Facing an Ancient God for a Year - Chapter 433 - Chapter 433: Chapter 433: Servant's Needle (26)_1
Chapter 433: Chapter 433: Servant’s Needle (26)_1
Because it was merely a loose gathering of people, the Monastery didn’t have strict gatekeeping.
Fu Qian didn’t exert much effort and found his own room again, merely minutes having passed.
Rosetta’s room was just next door, not far away, but Fu Qian didn’t rush to set out.
Because he noticed right away that the room’s door was wide open, and someone was already sitting inside, waiting.
Without any hesitation, Fu Qian stepped directly into the room.
“Mr. Fu seems to be in much better condition,”
Niwali’s tall figure, like a wall in the darkness, had eyes that were exceptionally bright as he spoke to Fu Qian in a very calm tone.
“Mainly, I have to thank Rosetta for her help.”
Fu Qian showed no sign of surprise as to why this person was in his room.
“Of course, I should also thank you, Mr. Niwali, for taking me in.”
“You also seem to be in much better spirits.”
“Did you know me before?”
Fu Qian’s words piqued Niwali’s interest.
“It seems we share the same attending physician.”
Fu Qian pointed at his head.
“Of course, please don’t doubt Dr. Kelly’s professional ethics.”
“I just happened to flip through some medical records.”
“It looks like you have completely gotten rid of any trace of manic syndrome, which is good news.”
Hmm?
Niwali looked at Fu Qian, fell silent for a moment but then shook his head.
“Mr. Fu must be mistaken.”
“I indeed sought help from Dr. Kelly, but it wasn’t related to manic syndrome; it was because of anxiety.”
“And even if it was anxiety, I’m much better now as well.”
“Is that so?”
Fu Qian paused for a moment and then, somewhat annoyed, slapped his head.
“It seems my problem hasn’t improved much, I still can’t tell fantasy from reality.”
“Distinguishing fantasy from reality? I do have a piece of insight on that—does Mr. Fu want to hear it?”
After hearing what Fu Qian said, Niwalis revealed a profound and unfathomable smile.
“Oh? Please do tell.”
“The insight is quite simple: if you have no way to distinguish fantasy from reality, then they both are reality to you.”
“That sounds somewhat Zen, but isn’t it a bit too idealistic?”
Fu Qian questioned with a look of surprise.
“How could that be, this isn’t idealistic at all.”
Niwali’s smile didn’t lessen.
“For instance, right at this moment… You can try using the weapon you’ve hidden away—”
Bang!
Before Niwali could finish speaking, a gunshot rang out.
At his request, Fu Qian drew his gun and pulled the trigger about thirty centimeters from the man’s head.
The muzzle flash lit up the entire room in an instant.
However, in the next moment, Niwali was still sitting there unharmed.
Bang bang bang bang!
Fu Qian didn’t wait for him to speak and fired two more shots each at his head and chest.
Yet after the gunshots, Niwali was still sitting there, without a scratch on him, a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.
This time, Fu Qian saw it clearly—in the instant he had fired, Niwali seemed to have disappeared on the spot for a moment and then reappeared again.
“It is indeed you, isn’t it!”
Fu Qian didn’t fire his last bullet; instead, he casually sat down after putting aside his gun.
“Yes, it’s me. Besides, you seem calmer than I expected.”
Niwalis readily admitted.
“Just following your advice from earlier. Since it’s impossible to differentiate, might as well accept it openly.”
Fu Qian conversed as if it was normal, as though he hadn’t just fired five shots at someone moments ago.
“So, did you arrange all these things?”
Fu Qian gestured around him.
“Yes.”
“If I’m not wrong, you can freely traverse any world, just like what you did just now?”
“Correct.”
“Did you see me the moment I arrived here?”
“Exactly, considering my control over this nightmare, tracking someone I’ve seen is quite easy.”
“So you had the patience not to punch through me right away.”
“That’s because I was curious about what your true purpose was for coming here.”
“So does Rosetta know about all this?”
“Of course, she doesn’t. However, at the same time, she’s an essential condition for sustaining this nightmare.”
“That’s along the lines of what I suspected.”
There was a clicking of Fu Qian’s tongue.
“So, Rosetta’s and her friend Bernard’s delusional disorder, did you cause that too?”
“Unfortunately no, but I did discover their talent.”
A fervent glint flashed across Niwalis’s face.
“I researched it for a long time, through years they were unaware of.”
“That Golden Needle?”
Fu Qian was quick to react.
“Correct, that’s my masterpiece. Memorable, isn’t it?”
“Indeed memorable, but on reflection, it doesn’t seem to match the description. Is it really the effect of the Golden Needle that keeps Rosetta in such a seemingly stable state?”
Fu Qian furrowed his brows, as if deep in thought.
“You’re quite sharp. No, Rosetta’s use of the Golden Needle has nothing to do with her stability. In fact, it’s a matter of my will alone.”
“But at the same time, her actions are crucial to sustaining all of this.”
Niwalis seemed quite entertained by the conversation.
“Stumbling upon them was a mere coincidence at first.”
“But I quickly realized the incredible concept they embodied.”
“After meticulous observation and testing, I found a possible reason.”
“Their innate talent, although manifesting differently, had never truly vanished but had transformed into an imperceptible state at some point during their growth.”
“They seemed to have completely lost their talents, but that state enabled them to connect with some very special existence.”
“A type of special concept so high-ranking it could almost transcend dimensions, causing distortions in reality, creating nightmares almost indistinguishable from reality, like random bubbles in a vast world.”
“These bubbles are fleeting, and ordinary people can hardly observe or capture them.”
“Only Rosetta and her kind, through that special connection, can randomly traverse them, which causes them immense suffering.”
“After guessing this, I spent countless efforts and very precious materials, and finally, I created that Golden Needle.”
“The after-effect of Rosetta using it is akin to marking her own will as a beacon, pulling these bubbles towards herself, allowing them to envelop the surrounding world steadily.”
“As a result, this extraordinary existence was finally captured.”
“And at this moment, I am the master of this nightmare.”
Niwalis spread his arms wide, a look of ecstasy on his face.
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