Chapter 2106: Chapter 2101: Reciprocal Visit

Of course, it’s not overflowing with mercy; it’s all just academic.

And reassuringly, with the help of this rare opportunity, the witch finally helped herself figure out the ins and outs of the past mission.

Though it seems there are still two lingering issues.

Firstly, who killed Him? Leaving only a corpse on the Other Shore.

The nature of such authority is notoriously tricky. Could it have been an event from the Long Night?

Secondly, the witch just asked about the faith structures within—what’s the deal with them?

This special effect of gathering, similar scenes have been seen on the Wasteland side, but they are much milder.

The cause truly provokes contemplation.

Of course, those are topics for later; time is running out.

"Time is running out. Do you have nothing else to say? I will slowly figure out your condition when I return, but at least you should tell me the specific process of how you became like this?"

Feeling that her analysis had helped, the witch smiled and watched the knight ponder, then reminded him after a moment.

"You’ve also learned how to use this thing, so you need to keep finding food for it and provide me with an anchor point.

"However, next time, I might not be able to manifest so smoothly, so maybe you’ll still need to shoot an arrow, and even then, it might just result in a conversation."

Indicating that the current situation was truly rare, the witch stared at Fu Qian’s face, awaiting his response.

Continue devouring summons? It sounds a bit evil.

As for sharing the cause and effect of these changes, indeed, it seems very necessary—but—

"No need."

Fu Qian shook his head.

"Hm?"

The witch slightly frowned.

"Help me find that handprint, and make it appear as much as possible in my field of vision, can you?"

Fu Qian pointed to his eyes.

...

Instead of finding an anchor point for you, it is you who will find it for me.

Descending requires strength; this time, I’ll do it.

Long before realizing the effect of the sacrifice was so ideal, when the witch directly descended in the flesh, Fu Qian already had an idea.

Unable to hear the witch’s voice was due to the loss of Extraordinary Perception.

Unable to lock onto his own mark in that world and use Extreme Hunger Infection was also due to the loss of Extraordinary Perception.

But now, being able to hear the witch’s voice was because she bypassed the process of perception and appeared directly, breaking the boundaries herself.

So, could she go further and help him see that drop of blood?

Of course, there’s much worth sharing, but once there, there’s plenty of time to talk.

Even many guesses related to the Dark Moon are worth seeking answers in that world.

"Sure... But are you sure? Your side effects are bigger than mine."

The knight seems prepared to go back with her.

The witch understood Fu Qian’s thoughts, but still earnestly reminded him.

"No problem, being stronger isn’t it?"

Fu Qian confidently patted his chest.

"Hehe... Alright."

Without much persuasion, the witch raised her head with a light laugh.

Moments later, in the night sky, a dark red mark slowly appeared on the Dark Moon, shaped like a handprint.

It’s truly impressive, the Pontiff’s might.

Though not clear, as if separated by layers upon layers of space-time.

But undoubtedly it is my Ink Treasure and has really entered the field of vision.

As Fu Qian praised in his heart, he unhesitatingly locked onto it and activated Extreme Hunger Infection.

Other Shore, space-time, barriers... all concepts rushed forth.

...

Isn’t this the legendary conjugate intervisit?

The Pontiff finally visited the Bookstore World, while he went to her origin to seek the picture within the picture.

The endpoint is in view, yet not in this world—a truly alternative sensation.

But for Fu Qian, who has experience operating, the process was smooth.

Preparing the stuff in advance, this time without needing great effort to maintain a Mythical Form, he just had to be himself.

Even this true self was more complete and solid than the Mythical Form—though too solid indeed?

At a certain moment, accompanied by a familiar loud noise, Fu Qian distinctly felt the process of his body leaping out and landing, along with fragments falling overhead.

Though the operator is no longer the same, the rigidity of Extreme Hunger Infection remains.

Transforming into a worm must emerge from underground; the standard procedure was not omitted.

Indeed, the scene before him is familiar—an art gallery.

The layout of the building, even the paintings hanging around, easily helped Fu Qian recall numerous memories—it was the destination of the last Extreme Hunger Infection.

The plan to have the witch help bring the endpoint to him, thus skipping the step of Extraordinary Perception, seems to have been a complete success.

And because of the witch’s control, there was even a small improvement: this time, he penetrated not the lowest foundation of the gallery but a floor.

Now looking up, the painting imprinted with his blood handprint is just steps away.

Not only did he arrive smoothly, but even more precisely positioned compared to last time.

And yet this wasn’t the only change—without rushing to touch his Ink Treasure, Fu Qian instead looked down.

Regarding his clothes, the series of encounters these days were truly unbearable for textiles and had already turned to ashes.

But compared to last time, the damage to flesh was much reduced.

Remembering the previous arrival, the body was being torn apart so much that it felt like organs would separate; this time, though there are many scars, bones and flesh are still connected.

Is the complete form of the Tyrant so terrifying? Or did the mechanical reissue sacrifice Inspiration for higher strength?

It seems hardly a bad thing no matter what—it’s just unfortunate the armor sent by the Red Moon cannot be summoned.

Slightly regretting, Fu Qian surveyed the surroundings, recalling the gallery’s layout—next moment, he directly turned and headed downstairs.

...

I remember there was one.

Moments later, upon arriving at the destination, Fu Qian was quite satisfied with his memory.

The venue not only displays paintings but also has a complete set of full-body armor in front of him, though it’s more artistic than practical.

Obviously made of metal, yet not only are the lines smooth and adorned with exquisite patterns, but even the material seems woven for visual effects, thin like silver threads.

As for the head, it’s completely unarmed, directly resembling a top hat shape.

Still, that’s no problem—protective effects are least needed for Fu Qian; style is enough—

"Looks nice."

Proving a hero thinks alike, as soon as he put it on, the Dark Moon Cult Leader Niel Glegorya walked out from the side, and while carefully examining, she also gave a positive review.

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