Lady Xia really hadn't lied to me.
Although he'd found the source of the problem, Fu Qian, the famed physician of Lairding, didn't go over to take a closer look.
That was because it was obvious he had serious digestive problems of his own.
Or, more precisely, problems with absorption.
Under the effect of Insight, the copper-ringed fish he'd swallowed still dissolved quickly.
But what followed wasn't a new gain. Instead, the negative effect he'd just acquired was suddenly amplified.
It felt like going from front-wheel drive to four-wheel drive.
Fu Qian's sense of self immediately began to spread in all directions, and he felt as if he were merging with the stomach enveloping him.
As they tugged at each other, a strange turbulence surged between them, faintly suggesting the image of one entering nirvana.
And his body's refusal to obey him was increasing steadily, even with False God Incarnation active.
That was right. Before using Ten Thousand Tentacles just now, the cooldown for False God Incarnation had ended, and Fu Qian had promptly spent another 10 Sanity Value.
No wonder it was a Level 1 mission!
While literally tugging at himself, Fu Qian silently watched the anomaly in the corner, in no hurry to do anything rash.
He had no interest in killing Frankie and the other three, of course.
Otherwise, how could they have left so completely intact?
In fact, Fu Qian wasn't even interested in warning these lost souls and making them realize the truth.
The purpose of that attack just now was simple: after being squeezed to the limit, the Fallen Star race had already given everything they had to offer.
As a bloodthirsty capitalist, how could he let even a second go to waste?
Naturally, he had to quickly discard the leftovers and move on