Task No. 2.
The name sounded a little damp and slippery, but the difficulty was just right. It almost felt like a return to a peaceful life.
As he started the task without hesitation, Fu Qian cheerfully commented on the day's workload.
Though he had officially ascended to demigodhood and become one of the relatively few high-ranking beings in this world, as a principled expert, he would never let that affect his dedication to his work.
Not even his perfect attendance.
After all, even on his recent journey to the Other Shore, he hadn't missed a single check-in.
And beyond his professionalism, whether it was the Night Holy Capital before or this astonishingly dangerous hurricane rescue mission, the Warehouse had shown a remarkably cooperative attitude.
Though he didn't think it was a personified entity, Fu Qian didn't mind returning the favor.
For instance, he understood its urgency in maintaining world peace and went along with its rushed adjustments to the mission schedule.
By comparison, the hazy images filling the Warehouse this time were, he had to admit, rather abstract.
Dark in color, formless and intangible, they seemed like some kind of oppressive radiance, yet flowed and spread like liquid...
Though they were hard to describe precisely, the impression they gave was clear enough: they were inexplicably disgusting, and he didn't want them touching him.
Fortunately, as soon as he confirmed the mission, a prompt appeared, leaving the images no chance to get any closer.
text [Today's work begins. Entering Containment Scene 2-020] [Current Sanity Value: 83. Current Inspiration: 99] [Choose the skills and items you wish to bring]
The freedom to configure his abilities and items was a sign that the style was getting more and more proper.
Thoroughly pleased, Fu Qian went through the familiar motions, selecting