Artificial Existence Core (8)
In the real jar, the item taken from her hand was probably still bobbing in the blue liquid.
The perilous test was finally over, but even as she took her leave, a certain imagined scene continued to echo in Claire's mind.
Still, she exercised the utmost self-control and stopped herself from showing any sign of unease.
Even after the other party snapped his fingers, dispelling her confusion, she had felt as though she'd just woken up.
The jar had even vanished.
Of course, she hadn't forgotten to pay him double, to match the image he'd cultivated.
"Thank you for your generosity."
Fu Qian was naturally happy to accept.
"If you do as I said and find it doesn't work, you can come back to me anytime."
In light of that, he even proactively offered a guarantee.
I'll have to make sure I get the chance to come back...
For a charlatan, this kind of service was truly rare. Unfortunately, Claire knew the "truth," and could only feel deeply mocked.
"Okay."
For once, she didn't have much to say. With a slight nod, she left the master's abode, having gained plenty.
Evil Plague...
After seeing his customer out with professional courtesy, the family studio soon returned to its former quiet. Fu Qian silently recited the objective of his mission.
The reason the metal jar had disappeared was simple: it had been a dream construct all along, as had the dark box with its strong air of magic.
It had all been atmosphere.
What remained astonishing was Claire's performance in the dream.
He'd been bluffing her the whole time, but some of the key details hadn't been entirely made up.
He was now a genuine Second Order, yet the Clear Dream he'd created hadn't been able to