Chapter 2859: Chapter 2854: Night Demon

Indeed, it’s whoever stabs first, kills first.

Without any hesitation, when Patch retracted his hand, he had already grasped something.

The color was a ghostly blue, the surface slick, and it constantly twisted and wriggled.

The tendril was so weak, it resembled a living thread.

Watching this scene, Fu Qian was undoubtedly reminded of the glorious days of vying for the title of King of the White Tower.

It was so similar to what Old Master Lu had shown him.

In fact, it showed that the old master’s judgment was spot on; this thing was quite something.

Certainly, in comparison, Lord Pa Qi was even more extraordinary.

No matter what it was, if it could be used, it would come when called.

Neither worried about the consequences nor resorting to deception.

For example, this mass in his hand, it precisely targeted the exact part Fu Qian had indicated.

So much so that the beast head that Old Master Lu attached instantly severed its connection, instinctively wandering around, full of vitality.

And indeed, the freshest ingredients sometimes don’t even require cooking methods...

"Thanks for the effort."

With a word of gratitude, Fu Qian casually took it, letting it wander on Annalise’s lies.

Unfortunately, neither the living thread nor the glove stirred at all.

As if their appearance in the Archipelago was merely coincidence, unrelated to the Progenitor of the Blood Clan.

If that’s the case—

While playing with it, Fu Qian casually tossed it towards his other hand.

And from the palm of his left hand, two rows of sharp teeth had already grown and swallowed it whole.

The crucial elements were now largely sorted out, and the situation could indeed benefit from some Insight.

And this seemingly significant item was undoubtedly the prime target.

In the off chance a situation akin to Princess Xing’s Eyes emerged, the information gathered would be substantial.

Since the disappearance of Engraving Wisdom last time, there was still an open slot in Insight.

...

[Night Demon]

[Cursed by the Fallen Blood of the Dream Chaser, permanently becoming a Hunter of thoughts.

As long as any connection with a dream is established, it automatically enters the form of a polluter, rapidly converting it into its own.

Any dream directed at oneself will automatically summon and connect.

The original owner of the dream will be unable to recognize you as the target of their thoughts.

Being unable to shake off the foolish pursuit of old flames in dreams only leads to self-disfigurement by night]

Is there really one here?

Instantly found, instantly killed, instantly consumed; that thread didn’t even last five seconds.

Faced with Fu Qian’s astonishing actions, Patch instead seemed quite pleased.

On one hand, it was naturally due to his broad experience, merely sashimi without wasabi wasn’t a big deal.

On the other hand, as a supporter, witnessing effective execution of the first position was undoubtedly delightful.

Taking decisive action without a word, Professor Fu was seemingly focused on tackling the problem.

And under Patch’s expectant gaze, Fu Qian noted that swallowing it did indeed fill the vacancy in the Insight slot.

And what’s more, it was a passive skill.

Though its effect... it’s uncertain whether it’s positive or negative.

The name Night Demon certainly sounded imposing, but it began with "Cursed," "Polluter."

And the specifics seemed almost entirely dream-oriented, with numerous effects.

First, if understood correctly, as long as one is in a dream, it will rapidly seize control?

Initially, this might not sound too outrageous, given I’ve long engaged in similar Evil God antics myself.

But it’s the second aspect that is quite astounding; any dream concerning oneself will automatically establish a connection?

It couldn’t help but remind one of the scenes in the Nightmare Corridor, where Wen Li, Tyler, and Riet took turns dialing in.

Now, according to this new understanding, I wouldn’t even have the option to refuse?

As soon as I’m present in someone’s dream, I’ll be pulled in to play a bit part and rapidly upgraded to the main role?

There’s even another eerie point: the summoner cannot recognize me?

The comprehension is clear, it’s like adding a layer of Knowledge Barrier.

The issue is, why is there such a maliciously intent-driven Knowledge Barrier? Stressing life’s theatricality?

This last ambiguous line, though, somewhat reflects the sentiment of life’s transience.

Causing one to wonder, whose Fallen Blood of the Dream Chaser does this originate from?

It wasn’t originally like this; did it become soft and shapeless because it fell?

What exactly caused its fall? Dreams or old flames?

"How’s the texture?"

Lord Pa Qi was still so particular, allowing digestion time and waited a moment before asking.

"Seems a bit stale."

Fu Qian shook his head, responding truthfully, and surveyed the surroundings.

"What’s going on——"

The most noticeable sound was the scream of the freshly killed victim.

Coming from inside that egg, a heart-wrenching low roar appeared to express the worldview-shattering blow experienced by the person involved.

Although the scream wasn’t even from the direct victim, Old Master Lu, but his team member Kikuchi.

From this point, it seemed clear enough that they had become almost indistinguishable from one another.

"Shut up! And don’t open your eyes—are you trying to die quicker?"

Contrarily, Old Master Lu was quite composed, signaling not to act recklessly.

"That guy may not confirm our exact position, possibly just trying to startle the snake."

...

That’s why when the master isn’t around, it’s this elder who takes charge of the overall situation.

Gazing upon the arguing duo, Fu Qian sighed internally.

To be fair, this reaction was quite impressive.

Just moments after mentioning being potentially outwitted, an unexpected event occurred, this speak-into-action ability could induce a stress reaction.

But the old master instead adopted reverse thinking, managing to carve out a chance for survival against the odds.

If it truly were an anticipated disadvantageous situation, but only resulted in minor damage, that certainly spoke volumes.

In fraud, the idea is to strike fatally once the cards are revealed.

While the action appeared shocking, it seemed disproportionately resource-heavy.

Even with confidence in one’s strength, isn’t there fear the prey might go down and affect the profit?

So could it be slightly possible that the opponent’s control isn’t absolute?

Can maintain a certain connection, but can’t confirm the location.

So much so that such a means is utilized to have two people expose themselves?

At this moment, it’s better to remain motionless than act rashly, even amidst the agony of passing time, observe patiently.

In essence, Old Master Lu managed to control the situation, evolving from covering one’s ears while stealing a bell to personifying an ostrich.

Of course, he was rather fortunate that Fu Qian truly wasn’t considering "starting the snake."

"It’s indeed difficult to be fresh... is one enough?"

Regarding his response to the question, Patch admitted the ingredient’s shortcoming while worrying Fu Qian wasn’t full.

"Oh—"

However, before Fu Qian could reply, Patch’s gaze fixated on Fu Qian’s right hand.

The clearly pitch-black long glove surprisingly started to show hints of blood, as if there were a startling wound just happened to be concealed by the glove.

But the coincidence was too convenient; the blood seemed to focus only on the glove, with no trace elsewhere.

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