Facing an Ancient God for a Year

In the room, Liang Yuntian was clearly shocked by Fu Qian’s actions.

He had seen self-harm before, but never anything so severe.

And within his incredulous gaze, Fu Qian actually showed a smile.

In his perception, the terrifying acute pain lasted only a moment before it vanished completely.

What came instead was an indescribable sense of relief.

Fu Qian was very sure that this wasn’t what death felt like.

The next moment, his vision dramatically narrowed; everything rapidly receded until it disappeared into a point.

“You’ve arrived~”

An ethereal sigh sounded, seeming as if it were right beside his ear.

…

When his vision returned, Fu Qian found himself in a long hallway, facing a tall figure.

Behind the figure was a red-brown door on the wall, covered top to bottom in mystical patterns.

The door was already open, revealing an almost tangible darkness, within which nothing could be seen.

The tall figure was slowly turning around, and it was clearly the entity that had just spoken.

Whether this being could be defined as human was still up for debate.

Firstly, it had a human head, with the typical appearance of a middle-aged man, and even seemed rather handsome.

But below that head, the body was completely non-human.

Sharp limbs, a grey-white carapace, and hair covering the entire body.

The swollen abdomen dragged along the ground, with colorful iridescent wings on its back.

At a glance, it almost resembled a giant flea.

“This isn’t where you should be.”

Seeing Fu Qian look over, the entity spoke again.

“Oh, why is that?”

To be honest, a flea with a human head speaking in such a way still felt inexplicably peculiar.

But Fu Qian, being well-versed in such matters, wasn’t fazed by this small mental contamination and instantly retorted without a change in expression.

“This is the cage of the soul, Nightmare’s Prowl, where distorted dreams intertwine, posing extreme danger to any entity.”

“I see.”

Seeing the solemn face of the figure, Fu Qian nodded earnestly.

“May I inquire as to your distinguished name?”

“I’ve spent far too long here; names have lost their meaning for me. If you just need something to call me by…

you can refer to me as God Eroder, or the Interlocutor, in fact, I prefer the latter.”

“Alright, Interlocutor, can you tell me what all of that before was about?”

“Merely assistance, as a wandering spirit, I simply used a bit of my ability to help you leave this place.”

“It’s been so long since anyone has come here; you can’t imagine how surprised I was to discover an intruder, so I offered a little help.”

“Your way of helping is to obscure my perception and then graft other senses onto me to lead me astray?”

Indeed, that was the issue Fu Qian realized at the last moment.

He could not understand why, unlike others, his consciousness was on the parasite rather than the host.

Given that the level of integration wasn’t high, the simple difference in species was hardly convincing.

“Your acuity exceeded my expectations.”

As Fu Qian finished speaking, for the first time, the Interlocutor’s tone fluctuated.

“How did you figure it out?”

“Guessed.”

Fu Qian very honestly replied.

Indeed, he had guessed.

Because of the feeling at the very start of the mission, for a long time, he had seen himself as an insect, harboring no suspicions.

But his last conversation with Liang Yuntian had sparked an unusual thought.

At that time, Liang Yuntian was absolutely convinced that he was the chosen one.

An unusual physique, staying conscious amidst the bizarre, even a desire to devour – he deeply believed all these came from within himself and were not influenced or controlled by something else.

Such a thought seemed foolish to someone who knew the truth.

But from another angle, because of the initial feeling and the constant sense of disharmony in his body, he had concluded that he was a parasite. Was it possible that he too had been fooled?

Could it be that the sensation wasn’t his own but was instead conveyed to him, replacing his own perception, making him believe without question?

Once this idea took root in his mind, it grew rapidly, becoming inescapable.

So, at the final moment of fusion, Fu Qian slammed on the brakes and decided to use one opportunity to test his theory.

His initial thought was that the insect might be using this tactic to mislead him, thereby making him wholly accept it without any resistance to its control.

Therefore, Fu Qian’s first action was to pull “it” out to see if anything special would happen.

It turned out that indeed something did happen, and it was even more exaggerated than expected.

He had actually arrived at a completely unfamiliar place and encountered a giant Human-faced Worm.

Guessed…

Fu Qian’s reply left the Interlocutor in front of him silent for a moment.

“Anyway, since I’ve come all this way, could you elaborate on the help that you mentioned?”

Fu Qian pointed to the room behind the Interlocutor.

“What does that mean?”

He had already observed that from here to the corner of the corridor, within his field of vision, there were a total of five rooms, each with a door of different colors and patterns.

“This is the Nightmare Corridor.”

Facing Fu Qian’s question, the Interlocutor finally spoke up.

“You don’t need to know its origin, just understand that it’s very dangerous.”

“As for these rooms… they are the passages to leave this place.”

“There are five doors just from what I can see. Are all of them passages?”

Fu Qian looked at him with a frown.

“Is your cage a little too open?”

“There is no conflict between the two.”

“Behind each door lies a collection of special nightmare entities. Indeed, each contains a way to escape this place.”

“As long as you enter and meet specific conditions, you can find the way out.”

“But since they’re called nightmares, they’re far more distorted and dangerous than you might imagine, and not so easily navigated.”

“And there’s a reason I’m called the God Eroder…”

The Interlocutor stretched out a sharp forelimb, pressing it against the nearby wall.

In the next instant, the smooth wall became chaotic around the point where he touched it, bulging and indents appearing continuously, like a dancing mosaic.

“This is Divine Corrosion; in principle, I can twist anything.”

“You were just in this room, where I did something very simple – I used this ability to bestow upon you a blessing, increasing the likelihood of you finding a way out.”

“As for how Divine Corrosion manifests in Nightmares, that is not something I can control.”

“If you feel displeased about it, I can apologize.”

“But I must say, your behavior was too reckless, making things more complicated.”

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