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First Order item restriction ability? Not bad.
Seeing that it had skipped the configuration stage entirely, Fu Qian silently nodded.
His condition was far from its peak to begin with. In a way, this was just playing to his strengths and avoiding his weaknesses.
While thinking with optimistic dialectics, Fu Qian straightened the clothes Professor Lanaia had provided on the way back, making himself look more like a brainworker. At that moment, the mission briefing appeared.
[Your eyes will deceive you]
Hmm?
Savoring this equally philosophical line, Fu Qian realized his five senses had returned.
First Order, ability-restricting item, and the description was only eight characters long?
Nightlife sure could get too exciting if you weren't careful!
Clicking his tongue in admiration, Fu Qian surveyed his surroundings.
Not good!
The result was obvious.
He was inside a building surrounded by stone walls.
It wasn't large, and ancient, mottled traces covered both the ceiling and the floor. There wasn't even a window.
The door was plain to see, set in the wall directly in front of him.
Unfortunately, it was not only shut tight, but also completely handleless from top to bottom, putting brute-force entry out of the question.
Meanwhile, between him and the Stone Door stood an equally ancient-looking stone table, with several objects arranged on top.
Looks like I'll have to use my wits!
Given how few elements there were, Fu Qian took one glance and walked straight to the table.
A sacrificial altar?
He had reason to think so. On the stone table sat several ornate metal goblets of varying sizes.
At the far end lay a curved blade, about as long as a forearm, with a