Chapter 2451: Chapter 2446: The Prophet Is Dead (57)

Although so far the task completion rate is quite high, the effect of "all-in" has never been triggered.

But in the patient game just now, Fu Qian never hoped for a risk-free outcome.

As long as the reward is worth it.

Ah Wei is indeed mediocre, Clown indeed has some taste, but Ji Feng is indeed mad.

In a chaotic situation, the former may not be completely without opportunity.

Of course, at this moment, it seems that Clown’s control is better.

Treating him as a tool, Ah Wei is probably the real tool.

As for when he began to fall into such a fate—

"Actually, I should thank you, it’s a really nice gift."

Fu Qian failed, so be it, this statement seems to resonate with Clown, who exaggeratedly took a deep breath and stood up in a manner that was elegant to the point of flamboyance.

"I’ve been thinking about how to start, but none of the plans I designed were satisfactory; being the mastermind is quite tedious.

"However, after discovering the arrival of this newcomer, I realized that being the mastermind’s mastermind seems to have some interest, not to mention you even tied decorative ribbons."

Decorative ribbons... This metaphor is quite fitting.

Fu Qian naturally understands Clown is referring to his impersonation, which for the latter indeed adds some fun.

And Clown’s reminiscence undoubtedly confirms Ah Wei’s essence of misery.

Was it discovered and designed from the very beginning, rather than a traitor causing chaos?

It seems like Ah Wei invited Clown to join the team, but the truth is Clown invited him?

If true, this implies a chilling question behind it—

"Perceiving the enlightenment others receive and inserting personal agendas, is this not his ability but yours?"

Fu Qian clicked his tongue in admiration.

"No choice, really too mediocre; without letting him believe he mastered some exceptional skills, he might lack the courage."

Clown held his chest, looking somewhat exhausted, but undoubtedly he acknowledged it.

"So the real enlightenment Ah Wei received here was what?"

This statement seems somewhat degrading to Wei, but upon careful thought, it seems hard to refute.

If not for this cheat, Ah Wei would not necessarily stand out with his usual style. Fu Qian felt curious about his original talent.

"He received no enlightenment, only appeared behind the door with Sophia, and naturally could stay awake."

And Clown shook his head bluntly, having no doubt about the names provided by Fu Qian.

...

That is indeed mediocre.

Even Sophia is the Mother of the Gospel to the world, but the one who loses face is Ah Wei?

Clown’s meaning is clear; apart from being born on that fireless Unseen Hillock and able to stay awake, Ah Wei has no talent.

Even if he relaxed to distribute benefits, and despite his ranking being generally higher than the local people, Old Master Ji Feng still holds no favor for him.

Is he that unlikable? Or is it due to the Oath Taker?

Fu Qian sighed, more understanding of Clown’s behavior.

It wasn’t him sharing his enlightenment with Ah Wei so that he felt the legendary "Divine Right," "Child of the Plane," or treatment like that, otherwise, the latter might truly proceed slowly.

The most wonderful thing is this method of peering into the overall situation and secretly guiding, perfectly fits Ah Wei’s comfort zone, similar to what he was doing before coming here.

In the end, the effects were superb after a seamless fit, the person directly proclaimed himself a Death Angel.

There’s a bit of truth-revealing feeling.

But in this way, Clown can even share casually without being detected, meaning that his sensitivity to this place is probably stronger than Ah Wei showed.

Is this really the true Child of the Plane?

"Got it, but you don’t quite look like a Demigod yet?"

Fu Qian sized Clown up, confirming his radar data feedback was accurate.

For a Child of the Plane to only be Middle Tier is truly a surprising contrast.

"Is it necessary? What’s the use? Might it make being the mastermind’s mastermind less easy?"

Clown laughed exuberantly, gesturing towards Ah Wei and casually asked three questions.

...

Reasonable and well-founded.

Fu Qian suddenly agreed quite a bit.

What is the use of a high ranking? This statement might sound like Versailles elsewhere but here it makes complete sense.

Who is Death Angel, naturally suspicious and secretly cultivating, just recently suffered greatly due to insufficient experience.

The same goes for being a team member, there is no peace of mind to have a Demigod instead of a Mid-level Extraordinary easily killed with a finger.

If Clown went for an "interview" as a Demigod, more vigilance would surely be provoked.

Including subsequent actions, it would definitely be more guarded.

This is the relatively mild scenario; if the original Demigod was discovered disguised as Middle Tier, the situation would be even more severe, likely direct anti-traitor action would be taken.

"If he had used a different approach just now, like throwing a stone instead of attempting to annihilate the mind, I might indeed have been crushed."

Not knowing from where he took out a dagger, Clown while speaking gestured on his face, seemingly already imagining that scene.

Is he really only Middle Tier?

On one hand controlling the overall situation, on the other readily shattered by his puppet—indeed, Clown excels in creating intrigue, as said before.

But one can fully imagine the corresponding enjoyment and rewards also multiples.

And this planning method, for Death Angel, is practically a dimensional reduction strike.

To Ah Wei’s vision, it’s completely impossible to empathize with this madness.

No matter how many tests in between, being "not a Demigod" is enough to dispel his concerns.

Click, click...

Fu Qian’s gaze fell on the stiff mummy, feeling the sorrow of fate.

Didn’t even focus more, next moment he bypassed Ah Wei, seemingly looking towards the infinite.

So Ji Feng did indeed seem very mad.

The one causing chaos was Clown, not Ah Wei; the true meaning is much more severe.

The means his introduction of both people was not the crucial part, almost as the last task completed, Ji Feng already exhibited this self-destructive tendency.

So quickly Clown such a character returned from Darkness, ready to guide destroy the spiritual balance just built for Him.

Why?

If the Mother of the Gospel is no longer crucial, what else troubles Him?

If this is not a disturbance but a kind of self-purification, maintaining reality, why does the warehouse attempt to halt it?

"So how do you feel now?"

In thought, Fu Qian didn’t forget to care for Clown’s feelings.

"Not good."

Despite seeming planning a huge success, he surprisingly did not hide his disappointment.

"I originally thought as I approached ’His’ will closer, I could unravel the mystery more grandly, learn everything.

"Unfortunately, although it appears the carriage is gone, the carriage seems still there, everything has quickly become dull—so how do you feel?"

Even if in a bad mood, Clown politely asked back.

"Pretty good, as hearing I still have countdown five numbers until I fail."

Fu Qian remains very optimistic.

"Hehe... must admit, your arrival has added quite a lot of color to the whole plan.

"Why don’t we gamble on this remaining five numbers?"

At that moment Clown seemed infected, deeply looked at Fu Qian.

"I want to play a game with you, Grim Ballard."

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