Chapter 3004: Unprecedented Treatment

'Has he really been despised for so long?'

The surprise radiating from the Blasphemy Monarch actually made Professor Fu feel a twinge of sympathetic sorrow.

Because He was so universally detested—loathed by man and dog alike—this veteran entity seemed to have habitually treated running away as His defeat animation. He clearly wasn't used to being strongly urged to stay.

"What else? You leech off my food and drink, and now you want to just walk away?"

For a moment, Fu Qian let out a long sigh, as if to soothe that wounded soul.

Yes, Fu Qian truly had no intention of letting the Blasphemy Monarch just walk away.

In fact, during this trip to the Birthday Party, the latter had been one of his anticipated targets from the start.

On one hand, this was the place of ascension pointed to by the Mask of the Destined God. On the other, he had used the miraculous creature Huo to provide guidance on matters regarding Tier 1 rituals.

With Professor Fu as the connecting link, it was hard to say the two were entirely unrelated.

Therefore, upon confirming that the mask pointed precisely to this place, and discovering that various elements were being torn from his body and condensing into reality, Fu Qian had eagerly anticipated the Blasphemy Monarch's visit.

Not to mention, there was an even more interesting coincidence here—the mission related to Huo had taken place right outside in Loss.

Furthermore, one of the core elements of that mission was the Blasphemy Monarch developing Covenanters. It was hard to call it pure coincidence; it felt as though the Blasphemy Monarch had far deeper ties to the Birthday Party than the average higher entity.

So, if he wanted to explore the mysteries of this place, this veteran entity was undoubtedly a highly promising target.

As for the claim of "leeching off my food and drink," it naturally wasn't baseless extortion.

Fu Qian hadn't forgotten the basic mechanics behind the continuous appearance of these monsters and demons.

Regardless of whether they were strong or weak, smart or brainless, in theory, they were all products of the King of the Abandoned Prison stimulating the omnipresent corruption under the tearing forces of the Birthday Party, causing them to condense into form.

Now He just wanted to dust off His pants and leave? There was no such easy way out.

Besides, there was one most crucial point—the Blasphemy Monarch actually wanted to leave.

Fu Qian had previously noted that entities like Father's Amnion seemed to possess sheer power without brains, not even fleeing when they encountered the King of the Abandoned Prison.

Now, a counterexample had appeared. Not only did the Blasphemy Monarch have a strong will to live, but He also seemed to remember all His past grievances with the King of the Abandoned Prison.

Therefore, to Fu Qian, the more He wanted to leave, the more He couldn't be allowed to.

Such an anomalous case was far too valuable for his research into the Birthday Party.

"You really are an absolute madman..."

By now, the entity opposite him had finally realized Professor Fu's determination, looking as if His entire divine worldview had been turned upside down.

"Fine, as you wish."

He clearly wasn't one to surrender without a fight. The next moment, as if having made up His mind, the voice of the Demigod Realm puppet began to change, as if transforming into someone else—oh?

To Fu Qian, that voice was entirely too familiar.

Staring at that large face with deep interest, he watched as its features shifted and flowed, ultimately taking on the face of a certain Academic Leader from Apocalypse.

That's right. It was Fu Qian's own voice.

...

He wondered if this counted as one Qi transforms into the Three Pure Ones.

He had to admit, the last-ditch, do-or-die methods employed by His Excellency the Blasphemy Monarch truly possessed a style all His own.

While other contestants would transform into their Mythical Form, He chose to turn into His opponent's face.

In fact, this wasn't even the first time. Back when He was bluffing people at the Silver Mist Manor, He had already showcased a similar technique.

In that moment, six eyes met, and the atmosphere grew distinctly eerie. It was true that a quantitative change led to a qualitative one; with three identical faces looking back at one another, examining each other, the experience went far beyond simply looking into a mirror.

For a second, Fu Qian almost had the illusion that concepts like the id, superego, and true self were rapidly flashing by like a spinning lantern.

