Facing an Ancient God for a Year

“It definitely won’t be a one!”

Facing Fu Qian’s question, Mousse almost subconsciously responded.

But for some reason, she felt inexplicably unsure after she spoke.

“I’ll take that as a good omen.”

Fu Qian didn’t say much, just watched her with a smile.

Under her somewhat solemn gaze, he didn’t hesitate, and directly threw the dice.

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As the dice landed and began to spin, it seemed as if the Tide of Spirituality surged, continuously battering the mind.

A few seconds later, the dice stopped.

A one!

Mousse stood frozen on the spot in an instant, her mind roaring.

Why is it a one?

How could it be a one?

How could it possibly be a one!

Could it be that Mr. Fu has also been affected? Or is it—

“This result really is a bit confusing!”

Fu Qian didn’t look at her and simply picked up the dice himself.

“I…”

Fu Qian’s words once again intensified the shock, and even as Mousse tried to speak, she was surrounded by a strong sense of powerlessness.

The scene before her eyes undoubtedly assailed her faith and destroyed her understanding of everything.

Fu Qian didn’t speak again, allowing her to quietly carry out the mental battle.

“So was I wrong?”

After a long while, she finally spoke.

“You’re not wrong, your very existence is the mistake,”

But before Fu Qian could answer, she had already shifted her tone, asking and answering herself.

“Impossible! If I’m wrong, then everything is wrong, you’re clearly wrong as well!”

“Perhaps, but you being wrong is still wrong.”

After a chaotic exchange, she lowered her head to stare at the dice in Fu Qian’s hand and let out a long sigh.

It seemed as if Su Gao had regained dominance.

The next moment she mechanically extended her hand, took it from Fu Qian’s side, and caressed it in her palm.

“Mr. Fu, I’m very confused.”

“I still can’t remember the specifics of the fairy tale.”

Su Gao extended a hand as if cupping spilt moonlight.

“But I suddenly really like that pattern, where you know there’s a happy ending and that it’s bound to happen.”

Her tone conveyed an indescribable yearning.

That can only mean the fairy tale’s author, your mother, hadn’t yet taken up certain bad habits, like open endings.

In the face of her soliloquy, Fu Qian thought to himself.

“You’re right, proving you’re not in a dream is difficult. Then I wonder, why can’t I be living in a fairy tale?”

“The seven Snow Whites seek their mother… Do you know the biggest advantage of being in a fairy tale?”

As she spoke, Su Gao laughed, a laugh tinged with an enigmatic sense of relief.

“That is knowing all your efforts will not be in vain!”

Hm?

Fu Qian frowned slightly, sensing something was amiss.

The next moment, she lifted her other hand.

In her palm, the dice came to a stop with a one facing up after its final flip.

The tenth time!

She had used the Hidden Thread again!

Fu Qian took a breath, realizing he had still underestimated the other’s determination.

“Are you Mousse? Have you always been?”

Su Gao, you’re really too persistent!

The chaotic conversation just now was just a performance for herself.

It was all to make herself let down her guard and take back the dice.

Throwing a one herself was shocking, but it didn’t completely throw her into confusion.

On the contrary, it made her resolve to use the Hidden Thread to verify again.

She would rather risk the danger of being psychologically parasitized, but still wanted to persist in pursuing an answer.

And to maximally reduce the chance of being stopped, she even purposefully used her other hand to divert his attention.

Who would’ve thought, I, Fu Qian, would face such a day!

Fu Qian sighed deeply as he looked up at the sky.

“Hmm.”

The person opposite didn’t even lift their head, just staring fixatedly at a spot in the palm of their hand, talking to themselves.

“It turns out I was really wrong…”

“I’m sorry, I still—”

The voice cut off abruptly, and Fu Qian looked up to see that the dice in the other’s palm appeared to be spreading countless illusory lines all around.

The negative effects of Hidden Thread had activated.

At the same time, the sky outside had also darkened.

The reflected moon above dimmed rapidly within seconds, contracting into a rust-colored ball.

In contrast, Su Gao’s body was glowing intensely with light, making it impossible to look directly at him.

He really is popular!

Within ten seconds, his own mission would likely be a failure.

Looking at this scene, Fu Qian first shook his head.

“But—” he hummed.

“Did you get my approval?”

Blood went flying!

The next moment, without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed the dice in Su Gao’s hand.

In an instant, hundreds of invisible blades sliced across his arm.

The wounds kept splitting open and then closing; by the time Fu Qian’s hand was on the dice, the stark white of bone could be seen.

But still, he held onto the dice with his bony claw.

Right as he was about to take it away, Su Gao’s hand suddenly clenched tight, surprisingly strong.

“I understand, how could I take it for nothing.”

Fu Qian seemed to have anticipated this, extending his other hand directly.

But his target was not the dice, but Su Gao’s mouth.

Clamped between two fingers was a translucent, pale yellow cube—roughly the same size as the dice.

This was something Violetta had taken out from the Mouth of Truth, the sugar cubes made by the mothers of the Snow Whites.

When checking his possessions earlier, Fu Qian had discovered this item he hadn’t had the chance to use.

“I can actually imagine the circumstances under which this was made, so I can’t waste it.”

The next moment, he stuffed the odd-smelling sugar cube squarely into Su Gao’s mouth.

“Good boy, have some candy.”

The moment the sugar cube was inserted, a surge of uncontrollable sensations erupted within Su Gao.

Seizing the opportunity, Fu Qian finally pulled out the dice and completed the exchange.

How intriguing!

After everything was done, Fu Qian lowered his head to look at his spoils.

The dice in his hand was clearly more crazed than before, nearly impossible to control.

But at the same time, it gave off a strange feeling, as if through it, one could convey thoughts to Su Gao.

Was the psychological parasitism complete?

Fu Qian sighed, and without any hesitation, sent forth a thought—take a bite!

And the dazed Su Gao in front truly chewed twice following that.

Within the intensifying strange odor, there seemed to be a hint of sweetness emerging.

As she took this action, from within this nearly shattered soul, streaks of vitality surged forth.

“Now, you are one!”

Fu Qian mimicked a shooting gesture and recited a line in a low voice.

He wasn’t sure whether the sugar made by Su Gao’s mother could awaken much.

Whether it could break through the dimensional barriers and release Violetta and the others.

But clearly, within this body before him, a bloody struggle was taking place.

One soul might be annihilated at any moment, leaving nothing but a walking corpse.

The transcendence had begun; from here on, it’s all up to you.

Fu Qian took two steps back.

Of course, there was still one thing he could do.

Looking down at the marks slashed into his ulna, he took another deep breath.

The next moment, a maw bristling with fierce teeth opened on Fu Qian’s chest.

As if sensing danger, the restlessness inside the dice grew fiercer.

Pity for Fu Qian who was not affected—it was simply thrown into his chest, followed by a fierce bite down.

Soar free, swallow!

[Mission complete, containment of code 3-3119 successful]