The Original Sin Sage
The Original Sin Sage?
It sounded like a cultured person.
It suited my vibe pretty well.
Facing the prompt that appeared before him, Fu Qian nodded solemnly.
The various illusory images in his eyes were already beginning to fade away. It was clear that the Starry Sky Prism's final ripples were vanishing.
So this was the only thing he'd gained from this trip?
Fu Qian looked at the trait in his hand, which didn't even have a name.
It was clearly quite different from the things he'd gained before.
And the conditions for seeing it had undoubtedly been harsh.
Only the prism's effect, combined with maxed-out Inspiration, had allowed him to discover its existence.
From that perspective, the Original Sin Sage he'd formed after fusing with it had something of a hidden class about it.
He'd been a demigod for quite a while now. It was about time to end his blank-slate existence.
Fu Qian made his decision quickly.
Staying a blank slate had inevitably imposed some limitations on his actions.
Most importantly, he didn't seem to have a choice anymore.
The traits he'd worked so hard to accumulate over the past few days had all been used up just now. Who knew how long it would take to get another one?
So how was he supposed to fuse with it?
Fu Qian weighed the thing in his hand, recalling the description of the Abyssal Fog.
The next moment, he opened his mouth and tossed it in.
It melted as soon as it hit his tongue.
The moment the strange trait entered his mouth, it became intangible.
And the next moment, Fu Qian felt an indescribable calm spread through him.
Every cell in his body seemed to fall silent at a rapid pace, and even his