Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Until the next day when he entered the warehouse, Fu Qian still couldn’t help but feel a bit astonished.

Who would have thought that a skill with a name as straightforward as “Decree Residue” could brainwash someone to such an extent?

Ordinary people now seemed far too vulnerable in front of him.

He would have to be careful when dealing with Young Master Qin and his ilk in the future.

In comparison, the worlds within the tasks seemed to allow for more freedom of action.

Could it be that from now on, he would only be able to travel there?

[Warning, leak accident]

[Name: Scepter, Code: 2-088]

[Today’s work content has been updated: Enter the containment scene of 2-088, complete the re-containment]

Another Level 2!

The leak warning was not surprising, but the number made Fu Qian immediately think of his previous experiences.

A Level 2 incident usually wasn’t easy to handle.

Couldn’t they give me a Level 3 for once, so I could relax and take a break?

Amidst his musings, the scene in front of him rapidly blurred.

[Entering 2-088 containment scene]

[…2%…4%…10%…28%…82%…100%, loading complete]

[This is a place many yearn for, a whirl of riches and indulgence, a haven of unrestrained revelry.

In a world of unfettered freedom, returning to one’s animal instincts coexists with an audience before the divine, yet the corners outside the rules often rely on even stricter regulations to exist.]

[Skills: Air Bullet, Visceral Critical Strike, Cat School, Feast (Locked), Decree Residue]

[Weapon: Tyrant’s Fist]

[Condition for containment achievement: Eliminate the King of the White Tower]

[Current SAN Points: 59, current Inspiration: 26]

As the string of explanatory text ended, Fu Qian regained his senses, and then there was a burst of light before his eyes.

Sunshine, sandy beaches, crystalline blue waters, and the gentle warmth of a soothing breeze.

It looked like an island?

Did they hear my wishes? Did I really get a leisurely side quest?

Fu Qian looked down at himself, noting the shorts and beach shoes, with sunglasses hanging off the collar, a perfect vacation look for the seaside.

“Sir, your drink is here.”

A soft, enticing voice sounded, and Fu Qian turned around to find a beautiful waitress dressed as a succubus, holding out a tray to him.

Blue-violet hair, delicately matching eyeshadow, and a dress so chic it exaggerated the even more exaggerated curves, with two small horns curving from her head.

Professional!

Fu Qian praised, taking the glass from the succubus waitress. It contained a blood-red liquid.

At that moment, a shadow passed over him, and Fu Qian looked up to see an airship slowly drifting overhead.

Welcome to the Ring Islands!

A line of fiery red letters was painted on the bulging hull.

Behind that line was a three-tiered tower emblem.

Is this place called the Ring Islands? That emblem looks kind of familiar!

Fu Qian remembered something and looked back toward the sea.

Sure enough, within the blue waters and sky, not even a nautical mile away from here, there stood a white tower reaching into the clouds, its shape somewhat similar to the emblem.

If he wasn’t mistaken, his task was to eliminate the King of the White Tower.

If nothing unexpected happened, his target should be there, right?

That’s way easier than last time when he had to find Evil Omen.

Is it really a leisurely side quest?

But he needed to confirm that.

“Hey, gorgeous!”

Fu Qian waved at the succubus waitress.

“Do you know who the King of the White Tower is?”

…

Hearing Fu Qian’s summon, the Succubus sashayed over, then covered her mouth and giggled upon hearing his words.

“King of the White Tower, isn’t that you, Sir?”

…

Now it was Fu Qian’s turn to be shocked.

Was the task simpler than he had thought, just sunbathe for a while then sever his own meridians and that’s it, task complete?

“Although there are so many people on the beach today, they’re all here for tonight’s competition!”

“But let me tell you a secret…”

The Succubus Girl leaned in closer, lowering her voice.

“Out of all these people, I fancy your chances the most because…”

She licked her lips.

“You look the most delicious!”

“Do your best tonight! You’re sure to become the King of the White Tower!”

Seeing Fu Qian’s somewhat astonished expression, the Succubus Girl seemed to realize something and paused before pointing out to the sea.

“You wouldn’t be asking about the owner of that tower, would you?”

“Bai Jinting, the CEO of White Tower Company, it’s rare not to know that name.

Although he usually keeps a low profile and seldom shows his face, you’ll definitely see him tonight.”

After saying this, the Succubus Girl’s gaze lingered on Fu Qian for a long time, giving him a flirtatious wink before leaving.

Not only that, but she also deliberately turned around next to him, allowing Fu Qian to fully appreciate her exaggerated curves.

As well as the strikingly small, dark red wings located on her shoulder blades at the back.

Those things don’t seem to be just for show!

Fu Qian took a deep breath.

The roots of those two wings dug deep into the skin, and upon closer inspection, there were even faint scars on her back.

If this was cosplay, then it had to be said, it was extremely committed.

As he thought about it, the Succubus Girl took a light leap forward, her petite wings instantly stretched out to about a meter wide bat wings, gliding smoothly for over ten meters with a few flaps.

They were indeed real!

This must have been done through surgery, the origins unknown, but certainly not human.

A bit crazy! Truly a place of uninhibited indulgence.

Fu Qian gained a deeper understanding of the introduction just given.

After reflecting, Fu Qian remembered what the Succubus Girl mentioned earlier.

According to her, he had signed up for a competition happening tonight.

And the winner would be crowned King of the White Tower?

And these people on the beach were all the competitors tonight?

Fu Qian looked around, and indeed, there was no shortage of people.

Men and women, old and young, with the common feature being signs of physical training on their bodies, they seemed quite capable—relative to the average person, that is.

After all, some of them didn’t seem like Transcendents at all, but more like ordinary people who happened to be strong.

If the competition wasn’t split into different levels, then it was definitely going to be a real free-for-all.

The people around all seemed quite normal, none of them bore the surgical marks like the Succubus Girl.

“What are you looking at!”

As he pondered, Fu Qian’s scrutiny quickly provoked a reaction.

A hulking brute standing over two meters tall got up, glaring over this way with a fierce and ferocious expression.

A body of bulging muscles that exuded an oppressive presence, emitting a Paramecium level of terrifying aura.

Fu Qian didn’t even bother with him, fumbling in the only pocket on his body and unsurprisingly pulled out a room card. He checked it against the picture, confirming he was staying in the hotel behind the beach.

“I’m talking to you, pretty boy!”

Fu Qian’s attitude, as if dealing with thin air, clearly infuriated the angry giant even more.

After a resolute affirmation of Fu Qian’s good looks, the brute embraced the principle of action over words and decisively made a move.

A shadow crossed the ten odd meters between them like a javelin and flew over.