Fallen Guest Empire (7)
Although the containment conditions still hadn't appeared, Fu Qian had no doubt that a mission with a prerequisite number of 1 would be difficult.
Normally, this would be the time to keep a low profile, repent for past sins, and wait to see what happened.
Unfortunately, this was clearly no ordinary situation.
On the one hand, there was a chance he'd be using up twenty-four hours of his actual life. On the other, this nightmare, which had practically been confirmed as real, could clearly serve as an unusual point of reference for Lairding in the real world.
Under the circumstances, it was easy to pinpoint the right course of action.
Fu Qian decided almost instantly to subject these Awakened Ones—and even the "nightmare" itself—to the same ruthless exploitation he'd used on the cult and the vampires.
That was right. Judging from the lives Mariana and the others had just described, the mission's rank, and the ways this nightmare stood apart from others, Fu Qian was inclined to believe that such an "it" might truly exist.
Something that watched over the world, kept it running, and made it even more stable and hidden.
As for its ultimate purpose, naturally, it was to gather valuable information as efficiently as possible from this unique vantage point.
And to do that, he needed to make a big enough impact. For example, he could present himself as—
The exalted Divine Son of the Stars, beyond the Awakened Ones' understanding, from the real world they'd seen; an apostle of the Dark Moon, who'd answered its call, truly opened his eyes to the truth, and sworn to save every deluded soul.
This might not impress the Awakened Ones as much as a famous saint of the cult, but Fu Qian believed it would