The Fallen Guest Empire (9)
Kill—who?
This containment condition was unusually straightforward.
The sudden prompt left Fu Qian feeling somewhat relieved.
Not only that, it explicitly confirmed that they were indeed in a nightmare, and the Awakened Ones weren't just raving in their sleep.
Still, the title "agent" gave the impression that someone far more powerful was pulling the strings.
Was this person not the source of the nightmare's power, but merely managing it and maintaining its stability?
From that angle, the search seemed fairly clear-cut.
As for why the agent had only appeared now, that made sense, too. After all his repeated provocations, Fu Qian had finally encountered resistance from the nightmare.
That resistance had to reflect the agent's will.
The facts proved that Extreme Pressure had been the right approach. It had saved him a lot of time.
The only problem was that the timing of the agent's arrival seemed less than ideal.
Under the Warehouse's embellishment, his condition looked fine, but in truth, he was in unusually sorry shape.
And as a task with a prerequisite number of 1, this agent was unlikely to be low-ranking. At least, Fu Qian hoped so. He didn't want to waste his strength.
As he'd told Mariana and the others, they needed to raise their level of understanding so they wouldn't be fooled by surface logic.
Thinking this was an inopportune moment was a vulgar view. For a professional, having a target like this show up now was simply wonderful.
Crack!
With a crisp sound, Fu Qian crushed the pure-black arrow in his hand and watched what happened.
The thing had flown without making a sound, but it felt solid when he snapped it.
That only lasted an instant, though. Before the fragments could even hit the ground, they turned