Chapter 2876: Chapter 2871: The Limb Reattacher Finally Reattached

Does it truly possess the attributes of both dream and reality? Why does it seem rather pure?

Lord Pa Qi naturally had already vanished, and at that moment, Fu Qian gazed at the scene before him, thinking that the Deceiver seemed to have relapsed into old habits.

The broken door, rusted locks, familiar frame—after the remnants of the dream disappeared, he unexpectedly stood again before the laboratory’s entrance.

He had leapt from this very place back then, searching for the relics of the Rebirth Club.

And that wasn’t the main point; the most critical thing was that the door still existed.

The laboratory, previously ravaged into ruins, stood as if all misfortune had never occurred, unyielding at this moment.

In summary, it was as if he touched upon the fading dream from this spot, and everything that followed happened in his mind.

This contradicted Lord Pa Qi’s introduction.

Crack—

But was it truly so?

Without rushing to doubt the seasoned handler, Fu Qian patiently waited for a second.

Then, there was a subtle yet distinct sound, as if something was breaking apart.

Relying on his extensive experience with destruction, Fu Qian’s gaze instantly locked onto the nearby window.

Sure enough, the glass, which was relatively intact, inexplicably developed fine cracks.

Crash—

And the next moment, it couldn’t hold any longer.

This was merely the beginning; before the fragments hit the ground, more faint shattering sounds emerged in succession.

The once majestic building before him appeared to lose its support, subtly crumbling into dust.

So, is this how it retains the attributes of reality?

At first glance, it may appear intact, but the experiences within the dream quickly projected out upon awakening.

This former technical center of the Rebirth Club couldn’t escape destruction—how dare you mock me as if no one rebirths here!

In the midst of lamentation, Fu Qian didn’t retreat but instead advanced, leaping once more into the rubble and dust.

...

How could the years of Rebirth Club’s collection just be buried like this?

Fu Qian’s purpose was crystal clear, even coinciding with Lord Sha Ming’s commission, which was to sweep across and conduct rescue digs of the Rebirth Club’s relics.

Unfortunately, even at such a swift pace, the dream-like supernatural limbs, incomparable in the dreams, still left not a trace of remnant ripples.

As for where Lords Lu Ming and Kikuchi appeared—none?

At a certain moment, Fu Qian’s steps halted as he surveyed the emptiness below.

Indeed, upon awakening, not only were the bizarre forms like eggs and cocoons absent, but even Old Master Lu’s appearance went unseen.

Both had seemingly survived solely within the dream, vanishing alongside its demise?

Royal ambitions and grand undertakings ultimately amounted to nothing more than illusions?

Reflecting on when Lord Lu Ming first led him into this line of work, even Fu Qian felt a tinge of melancholy.

Snap—

Of course, he was never one to give up easily.

In the next moment, he snapped his fingers, and a blue light flashed from a ring on his hand.

The Clear Dream Ring, a long-unused item.

He recalled vividly the first time he utilized it in the Archipelago, suppressed by the might of the Divine Dream.

Fu Qian naturally held no sentimentality of rivers rising and falling in thirty years, the reason he acted thus was partially due to the Burial Scroll having limited time efficacy.

The other reason constituted a further method of rescue excavation.

Gone with the Divine Dream, hence unfindable in reality?

Very well, then seek it within the dream—what’s this?

This time, the Clear Dream Ring finally unleashed its potential, without bonds to restrain it.

However, amidst the unreal spreading once more, Fu Qian immediately encountered a wondrous discovery.

Old Master Lu and the others arose?

...

Does this represent "dreams must be had, however, you realize one" in its truest sense?

Reassuming command of the dream, Fu Qian effortlessly captured the silhouette not far way.

And it was easily identifiable.

Two hands, four legs, plus two beastly heads and two humanoid heads—a combination of Elder Lu and Lord Kikuchi.

Only, unlike their former tendencies to cower, this moment saw them quietly standing, a fearless aura about them.

Meanwhile, their previously scattered limbs fused remarkably tighter.

As if workers finally on duty, piecing together components.

The sensation of flesh felt considerably diminished, gaining the hardness of inanimate matter.

Regarding the original sutures, though faintly perceptible, they no longer bore that particular tint.

A blend of black and red, more like dried tendons twisted into ropes.

Last traces of First Apostle Herbert seemed utterly dissipated—didn’t they?

Fu Qian’s gaze rose upwards, meeting with the two seniors.

From their arrival till now, these two hadn’t uttered a word, seemingly disinclined to communicate.

Nonetheless, it mattered little; those four eyes, though vacant, were at least open.

Making it easy to spot, each head bore an eye radiating a crimson hue.

Anna Lies, beloved color of the Progenitor of the Blood Clan, Annalise.

Snap—

Fu Qian snapped his fingers once more.

Hmm...

The result was evident, all four eyes moved simultaneously, following Fu Qian’s snapping hand.

...

Still silent, should I worry...

As the Abandonment King with Extraordinary Perception, Night Demon, and Master of the Dream Realm, dwelling in even his own crafted dream, Fu Qian was confident that neither Old Master Lu nor the others were feigning ignorance.

Yet, if not pretending, such conduct seemed genuinely foolish.

Snap—

Fu Qian snapped his fingers for a third time, only using a different hand.

This time’s attempt showed resistance, the gaze of those eyes merely glanced before returning to its original mark—the right hand bearing Annalise’s Lie.

Truly seems like...

Even Old Master Lu and the others comprehended Lord Sha Ming, employee 001’s, realm—not a person attaching limbs, but limbs attaching to the person?

At that moment, Fu Qian clicked his tongue in admiration.

Besides the First Apostle, who else remains so interested in Annalise’s Lie?

Is it truly as I mentioned before?

The protagonist enduring quietly, erupting triumphantly in the end, commonly only resides in tales?

Old Master Lu and Lord Kikuchi turtling till the last, perhaps their greatest achievement preserved their components intact, before being overridden by sutures.

The altered gaze serves as evidence.

Of course, Mr. Herbert’s consciousness had long crumbled to debris, even should the sutures override, there remains no opportunity to converse a couple of lines.

"Herbert?"

Despite a potentially grim outcome, Fu Qian still tried speaking first.

...

As expected, there was no response.

"First Apostle?"

...

The silence persisted.

"Go and search for any residual supernatural limbs."

With no concern, Fu Qian gestured behind the bicephalous Human-Demon.

...

Silent still, but almost as soon as the words fell, the figure had gracefully activated.

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