Facing an Ancient God for a Year

As if entering an unattended realm, proceeding straight into an occupied room.

Using Blood Conquest, Fu Qian’s goal in traversing the Other-Dimension was straightforward: the only familiar presence in the entire building—his Number One Client, Claire, who had just found her husband missing.

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Tommy and his companion were not present, likely because after a simple visit, the matter was handed over to the Night Watchman with exceptional efficiency, allowing them to leave smoothly.

This wasn’t a bad thing; it meant they probably hadn’t been to that special room yet.

"Another drink?"

In the dim light, Fu Qian, who had lifted the Blood Conquest, sat down on a round-backed chair, grabbed a bottle of wine on the table, and greeted his opposite.

But this abrupt voice clearly startled the haggard housewife.

Claire, with her brows furrowed, had a touch more flush in her cheeks compared to their earlier meeting, and there was a bit more alcohol in her breath.

This mood could be completely understood, today’s continuous impacts were indeed a bit much, using the power of alcohol to slightly soothe was entirely normal.

Not to mention from the remaining wine in the bottle, she had just drunk that single glass in her hand.

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It’s said that when people are extremely nervous, they may experience moments where they want to scream but cannot.