[Containment Condition: Find the Stolen Blood of Thorns] [Current Sanity: 113, Current Inspiration: 31] [Skills: Air Bullet, Internal Organ Critical Hit, Cat School, Feast (Locked), Law Remnants, Transcendence, Mythical Form] [Weapon: Tyrant's Fist]
With the two newly acquired skills, his total had now risen to seven. Fu Qian naturally equipped every single one without hesitation.
So far, he hadn't encountered any restrictions on how many skills he could carry. Fu Qian guessed that he simply hadn't reached the skill limit yet.
If he ever ended up with too many skills, he might have to make some choices.
As his senses slowly returned, Fu Qian surveyed his surroundings.
Was this a bookstore?
He wasn't just guessing. In the small space before him stood several rows of brown bookshelves, lined with books of every color.
Judging by the direction of the sunlight, it was just past noon. A few people were wandering around the store.
At that moment, he was leaning back in an armchair. Its soft cushion supported his neck, and a small wooden counter stood in front of him.
What a peaceful bookstore afternoon. This work environment wasn't bad at all!
Fu Qian stretched, but didn't let his guard down too much.
Just look at the Ring Archipelago. At first, the sun was shining and the beach was soft. Who could have imagined things would get that bizarre later on?
Actually, as a book lover, Fu Qian had once considered opening a bookstore. After all, that would give him a legitimate excuse to slack off and read.
Unfortunately, after looking into it, he'd discovered that bookstore owners weren't nearly as carefree as he'd thought.
Besides sitting there to ring up sales, reshelve books, take inventory, handle accounts, and order stock, there were plenty of other chores.
To keep