Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1711: Chapter 1706: 1-011

The tranquil days are always short-lived.

At the break of dawn, the clamor gradually thickens.

Fu Qian, busy throughout the night, stretched lazily from behind the counter, surveying his painstakingly managed business.

Shangjing is truly a top-tier metropolis, the constant self-improvement spirit of its citizens is admirable.

Even at this hour, three or five customers still immerse themselves in the scent of books, striving to absorb the cultural essence.

Squeak—

There was even a push at the door, and a young, vibrant student-looking individual continued to come in.

"Sorry everyone, the store is closed."

Unfortunately, what greeted him was another kind of immersion known as corporate culture.

Leaning back in his seat, Fu Qian clearly wasn’t targeting just the young customer; his gaze swept across all the men and women, lazily shouting out.

Most people visiting the bookstore in the morning clearly lacked resistance to such corporate culture, exchanged glances frantically, and responded to the call to leave.

"Sorry, might I confirm your closing time? It’s now seven thirteen in the morning."

However, not everyone was so cooperative, especially a student not yet tainted by society.

The young man with glasses stood at the door for nearly twenty seconds, witnessing customers being chased away before finally mustering courage at a certain moment, advancing instead of retreating.

"It’s really hard to envision this as a standard closing time, so I have to suspect the earlier comment was targeting me."

Even his speech sounded reasonable and well-supported.

"If that’s the case, I won’t leave before I get what I want."

Targeting?

Fu Qian looked up at the courageous young man, under bottle-cap-like lenses were eyes with dark circles from sleep deprivation, yet still resolute.

"Don’t worry, the store’s operating norm is always treating everyone equally—the likes of no T-shirt and shorts."

Sighing young, Fu Qian shook his head.

"...Aren’t you also wearing T-shirt and shorts? Isn’t it supposed to be equal treatment?"

Clearly not expecting such a street-corner shop to have a dress code, the young man hesitated briefly but instantly reacted, attacking the shield with the spear.

And he was entirely correct.

Fu Qian followed his gaze, noticing the T-shirt with a changed pattern since conversing with Lady Cecilia.

Indeed, this was not the morning after the next day, more than thirty hours had passed since that nocturnal meeting.

And Fu Qian had already earnestly managed his business here for more than a day, even going back to change clothes.

Unfortunately, because most of the time afterward was spent stationed here, there was no time to shop for new outfits, leading the customer to discover flaws.

Of course, the young man would never know the dangers of commerce.

"You’re even sockless—"

"And socks."

As the other party further emphasized, Fu Qian coldly supplemented directly.

Young man, how would you think of debating with the referee.

...

Crack!

In the dawn breeze, the young man who ultimately slammed the door and left did not betray his ambition, learning a valuable lesson in life on this morning.

Happy hours are similarly short-lived.

Politely seeing off the customer, Fu Qian finally stood up with satisfaction, closing shop.

This day and more could be considered tranquil, without seeing a trace of any rag doll signs.

It seems everyone mingling outside understood well to give due consideration rather than continue with foolish actions.

Of course, Chief Yuan would certainly remain vigilant, while Miss Wen naturally recuperated safely under protection.

The final outcome was that, until now, the bookstore did not receive any particular visitor, everyone remained busy individually.

Meanwhile, the efforts from Greedy Worm’s side continued fervently, bringing consolation.

Ever mindful, oneself as the backstage mastermind, mustn’t slacken either.

Returning to the second floor, Fu Qian stretched his body, casually taking down Messenger.

...

[Identity verification completed, work begins for the day]

[Warning, leakage incident]

[Name: Bitter Fruit, Number 1-011]

[Today’s work details updated, enter 1-011 containment scene, complete re-containment]

Indeed, a new week brings new prospects, the first day heralds an assignment numbered one.

On this occasion, the illusion accompanying leakage exhibits notably high abstraction.

A swirl of dark hues, resembling fog or water, circled amidst numerous black pillars, covering even the table where collections were placed.

There was a particular oppressive feeling at first glance, as if everything seemed immersed in unreachable depths.

[Consume 1 SAN Point to begin]

[Yes]

Despite appraisals, Fu Qian did not delay at all.

[Entering 1-011 containment scene]

[Current SAN Points 99, current Inspiration 99]

[Select the skills and items you wish to bring]

Truth be told, the non-official SAN Point consumption recently has been somewhat high.

First, encountering a predecessor over at Xi Yuan, followed by a professional "Purifying Evil" Prison Angel after returning to Shangjing, leading SAN Points to drop below triple digits.

Fortunately, it’s comforting that this task numbered one had no restrictions.

Although based on past experience, this usually doesn’t imply low difficulty.

The key here is recent gains that remain quite substantial, under unrestricted conditions, offering a chance for testing.

One should always have eyes to discover beauty.

While contemplating life, Fu Qian skillfully selected all skills, confirming, and brought convenient items along.

Now the only regret is the attire lacks solemnity, hopefully, the warehouse will provide work clothes.

[...8%...13%...21%...34%...55%...89%...100%, containment scene loaded]

Amid the anticipation for a better future, the week’s first task formally begins.

[To attempt to fit the collective entity of impulses and desires into a symbolic self-portrait is the source of all tragedy.

For the first time in life, you forgo using any words to describe the scent reaching your nose, allowing the joy it brings to wash away all filth completely.

In the thrilling excitement, you ultimately conceive such an insight in your mind.

And this insight, in turn, transforms into an amplifier, helping that joy to continue expanding, eventually surpassing the realm describable by words.

You begin greatly regretting realizing this only today, yet feel immensely grateful for no longer being like those ignorant masses, keeping their heads buried in self-made cages.

This sensation is so sweet, enough to cause eternal intoxication, anyone interrupting it would commit an unforgivable crime—

Unfortunately, this new thought gets interrupted by a pat on the shoulder]