Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 613: Chapter 613: Uproar (37)_1 Chapter 613: Chapter 613: Uproar (37)_1 “It doesn’t seem like anything’s changed!”

When the hands of the pocket watch in his hand stepped to the calculated position, Fu Qian observed his surroundings immediately. Find the newest release on novel{f}ire.net

Nothing unusual seemed to have appeared, including the crowd frolicking in the distance, which looked perfectly normal.

However, even with this scene before him, Fu Qian still sat motionless in his original spot.

A professional taskperson would not make the mistake of blind optimism; the anomaly might already be there, but it just hadn’t been observed yet.

The spot he currently occupied had been carefully selected – his view was good, the location peripheral, not a thoroughfare to any particular destination.

The purpose was to minimize variables when the nightmare came.

So, returning to the question, where exactly was the anomaly manifesting?

While pondering, Fu Qian suddenly felt a taste developing in his mouth.

An extremely rich flavor, one could even say the ultimate pleasure for the tastebuds: the deliciousness of fresh fish.

Was this… the taste of fish?

Fu Qian was certain he hadn’t eaten anything, but the taste was so real.

The next moment, Fu Qian realized something.

He had seen a kid on the beach holding half a skewer of grilled fish and nibbling at it.

The fish, golden and crispy, was such that one glance told you the grillmaster was highly skilled.

At that moment, Fu Qian had subconsciously lamented that the fish must taste good and considered trying it if he got the chance… and then there was taste in his mouth.

Is there such a thing?

Amidst his astonishment, Fu Qian felt something and looked with concentration, discovering that the receding tide had left something behind on the beach–a group of fish of various sizes and species.

These fish were obviously still alive, thrashing about trying to escape after being stranded.

However, the bodies behind their heads were uniformly golden and crispy, enticing to the eye and likely to stimulate anyone’s appetite.

Not only was there taste in his mouth, but even living grilled fish were springing out of the sea?

Fu Qian seemed to understand the meaning of a sweet nightmare–inner thoughts could materialize, the stuff of legends where whatever you wish for comes to you.

Although the mode of appearance was somewhat horrifying, it did indeed qualify as a sweet dream.

At the same time, Fu Qian noticed that the actions of others were unaffected; even those passing by seemed oblivious to the enticing grilled fish strewn about.

These things seemed to affect only him.

Sadly, if it could affect everyone, he could simply wish to defeat the likes of Ariel, Veheler, and Hamadus in an instant, thus easily completing the task, couldn’t he?

“Hmm?”

As he was contemplating, a voice reached Fu Qian’s ears.

“It’s actually you… Hehe, I told you we’d meet again.”

The voice sounded rather familiar.

With a bit of reflection, Fu Qian recognized who it was–the Human-faced Worm who claimed to be the God Eroder.

It seemed that Brother Interlocutor had not forgotten him since they last parted.

“You appear to be in a very special state, which really delights me.”

Perhaps it had been too long since Brother Interlocutor had communicated with anyone because, without waiting for Fu Qian to say anything, he eagerly expressed his schadenfreude.

“But rest assured, my state is far from recovered, and I am not able to affect you.”

“Of course, there’s no doubt that in the time to come, I will very much enjoy being an audience member, hehehe…”

“Don’t resist, this place will soon be your final destination.”

Amidst the standard villainous laughter, this individual concluded with a sentence that was almost a curse.

…

So, does this sweet nightmare indeed relate to the Nightmare Corridor?

Regardless of the motive, Brother Interlocutor’s eagerness to express his emotions still brought valuable information.

As for whether he truly hadn’t recovered enough to only watch from the sidelines, Fu Qian didn’t care in the least.

There was no chance for negotiation and mercy between him and this being.

So, no matter what it said, he would face it head-on.

“Should I just space out now to avoid more trouble?”

After all, given the current situation, even an inadvertent thought could very likely cause something unusual to happen.

At this moment, one could even see a fish with an enormous head struggling to twist its scorched-yellow body and leap onto the embankment.

Dragging along a trail of scattered debris, it resolutely headed in Fu Qian’s direction, seeming quite interested in getting a taste of him.

The more things like this there were, the worse it was for him.