Eldritch Horror Theatre

He had made quite the breakthrough in scientific research lately.

While Eldest Miss Wen silently digested her joy, Fu Qian turned the conclusions deduced from this series of tests over in his mind, finally feeling a profound wave of satisfaction.

At least for now, the model itself had no obvious flaws; it could be treated as a working hypothesis for further verification.

Given the situation, once matters here were settled, it wouldn't hurt to pick a day to return to the Academy.

If nothing else, those deviants at the Apocalypse Branch definitely had plenty of cases on hand to effectively verify his hypothesis.

Meanwhile, the origin of the "architecture" within those lucky individuals left much to the imagination. He wondered if the branch had any relevant experience with it.

"Mister Fang, are you going to rest now?"

As he pondered, Wen Li, whose mood was absolutely radiant, thought of something and asked carefully.

She had heard every word of Mister Fu's conversation with Chief Yuan.

"This is your night. You can be a bit more self-indulgent than usual."

Fu Qian snapped his fingers, signaling for Wen Li to follow Chief Yuan's guidance and focus on enjoying herself without worrying too much.

"I'll be staying in my original room for the next couple of days. You can come find me anytime if there's a problem."

Tossing the rest of his dessert into his mouth, Fu Qian stood up.

He was an instructor highly appreciated by Dean Casi; skipping work for a few more days shouldn't have much of an impact.

Eldest Miss Wen seemed to be in good shape right now, but her progress had been far too rapid. Furthermore, as she was a Psychic Type, any mishaps would likely happen invisibly. It wouldn't hurt to keep an eye on her here for a couple of days.

He was a reasonable man; even guinea pigs had human rights.

Besides, though Chief Yuan hadn't said it directly just now, she clearly meant the same thing.

"Okay, okay."

With those words, Wen Li instantly realized her Demigod bodyguard had resumed his post, leaving her overwhelmed by the favor.

...

[Identity verification complete. Today's work begins.]

Over the following days, Wen Li strictly obeyed his instructions, absolutely refusing to run around as she entered seclusion to digest her gains.

Even so, she had clearly left special instructions. Adopting the posture of a senior guest elder, Fu Qian enjoyed quite the lavish hospitality.

Considering how busy Chief Yuan was with official duties, Fu Qian wasn't in a hurry to discuss Ji Feng with her.

Eventually, during these leisurely days, Fu Qian's left arm finally—and somewhat unsteadily—grew back.

Though it hadn't fully recovered, it was already functional.

In light of this, Fu Qian chose an appropriate moment to start his new weekly mission.

[Warning: Leak Incident]

[Name: Color Wheel, Codename: 1-105]

[Today's work content has been updated. Enter the 1-105 Containment Scenario and complete the re-Containment.]

[Expend 1 SAN Value to begin?]

The intensity of this week's mission was quite pleasing.

Facing top-tier difficulty right from the start, the already battle-hardened Fu Qian didn't have much of an emotional reaction aside from a slight sigh.

[Yes]

With his mental confirmation, his morning exercise officially began.

[Today's work begins. Entering the 1-105 Containment Scenario.]

[Current SAN Value: 87, Current inspiration: 99]

[Select the skills and items you wish to carry.]

No ability restrictions?

Considering he wasn't at full health right now, it seemed he should prepare a bit more.

Facing the familiar prompt, Fu Qian pondered for a moment before performing his classic "select all" confirmation.

In terms of equipment, however, he didn't bring anything too flamboyant.

After twirling Mercy in his left hand, he grabbed the sedatives with his right.

As a weapon, it had a relatively friendly appearance, making it a good match for Mercy.

[...1%...5%...15%...45%...75%...95%...100%. Containment Scenario loaded.]

[This is a special place that has endured the passage of ages.

Unfortunately, under the corruption of an unspeakable evil, this tranquil land has now been rendered completely unrecognizable.

Amid the wails and roars, even time has lost its meaning.

Of course, for adventurers, this is a rare paradise.

If you can return alive.]

Suicidal heroes facing an unknown evil? Quite a classic story trope.

Listening to the mission introduction, Fu Qian clicked his tongue in marvel.

Accustomed to the Warehouse's lack of moral bottom lines, he actually felt a strange sense of vigilance toward such an overly normal narrative.

He wondered if some unexpected hardship was waiting for him during the actual operation—wait a minute, it really was quite blue.

This was Fu Qian's immediate impression as the scene before him gradually came into focus.

It wasn't the high walls, abysses, or remote wilderness he had imagined. The place he found himself in actually bore a scene teeming with everyday life.

Along both sides of a somewhat crooked road, rows of houses stood closely packed. While it couldn't be called a bustling metropolis, it was definitely not desolate.

Of course, at this exact moment, there was no sign of anyone on the streets, save for occasional bizarrely pitched cries echoing through the air.

But the most striking thing of all was that everything was bathed in a clear, translucent blue.

This ubiquitous spectral blue light wasn't blinding, but it certainly wasn't dim either; it illuminated everything with considerable clarity.

Most importantly, one couldn't even see the source of the light, because there wasn't a single star in the curtain-like sky.

"Here's another one."

Right then, a human voice drifted over from the side.

Hmm?

Fu Qian furrowed his brows and turned to look, spotting the speaker at a nearby corner.

It was a party of five—three men and two women. Judging by their demeanor, the one who spoke was likely a young man with short hair.

From his appearance, the man was quite young, looking no older than thirty.

What also drew the eye was that he wasn't wearing ordinary clothes, but a suit of bizarrely shaped Armor made of an unidentifiable material.

In fact, aside from him, the other four also sported varied and peculiar looks, not resembling law-abiding citizens in the slightest.

Greedy adventurers?

Fu Qian silently appraised them while mulling over the man's words.

"Here's another one..." It sounded like the man was treating him as one of their own. So, was this the heroes' party-forming phase?

Wasn't this plot a little too orthodox?!

"Don't be nervous. But of course, don't relax too much either."

Fu Qian wasn't in a hurry to reply, but the speaker, his face full of smiles, spoke up once more.

"I know you're special, but there's a fact you need to understand: everyone here is special."

Things seemed to be getting more and more interesting.

Fu Qian narrowed his eyes, savoring the peculiar flavor in those words.

Meeting those five pairs of scrutinizing eyes, he cleared his throat a moment later, plastering on a perfectly amicable smile.

"Don't say that. I'm just an ordinary person!"

While the words seemed to be begging for a beating, they actually carried a fair amount of sincerity.

Because, from the very first moment, Fu Qian had noticed that none of the skills he had selected were actually taking effect.

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