"Are you sure about this? I admit the resemblance is uncanny, but the size doesn't match at all, does it?"

Though, it didn't stop him from trying to distinguish friend from foe through the simplest perspective.

Gesturing toward his own neck, Fu Qian pointed out that while the other party was molding a face, He seemed to have forgotten to adjust the body size. That head looked a bit too massive sitting on His neck.

"You have a point."

To his slight surprise, the large face opposite him instantly agreed with the observation, even clapping its hands.

Logically speaking, this should have been the moment He readily accepted good advice and adjusted His proportions to be completely identical.

However, at that moment, the large face didn't change at all. At the same time, Fu Qian turned to look to the side.

Old Man Stoss, who had been completely silent the entire time, was quietly undergoing a facial transformation as well, taking on the distinct bearing of Professor Fu.

'Does it go even beyond one Qi transforms into the Three Pure Ones?' The Blasphemy Monarch truly had impressive methods.

And the thickness of this neck actually matched quite well. In the blink of an eye, only identical faces remained inside the small shop. Faced with such a bizarre sight, Fu Qian marveled in silence.

Rather than thinning a neck that was too thick, the Monarch simply found a new neck of the appropriate thickness.

After impersonating Professor Fu, it seemed the Blasphemy Monarch's mind had grown far sharper.

Of course, the symbolic meaning behind this was far from simple.

As mentioned earlier, under the Inner Demon State, Professor Fu treated the Blasphemy Monarch as nothing more than a stray thought of his own.

This banishment unfolding before his eyes was an operation carried out precisely on that foundation.

But how could the target just sit and wait for death? The Blasphemy Monarch seemed to have chosen to beat him at his own game—the prerequisite for treating Him as a stray thought was accepting that this thought belonged to Fu Qian himself.

Put simply, facing the blasphemy coming from Him, Professor Fu offered zero resistance. Instead, he chose to lock the doors and beat the dog, forcefully refining Him. This was exactly why the Monarch had cried out that he was a madman.

Since he refused to let the Monarch leave, He decided to see if Fu Qian truly had the appetite to pull off the monumental feat of a snake swallowing an elephant...

The continuous facial transformations indicated that the Blasphemy Monarch was going all out, eroding every element in an attempt to burst the one trying to digest Him.

An unorthodox battle of inner demons was currently playing out; the venue was just a bit on the smaller side.

Just like the Academy back in the day, this small shop with its strange odor was morphing into a cruel gladiator arena. Because of this, even after transforming, the Blasphemy Monarch didn't bother changing His tone to mislead Professor Fu into confusing which one was the real him.

The true contest was far more brutal than that.

One couldn't forget that the Blasphemy Monarch's greatest expertise wasn't making people lose track of their real and fake selves, but rather making them unable to distinguish which thoughts were actually their own.

A single careless move, and even the "real Professor Fu" would cease to exist.

"Some strange changes have happened to my body."

Amidst Fu Qian's silent appraisal, Stoss suddenly looked over and spoke.

"Just a little."

Fu Qian nodded.

Going from an agent of violence to an intellectual—how could the change not be strange?

"It's unbelievable, but I actually haven't lost control over it, which surprises even me..."

"It doesn't feel like that fire has vanished. Rather, it seems to have been taken away."

Old Man Stoss's words sounded increasingly peculiar. The next moment, he raised a hand, showing that no flame ignited from it.

"Yes, it was taken away."

It was already easy to discern that the change the old man spoke of wasn't his face, but the disappearance of the Flame of Frenzy.

Ever since the Mechanical Tyrant returned to the Abandoned Prison, that golden flame had indeed reverted to His mighty power.

Fu Qian nodded briefly, once again confirming his speculation.

"Taken away by whom—"

The old man stared in his direction, his gaze calm.

"By us."

In the very next moment, he and Fu Qian spoke in perfect unison, delivering the answer directly.