Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Fu Qian relished the feeling of being above everyone else as the elevator slowly ascended, eventually reaching the top floor.

The entire top floor of the White Tower was the private space of Bai Jinting, housing his extremely luxurious office.

However, when Fu Qian stepped out of the elevator, there was constant noise inside, as if a group of gorillas were wrestling.

Fu Qian kicked open the already deformed door with one foot, and a gust of wind arose, instantly a black shadow rushed out.

Fu Qian didn’t dodge, but with a quicker response, he kicked the black shadow back.

A shrill scream rang out, and a white long snake lay motionless on the ground.

The head of the snake was that of a standard long-haired woman’s face.

The tail of the snake connected to a huge ball of snakes, from which another dozen heads extended, rampaging around the office.

The image of this beauty snake was a bit challenging to the imagination.

Looking at the clothes scattered all over the ground, these were probably Bai Jinting’s secretaries.

The rampaging ball of snakes was clearly attracted by the scream; they all stopped their movement and more than ten faces turned towards that direction.

The next moment, more than a dozen snake heads bit towards him together.

Fu Qian did not hold back at all, blowing them away with one Air Bullet, then started to observe the surrounding environment.

Bai Jinting’s office was spacious and luxurious, but the ball of snakes had clearly been rampaging for a while and now it looked as if it had been swept by a level twelve tornado, with overturned tables and chairs, and utter disarray.

At this moment, the most eye-catching thing was a Black Stone Screen placed in the middle.

In the midst of the mess, this screen stood there intact, quite complete.

On the surface of the screen, dense text was written from top to bottom, glowing brightly at the moment, and seemed to have a mysterious connection with the surroundings.

This is…

Fu Qian had a good memory, and recognized at a glance the contents on it, which were none other than the widely disseminated White Tower Codex.

It was said that the Codex was a work Bai Jinting took great pride in, with every rule written personally by him, and everyone entering the Ring Islands had to strictly follow it, including himself.

Putting this thing in his office, although somewhat like performance art, was understandable.

However, while everything else was in disarray, this item stood so orderly, it was a bit too out of the ordinary.

Fu Qian thought about it and tried firing an Air Bullet.

Silently, the Air Bullet dissipated the moment it touched the screen, which showed no change whatsoever.

No wonder it remained intact despite the rampage of the snakes; its existence was not normal.

“…Freedom unconstrained, where beastliness meets divinity, yet the corners outside of the rules often rely on even stricter rules to exist.”

Fu Qian remembered the introduction he got when he first entered this place, which seemed to emphasize rules.

Speaking of which, if Bai Jinting had something that set him apart, it was that he was the creator of the Ring Islands.

He built this place and personally drafted the White Tower Codex as a code of conduct.

It was these extremely broad rules that eventually made the Ring Islands what they are.

Could this be the reason why Bai Jinting was under scrutiny?

Just as when walking on the road, people don’t pay attention to ants.

But if the ants form a queue and make an Olympic five rings, then inevitably some would take interest, perhaps to take a photo or throw them a piece of candy.

The wanton indulgence and the codex that everyone must obey formed such a unique symbol.

So it didn’t matter who the King of the White Tower was; as long as it stood, there would always be a King of the White Tower.

Could it be that by destroying this thing, it might be possible to divert the attention of the entity behind it, allowing the dream to revert to reality?

Although the idea was quite a leap, without any other leads, it was worth a try.

Bold assumptions, careful verification, right?

However, it had already been proven that this object couldn’t be destroyed—direct obliteration was not an option.

Was it possible to add new content and create some logical contradictions?

Fu Qian quickly thought of an idea.

He picked up a pen from the ground and tried writing on the screen, discovering that marks could be left.

Thus, imitating the existing format, he tried adding a rule at the end—it’s possible to dirty the beach.

However, the instant he finished writing, it was as if an eraser from the Void wiped the line away, leaving it spotlessly clean.

So, content that contradicted the existing rules was rejected, and couldn’t be written down at all?

This meant that the method of creating conflicts was also not feasible.

Fu Qian thought for a moment and changed to a rule that was non-conflicting but irrelevant.

This time the rule stayed on the surface, but the dream remained as stable as before.

It seemed that such minor additions couldn’t shake its essence at all.

What could be done to change the essence of this thing?

Fu Qian’s mind raced wildly, then suddenly, inspiration struck.

Swiftly, he penned a new line at the bottom—all interpretation rights of the above terms are reserved by White Tower Company.

Almost instantaneously, Fu Qian felt something swiftly being stripped away from him.

Soon after, the space began to violently shake, and seconds later, everything before his eyes shattered with a loud crash.

The scene shifted, and Fu Qian found himself back in the stands of Bai Jinting’s location, surrounded by severed limbs and remains that had lost all signs of life.

[Task Completed, Number 2-088 containment successful]

The notification finally sounded in his ear.

It really worked?

As Fu Qian was marveling, a surge of thunderous lightning enveloped him.

Demigod Yibu had finally arrived and, upon discovering Bai Jinting’s death, struck out in anger.

Yet, the terrifying lightning ultimately did not fall upon Fu Qian’s head.

The next moment, Fu Qian disappeared from inside the White Tower, and reappeared back in the warehouse.

[Containment Successful]

[Task Evaluation: Unyielding]

[In the annual competitive festival, an assassin disguised as a participant murdered Bai Jinting, the CEO of White Tower Company, and Demigod Yibu temporarily took over the management of the Ring Islands.

Under the deterrence of the Demigod, order on the Ring Islands was swiftly restored.

However, he was much stricter than the former CEO, and no longer tolerated certain behaviors, which robbed the islands of some of their vitality, gradually becoming mediocre.

Indulgence under iron laws formed a symbol of special significance, gaining the potential to attract certain special existences.

Bai Jinting, the creator of all this, often received Inspiration in his dreams, which he used to continuously refine them.

However, your act of desecration caused its fall from grace to the Abyss.

The indestructible King of the White Tower has disappeared, leaving behind only a hollow title, without any special powers.]

[Kills: Bai Jinting, Mutant x9, Referee, Mou Yong, Taboo Crocodile Demon]

[Special Achievement: One-Life Clearance (containment completed in one attempt)]

[Rewards: SAN Points +37; Inspiration +5; Mythical Form]

[Special Achievement Reward: Transcendence]

[Current SAN Points 95, current Inspiration 31]

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