Cooperation and mutual benefit were all well and good, but it was best to have a sense of your partner's budget in advance.
The cult's current plan had been almost entirely the result of his guidance, and in Fu Qian's opinion, it was intense enough.
Still, he didn't mind putting them through another stress test to confirm what a reasonable goal for himself would be in this partnership.
As it turned out, his partners really did take it seriously.
Judging by their resistance to the Glorious Tyrant, the nightmare's difficulty was clearly no joke.
The cult had shown good faith. It was worth spending a little time finding out what they were really after.
Though satisfied, Fu Qian continued to move at an unhurried pace, still in his swollen form, with no intention of reverting from the Glorious Tyrant.
Good faith was one thing. As a partner, he also had a duty to supervise and keep them on track.
For example, he could use this to set a visible deadline and put plenty of pressure on them.
He hoped they wouldn't disappoint him after all his effort!
As he mused, the view ahead suddenly opened up, and Fu Qian emerged from the edge of the fog once more.
For a professional mission-taker, having a good sense of direction was essential.
Though in his estimation, even if he got lost and just kept walking, he should be able to return here before long.
The edge of a nightmare had to exist so you could return to the nightmare, after all.
Beyond the door at the end of the road, the young police officer watched him warily. Fu Qian didn't hurry to knock, but waited quietly where he was.
His demeanor was the same as in the real world, and he