alright."

Suppressing the oppressive pressure radiating from the knocking, Fu Qian said no more and quickly surveyed his surroundings.

Based on his previous conversation with Su Gao, the core of a Divine Emissary's advancement ritual was to use one's own divinity to connect with the essence of the corresponding authority.

The title "Wisdom of the Deity" sounded very fitting.

Returning it to its rightful owner... Did the rightful owner refer to the Deity who held that authority?

Regardless, he had to find it first.

Unfortunately, even under such bright lighting, he couldn't see a single trace of it.

While the pool wasn't large, searching blindly by touch would be a hassle. He really might need to stitch his whole body back together by the end of it.

Wait a minute—the lights were bright.

The next moment, Fu Qian's gaze locked onto a corner of the room.

On the bare wall sat the most ordinary-looking light switch.

"If this is a projection of my own consciousness, then it should carry a bit of my personal flair, shouldn't it?"

Muttering to himself, Fu Qian ignored the urge to dive back into the pool. Instead, he climbed out, walked to the corner, and flipped the switch.

The entire room plunged into darkness instantly. Only at the bottom of the deep pool did a faint, ghostly glow shine brilliantly.

Even in the dark, wisdom would emit its own light. Now that was his style.

Thoroughly satisfied, Fu Qian leaped back into the water, guided by that incredibly faint light.

...

It really was a simple task, but why was this shape so seemingly familiar?

Seemingly oblivious to the fresh cuts on his body, Fu Qian inspected the prize in his hands.

He wasn't just imagining things. The item he had dredged up from the pool floor was a human skull missing its lower jaw.

Because it was completely transparent and crystal clear, it had blended perfectly with the "water."

And its shape was strikingly similar to a reward he had once crushed—something called the Carnival of Wicked Desires.

So the Wisdom of the Deity was the wisdom of gazing upon a Deity?

It was a bit of a mouthful, but an interesting phrase.

"You found it so fast. Give it to me."

As Fu Qian admired it, the Madam in the Red Dress leaned in, eagerly making her demand.

Aren't you a little too impatient?

Studying her blurry features, Fu Qian made no move to hand it over.

"Hurry up!"

The Madam in the Red Dress couldn't wait any longer and actually reached out to snatch it directly.

"No rush."

Fu Qian easily dodged her grasp.

So the Red Moon is the original owner of the Wisdom of the Deity?

Did my previous fanatic behavior allow me to glimpse her path to godhood?

Though that makes some sense, she is clearly not in good condition.

If I really became a Divine Emissary under her command, I feel like I'd inevitably end up squashed into a fleshy meatball one day.

But if I don't give it to her, are there any other options?

The pool that slashed me up should be the manifestation of the Nameless Frenzied God. If I hadn't taken out the Wisdom of the Deity, it might have been handed over to him when the countdown ended.

The problem is, he is even worse off than the Red Moon. He went completely insane a long time ago.

"You're hurt again. I'll stitch you up."

Having failed to get what she wanted, the Madam in the Red Dress suddenly shifted her demeanor again.

Showing absolutely no negative emotions, her tone even grew softer.

As she grabbed Fu Qian, her fingers brushed up and down his body, and his countless gashes were instantly stitched shut.

...

It really is a hard decision.

Sighing internally, Fu Qian no longer cared about those minor details.

So despite exhausting all clever schemes to forcibly uncover the path to becoming a Divine Emissary, are they all crooked paths?

Isn't this road to godhood a bit too rugged? Is this why all the ancient Deities went mad?

Yasui Tokiyuki did mention that after advancing to a Divine Emissary, he could barely maintain his human form. It seems he wasn't an isolated case.

Right now, if I have to choose between the two, the Red Moon seems slightly more reliable—wait.

The next moment, Fu Qian suddenly looked toward the door, realizing something strange.

The knocking there hadn't stopped since it started.

Even though he had no idea who it was, he felt zero curiosity. In fact, he felt a subconscious rejection. That was far from his usual style.

After a brief thought, Fu Qian turned around and looked at his own reflection in the pool.

It was indeed his own face, yet it felt indescribably awkward.

So that's how it is. Fu Qian experienced a flash of enlightenment.

That genuinely wasn't his style; it was Yasui Tokiyuki's style.

Before putting on the head cage, he hadn't been corrupted by just two Deities.

Even though he had maintained the Pseudo-God Incarnation effect the entire time, Yasui Tokiyuki had still influenced him, just as he had done to Sybil.

Although Tokiyuki hadn't forced him into a position where he had to kill Su Gao, nor had he manifested a physical form like the Red Moon, he had still affected Fu Qian's subconscious judgment.

Worthy of Emperor Yasui's swan song. By comparison, this was true mental pollution.

...

Without another word, Fu Qian walked over and opened the door.

A figure wearing a White Mask stood quietly outside.

From head to toe, the figure was identical to him, save for the distinct, divine majesty radiating from it.

Immediately, Fu Qian knew that it was himself.

In truth, when he wore the Sweet Dream Head Cage, there had been four entities related to the status of a Deity within his consciousness.

The Pseudo-God Incarnation hadn't ended at that time, so he counted as one himself.

And now... how did that saying go again?

"If I have to choose, I choose to worship myself."

Accompanying that line utterly brimming with chuuni energy, Fu Qian handed over the Wisdom of the Deity.

[Current quest completed.]

Amidst the prompt, the scene before his eyes shattered into pieces.

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