Dark Branch Fallen Hand. That was an interesting title.
Judging by the evaluation that followed, it even had a distinctly ambiguous air of good and evil.
By the time the mission evaluation ended, Fu Qian had already steadied himself.
He hadn't needed to end his own life. Leaving by successfully completing the mission counted as an unexpected bonus, more or less.
At least it was one point of Sanity Value.
Though the cost of this mission had been far more outrageous.
During the final process of tracing things back in reverse, he'd used False God Incarnation one more time to get the best possible effect. That alone had cost him forty points.
Come to think of it, if Agent had just held on for a few more seconds, the outcome would have been very different.
Too bad he hadn't managed to grit his teeth and hold on one last time.
And it seemed Fu Qian could grit his teeth and hold on a little longer.
The good news was that his final strategy had proved effective.
After he escaped the mission, the nightmare's amplification of his blood loss subsided, and the Warehouse reset it to a normal rate.
He could keep the countdown going a little longer.
The bad news was that, just as he'd feared, the Warehouse couldn't replace the blood he'd lost.
He could only keep the countdown going a little longer.
Worse still, although his injuries had healed, the "self" he'd lost hadn't been restored either.
For example, his missing left arm and his brain that had burst into bloom.
Fu Qian was quite certain that his skull wasn't round anymore, and he could only see out of one eye.
[Name: Copper Fish Hook]
His One-Eyed gaze fell on his one-armed self. He rubbed the special