Chapter 2318: Chapter 2313: Wish of Oblivion

It is said that to achieve something in philosophy, one must either be so idle that it’s unnerving or so troubled that sleep eludes them.

Therefore, Fu Qian had high hopes for Madam Sunny standing before him.

After all, based on his understanding of the former state, she could be said to possess both attributes.

Ultimately, on this beautiful winter day, Fu Qian chose a relatively difficult question.

"Do you want to know that you’ve already died..."

For Sunny, this question was even more challenging.

Becoming an Oath Taker means becoming the literal pawn of the Divine Beings, asserting "the self is dead," which theoretically isn’t wrong.

Thus, this statement obviously has a significant impact and triggers doubts about Professor Fu’s identity.

"I... don’t know..."

Her expression became even more rigid, yet after staring for a long time, Sunny still did not question the identity of the person before her.

Could he be a mysterious Guide, could he have met her before...

Instead, in the next moment, she shook her head with difficulty and focused on the question.

"Knowing yourself even less than outsiders, imagine that scenario, it is indeed an unpleasant experience... but that doesn’t mean the truth would necessarily feel good."

Not even a simple perfunctory response, Sunny quickly delved deeper into explaining her thought process for answering.

Of course, her thought process was chaotic, fully reflecting the answerer’s state of confusion.

"Understood—"

Listening attentively throughout, Fu Qian nodded after she finished speaking.

"So, you don’t want to know."

...

Professor Fu’s comprehension, obviously, continued to have an impact.

However, despite Sunny’s disbelief, his demeanor was calm and assured.

Having just reviewed the insights shared by the Jade Soul Master, which proposed that language is full of inaccuracies.

So how could one obtain a more correct answer by only referring to what is spoken?

Saying that Sunny doesn’t want to know is not a subjective assumption. In fact, from the start, this lady had already given a clear answer—she did not question her identity.

The atmosphere was somewhat to the mark since his arrival was peculiar; his attitude wasn’t very stern, and he even brought up such a suspicious question.

However, despite such an atmosphere, Sunny, in hesitation, still refused to ask anything about the Wasteland.

If he were really the Guide, he could have eliminated her long ago, confirming there’s almost no life-threatening danger at present, which she could ascertain.

The only motive for not asking is the desire not to know.

That’s right, only a few can honestly face their inner self.

Sunny’s reaction can be said to be entirely consistent with her behavior of staying here, delaying going to the Academy.

In contrast, Lady Nepheli made a completely opposite choice.

Not only wanting to know but actively seeking.

Igniting the self with the Fire of Madness, entering a painful and cruel countdown... leaves one truly curious about what plans lie ahead.

"You’re right... I actually don’t want to know."

Amid Fu Qian’s musings, the party involved, Sunny, upon being prompted, clearly engaged in deep reflection.

And at a certain moment, she opened her mouth with difficulty, finally confessing her cowardly side.

"It’s okay not to want to know, who can guarantee that what others tell you is true?"

Yet, Professor Fu, whose momentum was thriving, spoke once again astonishingly upon hearing that, his viewpoint swinging back and forth, confounding others.

"...Not even you?"

As the victim at the forefront, Sunny took a moment before bravely continuing to question.

"No."

Fu Qian shook his head.

Tragedy doesn’t mean correctness; resorting to extremes easily is never advisable.

No matter how peculiar recent events have been or how resolute Nepheli has become.

The scenario of the Doomsday is, for now, only a possibility, far from being confirmed or refuted.

"Thank you for the hospitality, wish you a wonderful day."

And even before Sunny could recover from this elusive situation, Fu Qian already placed the cup back on the table and stood up to leave.

"You’re leaving...?"

Such a decisive move clearly took the host by surprise.

This thrilling morning, was it really ending just like that?

It seemed Sunny never expected she would be let off so easily.

"Yes, there’s a line of projects waiting, the tranquility here is a stolen luxury."

Professor Fu appeared honest as he spoke, already heading out with a sigh.

Mentioning work, he displayed a demeanor of busyness and fulfillment, capturing both the bitterness and happiness.

Reflecting on it, aside from the unspoken subtext earlier, this brief exchange indeed felt like stealing a moment of leisure.

Just taking a morning stroll and sneaking in a cup of coffee at a neighbor’s place.

"Alright, farewell..."

Such rich atmosphere suddenly had Sunny stepping into character, bidding farewell slightly stiffly.

And in her gaze, Professor Fu never looked back until he was far away.

...

Respecting others’ destinies, Dragon King’s follower Sunny had already made her own choice.

Since she is so unwilling to part with this mundane life, Heaven’s Commencement Institute won’t force anyone into submission.

Not performing any catch-and-release tactics, Fu Qian truly returned straight away, even seriously taking the same transport he came by.

Thus, on this ordinary morning, appearing more like an office worker.

Sunny’s attitude could be said to be not surprising.

But it was rather strange not to find anything unusual about her.

And from the conclusion drawn, it could be said to match recent observations well, adding a magical touch to the world.

Even this single point, having arranged for her to come to the Academy, was already worth the ticket.

The next step is merely to wait for the Burial Scroll to cool down, then find time for another close look to see what unfolds.

As for what to do if today’s visit scared her away—where else could she run?

Finding peace of mind is no easy task, not to mention the neighborly relations here are so harmonious, the city’s atmosphere positively vibrant.

On an old tram, observing the visibly younger passengers, Fu Qian directly removed the Messenger.

Even during his commute, he was working.

...

[Warning, Leakage Incident]

A familiar place, a familiar notification.

In the cold winter, the stability of the warehouse was heartwarming.

[Name: Wish of Oblivion, Codename: 2-013]

[Today’s work content updated, enter 2-013’s containment scene, complete re-containment]

For this week’s last attendance, the intensity seemed relatively mild.

The codename being 2, and the name even matching this morning well, containing a bit of life’s wisdom.

[Consume 1 SAN Point to start?]

[Yes]

Straightening the collar and cuff with seriousness, Fu Qian casually confirmed while evaluating.

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