Chapter 131: Chapter 130 Disorder_1
 

[Identity verification complete, today’s work commences]

Miraculous as it was, after leveraging the warehouse to solve the stone lion issue, Fu Qian didn’t dwell on it.

The possible speculations were far too numerous, and the current amount of information too scant; making rash conclusions was utterly meaningless.

Early the next day, he entered the warehouse as usual.

This time, however, he made the unprecedented discovery that there was hardly any activity within the warehouse.

There have been quite a few abnormal events recently. Does this mean I can slack off for the day?

Or perhaps knocking off work just after punching in?

Fu Qian clicked his tongue in wonder while casually checking the spot where the stone lion had shattered the day before.

Now there wasn’t a trace on the ground, not even the dust was visible.

[Warning, containment breach]

Just as Fu Qian was considering the most comfortable position to slack off in, a familiar voice surfaced.

[Name: Disorder, Code: 1-019]

[Today’s task updated: Enter the containment scene of 1-019, complete recontainment]

Was it just a little late?

And talking about surprises, are you seriously sending a Level 1 item my way just as I was about to slack off?

Fu Qian looked ahead as a mist gradually took shape; the sensation of his soul being drawn out washed over him.

[Entering containment scene for 1-019]

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

[Current SAN Points: 131, current Inspiration: 36]

Is that it?

The voice at his ear abruptly halted, and Fu Qian couldn’t help but furrow his brows.

Something isn’t right. That’s too little information!

There’s a complete lack of background introduction, but what about a task objective?

Considering the difficulty level of previous Level 1 items, Fu Qian had a foreboding feeling.

At this moment, the images before his eyes shifted, and his senses returned.

Upon opening his eyes, Fu Qian found himself in a dimly lit room.

The room was small, less than twenty square meters, and looked quite aged.

At the moment, he was sitting in one corner, on a hard slab of stone.

To his right was a door that appeared to be very heavy and made of metal.

The other three sides were covered with gray dusty walls, all devoid of windows.

Could this task actually be a prison break?

That was Fu Qian’s first thought.

For no other reason than that the design of the room was just too classical, looking every bit a prison cell.

He first glanced downward at himself and saw no handcuffs or shackles.

However… the next moment Fu Qian made an unexpected discovery.

His bare arms and hands were unnaturally pale, nearly inhuman in their ghastliness.

Is this…?

Fu Qian was a bit puzzled. This sort of phosphorescent white was almost beyond human, wasn’t it? Had he already kicked the bucket?

Thinking of something, Fu Qian rubbed his fingers against the ground.

The Air Bullet did not appear.

As expected!

Earlier, not only did he not receive any task objectives, but there was also no prompt for choosing a Skill.

The fact was that his Skills were currently inactive, meaning he was no different than an ordinary person now.

And it wasn’t just that.

Fu Qian threw a punch and found that both his strength and speed were quite ordinary; he feared he might not even match up to an average person.

This Level 1 item was really quite troublesome!

It had been a long time since he had experienced this feeling of being back at level one.

Both the walls and the floor seemed incredibly sturdy. Under these circumstances, the likelihood of breaking out through brute force was virtually nil.

Fu Qian carefully observed his surroundings and discovered that at the center of the room, there was an enormous black oil lamp.

The oil lamp had an ancient design, covered with a yellowing giant glass shade that faintly displayed blotches of bloodstains.

At this moment, it emitted a dim yellow glow; its faint light seemed as though it could extinguish at any moment.

However, it was already the room’s only source of light.

While he was sizing up the situation, noise came from the doorway, and the iron gate was slowly moved to one side.

The next moment, an exaggerated figure appeared outside the iron gate.

This person was extremely tall, not only clad from head to toe in a black robe, but also wearing an Iron Black Mask on his face.

One hand held a strangely-shaped weapon, completely barbed at its front, while the other hand held a brass-colored pot.

A prison guard? Such an eerie appearance!

Without making a single sound, the prison guard entered the room almost with a floating gait.

Completely ignoring Fu Qian, the guard turned his back, extended his hand, and lifted the heavy glass shade.

Subsequently, he raised the brass pot in his hand and slowly poured out a strand of pale green oil.

The oil lamp brightened up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In that instant, Fu Qian felt his skin turn even paler.

It wasn’t until the prison guard left that Fu Qian stood up from the ground and took two steps forward.

Almost instantly, he felt the heat in his body accelerate its departure, and at the same time, his consciousness also blurred.

There was something strange about the oil lamp!

Fu Qian immediately realized this and swiftly retreated back into the corner.

It seemed as if the object was accelerating his death.

No wonder he had woken up crouched in a corner; he must have been trying to avoid it.

[Current task has been updated: Find a way to terminate the Discoloration State]

Just then, a prompt sounded by his ear.

Terminate the Discoloration State?

Fu Qian glanced over his body, and that seemed to be the situation he was in.

The emphasis on ‘current’ suggested that there would be new tasks later on.

Unlike before when there was a direct ultimate goal, this time there seemed to be a hint of a guided task chain.

No matter, he would take it one step at a time.

Fu Qian wasn’t too troubled; having a goal was always better than not having one.

After adding oil, the lamp’s effect obviously strengthened, and even in the corner, the sensation of heat dissipating still persisted.

The exterior of the oil lamp was extremely sturdy; with his current condition, smashing it with his bare hands seemed nearly impossible.

Fu Qian looked around and went straight to another corner of the cell, sticking close to the wall.

This room could be said to be completely empty, with almost nothing in it.

Apart from himself, the most noticeable thing was another corner where a skeleton sat huddled with its knees drawn up.

The skeleton had clearly been dead for quite some time; even the surface of the bones had started to weather away.

Fu Qian squatted down to examine it thoroughly.

There was something in its hands!

Soon he noticed that the skeleton’s hands were crossed and tightly clenched, with something clasped between the gaunt phalanges.

Not wasting any time, Fu Qian reached out to try to pry the hands apart.

Ah!!!

Just at that moment, a heart-wrenching scream emanated from within the skeleton’s skull.

The dark space, the sudden wailing.

This classic horror movie scenario, a perennially effective scare tactic.

However, the scream was abruptly cut off halfway through as Fu Qian had already grabbed hold of the skeleton’s lower jaw.

Too bad I’m not the same as I used to be!

Fu Qian silently reflected.

It’s not that he was completely unscared, but since becoming a humanoid weapon, his response to threats had increasingly shifted to attack rather than to run away.

Even now, not in the best condition, that reaction was almost instinctive.

Could this be what they call the heart of a warrior?