Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2849: Chapter 2844: Point Nine Discusses Heroes

Sure enough, as long as one’s position is high enough, it’s easy to have managerial capabilities.

Not only does the Academy Exploration Team disaster from many years ago seem personally orchestrated by the Prism of Radiant Transformation.

Even besides the guidance through the Sea of Ashes, the initial two clues obtained by the Academy might have questionable origins.

Additionally, the ancient academy that the Exploration Team discovered, which has long been destroyed, also seems related to the Prism of Radiant Transformation.

The Prism of Radiant Transformation not only locked onto the location of the Inverted Lake early on but was guiding related tests over a considerable timespan.

One can only say that curiosity is indeed a bright side of humanity. The continuous efforts of mortals should have provided some value to that being, right?

"What a pity, that guy was actually quite spirited."

And true to his old hand status, Lord Patch also seems to lament about value, but his object is theoretically his peer, Rom.

As for the rumor that Fu Qian killed him, he didn’t even question it, fully believing it could be done.

"Indeed, though the body wasn’t in great shape, he was always active."

Fu Qian also agreed very much with His Excellency’s lament.

Frankly speaking, Lord Rom, dragging his severely damaged body, was indeed quite active.

For these superior beings who are used to stealthily shrinking away, having such an agitator was indeed quite good.

Now that things have suddenly become completely quiet, there’s undoubtedly one less source of trouble.

"Actually, I never intended to go to that extent; it’s just a pity that Lord Rom didn’t quite believe it."

Recalling the bits and pieces before that one’s fall, Fu Qian can’t help but feel that he was a bit heavy-handed.

"It’s only unfortunate for Him. In that situation, encountering you, the outcome was determined long ago."

Not only did Lord Patch accept Fu Qian’s seemingly hypocritical statement without questioning, he even indicated that there was no need for guilt.

...

It’s truly understanding one’s peers. No wonder Lord Rom’s elaborate schemes eventually ended up as fireworks.

As Lord Patch drinks and discusses heroes, Fu Qian also deeply agrees at that moment.

It is by no means hollow comfort. Clearly, the former had a very accurate grasp of Rom’s scope.

Using all available means, Rom clearly adhered absolutely to the Dark Forest theory and trusted no promises.

Therefore, encountering someone in a severely injured condition, regardless of how much one emphasizes merely passing by without intent to kill, Rom would never believe it.

Any words or actions that follow would only serve as opportunities to create a desperate fight.

One can only say, even without being on site, Lord Patch’s judgment is still quite in line with the actual proceedings.

"Heh heh... So, are you bringing this up specifically to remind me not to mess around?"

It seems at this moment the latter only remembered the serious topic of Godslaying they were discussing earlier.

"You already said such reminders are useless."

Unfortunately, Fu Qian countered with his own logic.

This concept of scope seems quite abstract, but just as Rom wouldn’t believe anything no matter what was said.

Since Lord Patch chose to appear moments ago, the threat of death holds no significance to Him.

Moreover, no matter how relaxed it seems, being summoned with a single word, He never comes just for small talk.

"Then I’m relieved, considering your hits are quite painful."

Lord Patch, still appearing to exhale a sigh of relief, extended his hand mimicking Fu Qian’s manner of snapping fingers.

Clap—

The snap wasn’t very loud, but the reverberation was indeed long-lasting.

Even when Lord Patch withdrew his hand, waves of sounds still echoed like a mixed tide in his ears.

...

"This night is somewhat noisy."

Of course, it wasn’t real sea waves. Though Fu Qian, who had not stopped it throughout, was savoring the details at that moment, even distinguishing ambiguous whispers, excited screams, and even hysterical roars...

Yes, those were waves of human voices amassed together.

The reason for the noisiness is because the Archipelago’s nights have always been this boisterous.

Then why wasn’t there a sigh before?

Simple, because it couldn’t be heard before.

The Divine Dream Remnants only envelop the lab area, which is the ruin beneath their feet; the Distant White Tower was only an image constructed earlier.

This also well explains why such a commotion didn’t attract the bystanders over to gawk.

This is also why the changes upfront are theoretically not good news.

The noise from the Archipelago’s nightlife could fill one’s ears, close enough as if right beside them.

So are the Distant White Tower and everything within sight really still just images?

Lord Patch clearly demonstrated a remarkable feat, seemingly erasing the distances between everyone, thereby increasing the liveliness index of night life.

Yet what else has lost distance besides between people and between dreams and reality?

The Divine Dream Remnants appear to be encompassing everyone.

"Don’t you think that in doing so, it better fits the atmosphere here?"

And casually achieving such a feat, Lord Patch doesn’t forget to respond to Fu Qian’s ridicule.

"Are you sure?"

Even with such a savory disposition, Fu Qian still furrows his brow while looking at Him.

Just like when the tide rises, the surrounding noise recedes with astonishing efficiency, and in the blink of an eye, even the sounds of drunken rampage were gone.

...

"There always needs to be a little time to adapt."

The atmosphere grew slightly awkward at that moment, but Lord Patch still resiliently insisted that the coldness was only temporary.

"True, new things need time for everyone to accept."

Fu Qian didn’t really pursue the matter, casually remarking.

Of course, it’s not that Patch’s trick was seen through and instantly lost effect.

The reason the volume subsided is simple—the participants of the nightlife were startled.

When suddenly everyone’s talking right in your ear on the entire Archipelago, anyone would feel a bit uncomfortable.

But Lord Patch’s explanation is not incorrect either. Though He said that before, in Fu Qian’s view, the wave sound curve is clearly bottoming out at this moment.

As long as a little momentum is gathered, there’s a significant chance for an upward trend to begin.

Luckily, in this place of unboundedness, everyone’s mental state is quite beautiful.

In another place, such a novel development of nightlife might be hard to endure until things clear up.

"Isn’t it about time, around eight o’clock, I presume?"

Seeing the atmosphere once again becoming harmonious, Lord Patch suddenly says.

"Eight o’clock."

Fu Qian agrees offhandedly.

Indeed, as the winds change, earlier it was him reminding the other party.

"They only have an hour left. Do you think anyone will lose patience and speak up before that?"

Lord Patch seems to also lament how time flies.

"Discussing heroes in Command Nine, right?"

Fu Qian surveys the surroundings, expressing that he can clearly see figures moving outside the alert zone, and the previously mentioned rebound from the bottom is indeed occurring.

"Master, perhaps, since this is really his territory."

As for Patch’s question, the superior being must be brave enough to make a judgment.