Facing an Ancient God for a Year

I wonder if I can help a little with the fear of aging that plagues those elderly folks.

Under the Tyrant’s might, the Dream collapses without any room for maneuver.

Returning to the office, Fu Qian, who had already returned to his normal size, sighed accordingly.

Although not quite sure why his target had such stringent habitat conditions, there was no doubt that the dream just now was filled with emotions unique to the elderly.

A lifeless vitality, a dark tone flowing from those nearing the twilight of their years, interconnected to form a Sanctuary of Withering.

Perhaps that’s why that mysterious creature chose that place? Or was it born from there?

Actually speaking, it should now be called that mysterious creature.

Fu Qian looked behind the office desk.

The owner of this office was certainly still here.

But coming out this time, the old man was not surprised by Fu Qian’s reappearance.

His eyes, which needed lenses to function normally, had been decisively discarded at this moment.

In their place was a pair of eyeless orbs opened between the skin and muscle.