Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Amid the hustle and bustle of the road, a red sports car was crawling at a snail’s pace, with two soulless and dispirited faces reflected in the rearview mirror.

Tan Ying was driving the car woodenly, the air inside feeling as if it had solidified.

Then suddenly, she slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a complete stop.

Qin Mingze’s head went straight into the back of the front seat, yet he seemed unfazed, merely giving the driver a sluggish look.

Aaah!

As their eyes met, Tan Ying, as if awakened from a dream, let out a piercing scream.

“What on earth did you make me look at just now!”

What the heck just happened?

Wasn’t I supposed to be here to study the human form and incidentally check out handsome guys?

How did I end up being sweet-talked into watching a cross-dressing show! And it wasn’t even slightly aesthetic!

Tan Ying attacked her own face in a frenzy.

Meanwhile, the target of her scolding, Young Master Qin, was closing his eyes and banging his head against the seat repeatedly.

“I don’t know either, and I don’t want to know why—it’s like my brain is rejecting any information that has to do with it.”

“And if you hadn’t gotten all horny and blackmailed me, none of this would have happened. I feel like I’ve lost something important…”

“Didn’t you say your buddy was super close to you and would definitely agree for the chance to make some money?”

Tan Ying gripped the steering wheel so tightly it squeaked.

“Although this guy’s bottom line is indeed unfathomably low, based on what I know about him, he wouldn’t go as far as to sell his body for money. Posing as a nude model might be within the realm of possibility. His refusal only means he isn’t that short on cash recently.”

Qin Mingze analysed expressionlessly.

“Xiao Ying, if you want to meet a handsome guy, you should try a more normal human method. Your brother Qin can’t take playing this game anymore.”

“And don’t talk to anyone about today’s incident.”

“If you dare to bring up today again, I’ll flatten your head!”

Without turning her head, Tan Ying floored the gas pedal.

…

After sending the two away, Fu Qian sat on the sofa, examining the “Clear Dream Ring” carefully.

It was the first time he had used it, and the effect was better than expected.

So far, it seemed that once the ring was activated, everyone’s consciousness would enter a shared dream reality, and upon awakening, they would deeply believe what had transpired in the dream.

When Qin Mingze and Tan Ying woke up, they were completely unaware of the earlier anomaly and quickly said their goodbyes.

Considering their downtrodden mood, they clearly remembered what happened in the dream very well.

In the dream, as the initiator, he clearly had considerable authority.

He could freely enter and exit, and he could even set up some rules.

In a sense, he was the director of the dream scenario.

As long as the plot wasn’t too outrageous, they wouldn’t wake up.

But people like Young Master Qin were just ordinary after all. If the ring was used in containment tasks, the outcomes might not be as favorable.

Take Li Weixuan for example, someone like him would probably not be affected by this hypnotic-like effect and would likely destroy it with a single strike.

No need to think too much about it now; I’ll just give it a try when I have the chance.

Looking outside now, Fu Qian noticed that there was still time to enjoy some more sunshine.

…

[Identity verification complete, work for the day begins]

Vacations always pass by quickly.

Following the three-day old man experience card, Fu Qian put on his work badge on time, and a familiar voice came through.

[Warning, containment breach]

[Name: Evil Omen Must Die, Code: 2-103]

[Today’s work content has been updated: Enter the containment scene for 2-103 and complete re-containment]

That name… is a bit odd!

Fu Qian frowned.

Although it wasn’t a 1-beginning item and probably wouldn’t be as disgusting as the Angel of Comfort, the name still felt abnormal.

And then there were the illusions.

Accompanying the leak warning, a surreal image also appeared in the warehouse, this time of a huge tombstone. It was plain and smooth, without a single word engraved upon it.

If it is to be, so be it.

One must always look on the bright side, it’s at least a kill task.

Where to go, how many to kill, in all the games, these are the types I’m most proficient with.

[Entering containment scene 2-103: Xi Yuan City]

[…4%…6%…10%…18%…34%…66%…100%, containment scene loading complete]

[A dangerous Evil Omen is lurking, and Calamity gathers with it.

Find him, kill him, before the terrible disaster strikes.

No matter which way—

No matter if there’s a way or not!]

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

[Weapon: Tyrant’s Fist]

[Containment Achievement Condition: Find and kill the Evil Omen]

[Current SAN Points 54, current Inspiration 21]

A series of prompts flashed quickly by.

“Sir, please enjoy your meal.”

As the voice rang out beside him, Fu Qian regained his senses and surveyed his surroundings.

The light was dim, the atmosphere cozy, waiters shuttled back and forth in pairs and threes, and the sound of the piano was melodious and flowing.

And then there were the men and women dressed to the nines, dining around him, clearly placing him inside a high-end restaurant.

Fu Qian looked down at the dish that the waiter had just brought over.

Although he couldn’t determine what it originally was, the plating was exquisite, the colors appetizing, and the scent made his mouth water. Aside from being laughably inadequate in quantity, it had no other faults.

Fu Qian unapologetically picked up a bite and tasted it, contentedly closing his eyes.

This is what life’s about!

Compared to where he had been before, what were those places anyway!

Just as he was about to take another bite, the piano music in the restaurant suddenly stopped.

The next moment, a chill swept through, causing the dining men and women to scream.

In the chaos, two individuals in black uniforms stood in the center of the restaurant, scanning the surroundings.

“An emergency has occurred, lunch is over, everyone stay put and don’t move!”

Who are you?

The diners present were obviously people of some status, and immediately someone wanted to slam the table and rise, but was held down by the person next to them.

No wonder Tan Mingxue and the others developed such bad tempers, these Night Watchmen really do carry an air of authority.

Fu Qian observed the two in front.

If he wasn’t mistaken, the two fellows disturbing everyone’s meal were clearly wearing Night Watchmen uniforms.

The diners, except for a blind few, seemed to recognize them as well.

However, these two were much weaker compared to Tan Mingxue and Qi Xue.

To the current him, they were at the level of foot soldiers.

Hmph!

The foot soldier with a Poker Face seemed somewhat satisfied with the reaction of the crowd.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please don’t panic, we just need a little cooperation from you, this will be under control shortly,” he said.

“Can you at least tell us what has happened?”

A middle-aged man mustered up the courage to ask.

“You’ll know soon enough!”

The foot soldier made a gesture to his colleague, who quickly walked over to a corner of the restaurant.

A woman in fine attire was dining alone there, her back graceful and enticing, showing no reaction to his approach.

Foot soldier B also remained silent and simply placed his hand on the latter’s meticulously done hair and then gave a gentle tug.

The next moment, the head of the well-dressed woman separated from her neck.