Was this what they meant by the harder you worked, the luckier you got?
The letter was short, and its format was so familiar that Fu Qian couldn't help exclaiming almost at once.
The greatest constraint on this escort mission was the lack of time.
With the Pope's condition unknown, every extra second could mean failure.
But even the most time-sensitive plan still took time.
Now, it seemed he had a chance to use Dimensional Strike.
The Warehouse's reach really was long. It had found him even here.
It was no small feat for Senior Liliana to find a place like that to slack off.
As a professional, how could Fu Qian not have considered borrowing the Warehouse's authority to revisit the past?
Although he wasn't sure why, his previous mission in the World Within the Painting had already proved that the Warehouse could interfere with this world.
The missions it gave him were highly random, that much was true. But taking into account the principle of favoring what was nearby, they were absolutely worth trying.
But there was one prerequisite—how could he get a mission?
Take off his mask and return to the Warehouse?
He'd already tested that on a whim. It hadn't done a thing here.
To be honest, that wasn't surprising. He'd forced his way here by means of "Extreme Hunger Infection." It was hard to imagine that the return trip would be so straightforward.
For now, the most likely solution was to use the same method and face the Nightmare Corridor first, paying the price for "Extreme Hunger Infection."
In fact, from the very first second he'd arrived in this world, Fu Qian had sensed something accumulating inside him.
It was hard to describe what it was, and he couldn't feel it affecting either his