Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1739: Chapter 1734: Bitter Fruit (28)

Could it really leave no trace to such an extent? Suddenly appear out of nowhere?

Although it was a possibility I envisioned, seeing it so directly before my eyes still makes one marvel at the wonders of the world.

Hilary’s doll, identical, without any difference.

It is now clear that Dorian’s surprise was not about how the missing doll ended up in my hands, but rather when he made two of them, and one of them fell into my possession.

From this perspective, perhaps visiting the place a few more times could collect a dozen Holy Artifacts?

This could be considered the most unfathomable possibility among all developments.

Just a casual extrapolation could conjure up many mind-blowing scenes.

Yet it indeed happened.

The situation seems rather grim.

Though typically unconventional, performing some peculiar operations, Fu Qian’s first reaction to this situation that sparks imagination was extremely pessimistic.

Because, in essence, it represents the most terrifying possibility—being unable to leave a mark on the natives in any way.

Including removing transcendent items.

There is ample reason to suspect that if visited again, Hilary would still be a mask-bearing firm believer, while the Night Bride Sara would continue to quietly nurture her fetus on the recliner.

To this place, it seems as if I am an absolute transient.

It’s as though the moment of interaction with them is merely entering an overlapping parallel dimension.

And no matter what I did there, or even brought out, it has no impact on them in reality.

Then my goal is to prevent the Bitter Fruit from sprouting.

Rooted in this reality, the Bitter Fruit.

...

Changing a world you can’t even touch, the warehouse is getting out of hand.

Is it truly necessary to resort to Brilliant Tyrant for a violent transformation?

Despite the sarcasm, Fu Qian didn’t rush to do so.

Because in his estimation, it could potentially reopen an item.

Item number 1, seemingly non-real humanity, which is more fragile?

The answer to this question is obvious.

Though not yet certain why at least one native must remain.

But would it really suffice to use Brilliant Tyrant on Akons, even under the uncertainty of what the Bitter Fruit truly is.

In the end, all natives along with the Bitter Fruit disappearing might be the best outcome.

As for Mythical Form, Abandonment King?

Trying to observe the world from a higher-ranking perspective, while confirming if I still remain entirely isolated under such conditions?

Similarly risky, yet indeed a thought.

Not in a hurry either, might as well watch Brother Dorian’s performance first.

From his demeanor, Fu Qian looks quite excited about the trouble he would soon encounter.

Especially after Dorian truly accepted his suggestion, placing the second Hilary atop a behind chair.

"Great, a patient who trusts their doctor like you is truly rare!"

Using the same hand posture as holding a long cone previously, Dorian grasped the Holy Sword entrusted by Fu Qian, with a pleased expression.

But as the saying goes, a beggar can’t be a chooser, and the title of a premium patient isn’t as easy to earn.

"Here, drink it."

Right after the high praise, not even a second passed when Dorian handed over a cup of special material.

Enveloped in a particularly vintage patina, a golden-orange liquid swirled inside.

Of course, you cannot only focus on the shortcomings, the potion itself is relatively clear, allowing an effortless view of the thicker residue at the bottom.

Compared to the potion the old lady gave, the amount was considerably larger.

"Can I skip this? Your cup cleaning skills are really poor."

Fu Qian shook his head as he observed.

"Not to mention ’neither gathering into drops nor flowing in streams’, didn’t you use any detergent at all?"

...

"Haha... Of course, you can."

Upon Fu Qian’s first show of resistance, after gazing for a moment, Dorian’s reaction seemed surprisingly satisfied.

"The potion’s function is straightforward; it helps you fall asleep faster. In your case, treatment needs to start from a psychological level."

"If you can manage to enter dreams anytime and anywhere, you don’t need it at all."

Given the open cards and hidden intentions, his responses to Fu Qian’s reluctance were not unexpected, appearing victorious under pressure as if his opponent finally showed fear.

"Psychological problems, are you sure?"

Although respectful of the doctor’s judgement, his statement caused Fu Qian to furrow his brows, hinting at the blood on his clothes.

Sizzle—

Before Dorian responded, Fu Qian casually pulled another blood clot from his back.

"...Of course, curses, cries, have you forgotten what you mentioned? Physical wounds are merely superficial."

For a moment, slightly caught off guard, Dorian quickly recalled the patient’s self-reported medical history, smiling while reminding.

"That does make sense."

Though daring to question, Fu Qian clearly isn’t a stubborn patient and upon considering the doctor’s explanation, he nodded slightly.

"Then let’s start quickly—this is unnecessary."

But as Dorian offered the potion again, he declined once more, speaking confidently.

"Dreaming anytime and anywhere is something I’m quite adept at."

Jokingly, from first glimpsing dreams to becoming the Nightmare Dominator, no one knows how many major journal articles my research results could be published in.

...

"It’s best that you have such confidence."

Though the rational judgment seemed like an excuse to escape, Fu Qian’s tone and demeanor was so infectious that it even caused Dorian to lack confidence.

But since the patient was so assured, he wasn’t inclined to push further at the moment, casually placing the potion aside.

"Now, what you need to do is simple, gaze into their eyes, look into the selves in their gaze..."

At the same moment when he sat down behind Fu Qian, his voice carried a particular rhythm, akin to a psychologist guiding hypnosis.

As a professional, Fu Qian knew this was entirely theatrical.

While Dorian talked, the feeling akin to the unfolding of a Clear Dream Ring silently approached.

And indeed, ripples of a special kind began to swirl in the doll’s eyes I gazed at, even my shadow seemed to move along.

So it’s true he possesses some dream-related ability, seemingly ranked not low; but I wonder the origin of this power.

Silently feeling the vortex that seemed to tear at his will, Fu Qian mused inwardly.

Of course, it’s just at this level, it might not be easy to leave after entering, but whether or not to enter is still my call.

"Alright."

Without hesitation, Fu Qian’s will plunged into the vortex.