Daniel was probably dead.
That was Fu Qian's first thought when the sudden notification appeared.
At the same time, his hands never paused. He continued methodically fiddling with the jewelry box.
Fu Qian wasn't particularly surprised by this outcome.
He wasn't the blindly optimistic type. His opponent this time could practically be considered the will of the world itself.
Taking down Stan had only dealt with the most obvious threat. There could be many more after him; it would simply take time to guide them into place.
They would come crashing in like boulders from all directions, until he had nowhere left to run.
So it was hardly surprising that the mission had failed. He could almost imagine how inhuman the next one would be.
Being able to pick the lock one more time meant one more sliver of hope.
[Current mission updated—]
But the new mission notification abruptly cut off the very next moment.
Snap!
At the same time, the door beside him opened by itself, without anyone unlocking it.
That was fair enough.
You interrupted me once, so I interrupted you once.
Under Media's watchful gaze, Fu Qian finally stopped what he was doing and slowly stood up.
He could only imagine how impossibly difficult the new mission would have been, if it had even gotten the chance to appear. But that no longer mattered.
In this race with no known finish line, he had won after all.
Beyond the open door, the same pile of odds and ends came into view. Nothing seemed to have changed.
Yet in Fu Qian's eyes, it was like seeing a ruptured wound, blood gushing from it like a spring.
Without wasting any time, Fu Qian stepped forward and grabbed the doorknob.
But when he reached for it, he