Chapter 1990: Chapter 1985: Mirror of Euphoria

This probably won’t work.

After just a glance, Fu Qian determined that the ever-calm warehouse wouldn’t cut it.

No matter how generous one is to employees, they wouldn’t be so reckless as to directly give away shareholder rights.

As a one-time consumable, Fu Qian wasn’t planning to waste this precious opportunity on stabbing the warehouse in the back.

Even if it worked, it might not be a good thing.

The poor state of the warehouse was obvious, and it had already been mocked more than once. Though it looked like it had an office space, who knew how much it was actually in debt.

Even if I really got into the equity structure, it wouldn’t be much different from Jiang Yuanliang inviting me to join his studio.

I’m working by contract now, going to work and getting paid on time, completing a task earns me extra income. Why would I muddy these waters?

Such an unruly thing should be used on a good day, and with care.

Fu Qian looked down at what was in his hand.

Indeed thin and sacred, the warehouse wasn’t exaggerating.

In terms of length, it’s not short, and the width of the curved blade doesn’t exceed the width of a finger, elegantly unusual, yet so thin it’s almost two-dimensional—but not transparent.

While toying with it, both sides reflected continuously changing colors, with a texture similar to the glass-like skies seen in Paradise.

However, because the color flowed like water, it didn’t seem clear and transparent, rather it felt dense like a bustling world. Besides, it wasn’t exactly light in weight.

Indeed, it was a special reward.

This impression once again reminded Fu Qian of the bubbling joy in his mind, as he recall his journey and wondered about the origins of such an item.

It’s well known that most of my task rewards come from the warehouse, so did this item come from Lord Stomach?

Logically, that’s reasonable, since it somewhat clashes with the aesthetics of Heaven, and He is clearly the losing party this time, with "pollution" being quite fitting here.

Yet the four major ignorance following it still seems a bit exaggerated for Lord Stomach.

Though the sense of oppression was strong, the prior interactions didn’t suggest Lord Stomach was so overbearing.

But if it wasn’t Him and it was from Paradise, that would feel even stranger.

Counting up to now, I seem to have experienced both Hell and Heaven in this world, and I can only say their styles are a bit odd.

[Today’s task is complete, you may now leave the warehouse, weekly work progress 4/4]

At this moment, the considerate reminder from the warehouse rang out, and Fu Qian finally set down the gains of this trip and then checked himself.

Oh my, it’s already the third set.

This set had only been on for a total of just over twenty hours.

What a pity, it seems I can’t change clothes just yet.

Fu Qian appraised the joyful restriction level in his consciousness and confirmed that even if Young Master Qin lived another twenty lifetimes, they’d still not be old enough, abandoning the thought of activating the imprint on his wrist.

Instead, he stood up and walked deeper into the warehouse.

...

"Let me see, 1-002..."

Talking to himself, Fu Qian quickly found the box corresponding to this task.

The size wasn’t large, barely enough to fit a human head.

After a quick measure, Fu Qian casually opened it.

Apart from finding later opportunities to explore Paradise-related matters, there’s no reason to ignore this clue right here—hmm?

Fu Qian reached out and took out a mirror with a golden edge.

Yes, it really was a mirror, even round in shape, though the craftsmanship was quite average.

Fu Qian looked at his reflection, it was clear, but a bit distorted.

Of course, he didn’t think that grand Paradise would fit into this box directly; it seemed more likely to be a symbolic mark given earlier situations.

But isn’t this mark, in a way, a bit cheap?

Fu Qian flipped it over repeatedly, not finding any intricate ornaments.

But that didn’t mean there were no gains—the mirror felt thin and sacred.

Indeed, similar adjectives as "World Poison," matching visual perception with special hues reflected between manipulations.

At first glance, if it weren’t complete, one might think this special reward was chipped off from above.

The instinct was right, this Paradise component seemed a bit complex.

Very good... Such a quick gain clearly left Fu Qian quite satisfied. Confirming there was nothing more interesting, he casually put the mirror back.

He couldn’t take it; he had tried before, and any item leaving a certain range would teleport back to its original place, even impacted similarly.

Closing the lid, Fu Qian raised his hand and donned the Messenger copied down previously onto his face.

Returning to the lab once more, it was obviously still quiet and empty.

Gazing out the window in the dark, confirming all was peaceful, Fu Qian stretched and turned to go upstairs.

According to the renovation requirements then, the lab leader’s resting area was extravagantly luxurious and lavish.

Though there were clothes in the wardrobe, resting a while was still sufficient, and after a brief wash, Fu Qian went to bed in tattered clothes.

...

The rare, tranquil night swiftly passed.

And being the academic leader, during such a tumultuous time, naturally there was no reason to loiter in bed.

"You’re still not up?"

Of course, Fu Qian retained the right to remain reasonable and flexible.

Resting until broad daylight, until the bedroom door was yanked open by someone.

Miss Liushuang certainly wouldn’t be so rude; the intruder was none other than Professor Lisa, with superior academic conduct.

Having rested over the past two days, her energy and spirit visibly improved, her spirited eyes fixed on the lounging Fu Qian, seemingly incredulous that this Heaven Commencement’s Temporary Leader was lazing about.

"What’s the rush, did Cass return?"

Fu Qian’s response was to sit up while questioning, reminding her to compare with the conduct of a genuine leader.

"No... I just heard that the issue at the Benevolence Institute seems to be resolved."

Professor Lisa’s arrogance instantly faltered, her voice dipped as she stated her reason for coming.

"But given the habit of that fellow, since the problem is resolved, he should soon be back."

Also, cultivated over many days, her ability to quip had grown, and she promptly snorted, emphasizing Dean of Heaven Commencement’s peculiar work schedule.

Clearly, she held little respect for the elderly man.

"So it’s really resolved? Is there anything to share in terms of discoveries? You seem to have had a pretty dangerous experience, don’t you?"

In the next instant, casually raised three questions, Professor Lisa plopped onto the bedside, gazing with curiosity.

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