Avatar of Decay, source of the plague, Midnight Nightmare.
In the dim warehouse, Fu Qian silently recalled the soul that had already passed away, having completed his task for the day.
Though its titles had grown more impressive with each one, the name that fit Huo best was still the one it had started with. Its behavior throughout had been downright goofy, clueless, and adorable.
Perhaps that had something to do with its experience as a Divine creature from birth, but in Fu Qian's eyes, it had still managed to shatter the limits of what was possible.
As the saying went, "Our kid's very clever. They've just been led astray."
Fu Qian was strongly inclined to explain this abnormality that way.
In other words, Huo's behavior throughout had been the result of someone turning its brain into a bowl of paste—even after he had helped "purify" it.
As a master of Mental Pollution, Fu Qian knew that the highest form of enlightenment was never to force someone to accept your ideas, but to make them accept "their own."
And based on his earlier experience, another fellow practitioner had mastered this high-level technique too.
Who had made the oath with Mr. Rick?
Given his style, Fu Qian would never simply chalk it up to some unknowable Higher Being.
And from the moment he first suspected that the concept of "existence" had been corrupted, the Blasphemy Monarch—the one he'd felt an instant kinship with at Silver Mist Manor—had been the first to come to mind.
After all, at their first meeting, that esteemed being had generously given him a past life, trying to replace his essence with the reincarnation of a Higher Being.
And if he remembered correctly, even the other deity present—Mother of Gospel, who had been nothing more than an