Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1162 - 1160 Work Journal

Chapter 1162: Chapter 1160 Work Journal

"Very well, Stella."

As each name was called out without any fluctuation, Fu Qian finally obtained what he wanted from that gigantic face.

"Tell me about your connection with that lady."

"I don’t understand what you’re talking about."

The strangeness was almost instantaneously concealed, as Vivian frowned very naturally.

"I’ve never heard that name before."

"Is it a mistake on my part? That would be reasonable; a name alone doesn’t explain much."

In the face of her denial, Fu Qian appeared to be exaggeratedly amiable.

"What if I add one more?"

He blinked.

"Goto Hi?"

The innocence on the colossal face instantly solidified.

...

I received two important pieces of information about the Sea of Ashes from Chief Yuan.

One was the coordinates mentioned earlier, and the other was the name of a fallen Demigod.

The information in the documents was scant, but from my subsequent conversation with Su Gao, I learned that the Demigod had entered the Sea of Ashes because he was being pursued by the Night Watchman.

Of course, this alone was not enough to conclude that the person in front of me was the fugitive.

But Su Gao also mentioned that the individual had vanished without a trace right under the eyes of a group of people.

This truly matched with the characteristics of Shattered Crown.

However, even if she was a fugitive, Fu Qian had no interest in playing vigilante at the moment.

The reason he came back was due to a guess he had when Su Gao described the situation—could the fugitive be one of our predecessors?

The reason for the disappearance was using a method similar to taking off a mask and returning to the storage?

It was this enduring guess that led Fu Qian not to conceal the wounds on his arm when he first encountered a target above the level of a Demigod in the Sea of Ashes.

Due to Dimensional Poison, not only did the wound heal slowly, but one could also observe the abnormal separation of blood and flesh.

This power, reputedly from the cosmos, should be somewhat shocking and hard to comprehend for most people.

However, Vivian’s reaction was far too nonchalant, and she even quickly proposed a collaboration afterward.

...

"Goto Hi, that’s a nice name, but what exactly are you trying to say?"

At this moment, the huge face finally spoke again.

"I have destroyed the glove."

Fu Qian directly interrupted her.

"The previous plan can no longer proceed."

In the silence, that colored tail which had shattered one of Fu Qian’s arms with a single blow stretched into a long hook shape, hovering menacingly in the air towards this side.

"Don’t be tense, take a breath, and adapt to the new situation."

Fu Qian was nevertheless indifferent to this.

"Stop trying to say things that insult both our intelligences."

...

"How did you know?"

After a while, the long hook did not sweep over.

Vivian, or rather Goto Hi, finally didn’t start with a denial.

"Scars are a man’s medals, but you were not surprised enough by this special medal of mine."

Fu Qian contentedly showcased the wound on his arm again.

"Generally speaking, a mermaid who only moves in the sea shouldn’t be so well-informed."

"You’re nowhere near a scar yet."

Goto Hi didn’t contradict him directly, finally realizing that he had been probing.

"Is there more?"

"Of course, this is just one of the three reasons."

Fu Qian raised his hand and slowly extended two fingers.

"Secondly, you are too sure that I have the means to leave, I know this is a negotiation tactic, to prevent me from bargaining too hard, but there’s a saying called empathy."

"After a round just now, I’m almost certain that you don’t know the regular way to leave this place."

"What you possess should be a simplistic, crude, unorthodox method, and you think I’m of your kind—especially after I displayed my wounds."

"Go on."

Realizing it failed to have an intimidating effect, Goto Hi’s tail had retracted.

"Thirdly, your appearance is incredibly pitiful."

However, the next moment, Fu Qian’s third reason seemed to almost make her lose her composure and lash out again.

"Despite having ascended to the status of a Divine Envoy, you can’t even maintain a human form."

Yet Fu Qian appeared oblivious, ruthlessly driving the point home.

"You seem to reign supreme in this Miracle, but in reality, you dare not step away from it for a moment, including the harsh method of escape you mentioned earlier, which you wouldn’t dare use."

"Because the moment you leave this Miracle that maintains the stability of the creatures in the Sea of Ashes, you are at risk of collapsing at any time."

"This is your prison, and even with the doors left open, without a chain, you wouldn’t dare to leave."

"Have you said enough—"

"No."

Goto Hi’s displeasure was directly interrupted, and Fu Qian continued shaking his head.

"One can tell you aren’t a fool. Without being specially targeted by a powerful force, you shouldn’t have ended up like this, and neither should I."

Fu Qian raised a third finger, deriving the final conclusion.

"Something is targeting us, something formidable."

...

Under the art of language that suppresses before lifting, Goto Hi’s emotions calmed down quickly.

The three reasons listed by Fu Qian seemed indisputable to her as well.

"I am Goto Hi."

When she spoke again, she finally admitted that she was the Night Watchman fugitive.

"It seems we indeed are of the same kind."

"But of all the names you mentioned, Stella is indeed the only one I have heard of."

"Heard of, not acquainted with?"

Fu Qian’s expression showed disappointment.

"Of course, do you know the others of your own kind?"

Goto Hi retorted coldly.

"I do, otherwise where would I have gotten these names from?"

Fu Qian answered as if it were obvious.

...

"Then I truly am inferior!"

After struggling to adjust her emotions, Goto Hi let out a cold laugh.

"Throughout the entire process, I never met anyone, and it was by a rather coincidental chance that I learned the name Stella."

"What opportunity?"

"...Work logs."

"Hmm?"

This word made Fu Qian frown slightly, wondering if the warehouse even had such rules and regulations.

"Or maybe it should be called a diary."

Goto Hi sighed.

"On the last mission, I stumbled upon an extremely well-hidden piece of paper, signed by Stella..."

"Could it be a coincidence, since a name doesn’t represent much?"

As a listener, Fu Qian was demonstrating a meticulous and inquiring attitude.

"It wrote that it was her third mission."

Goto Hi said coldly.

"Her mood was very good, not only because she helped others but also because she had smoothly ascended to a Demigod in her previous mission, thus the new mission was quite easy for her."

"And then you felt envious?"

From two missions straight to a Demigod, these seniors truly were excessive, sighed Fu Qian inwardly.

"That’s right."

"And what happened after that?"

"Then I attempted to find more journals, seeking things that could be of reference. Sadly, during this process, my methods got a bit harsh, and then I caught the attention of the Night Watchman."