Typhoid Fear
What did it mean to have a professional's nose?
The mission summary was fairly detailed, and to some extent it confirmed what he'd learned before: more exploration yielded more information.
And Fu Qian, who'd been racing around conducting research, hadn't wasted the rewards of all that effort.
He listened intently, deeply satisfied. He even found an excuse for the Warehouse's sly behavior: people without a thirst for knowledge wouldn't understand, even if you explained it to them.
[Contaminate everything within sight, including what cannot be seen]
Take this description of Mr. Rick's "evolution" and its contaminating nature, for example.
This somewhat bizarre logic would probably leave anyone who hadn't spent the whole way conducting research like him utterly confused.
But when he considered his first encounter at the hospital, it all felt completely different.
At the time, he'd wondered about the way the people ahead had blocked his path. On the one hand, it served no purpose; on the other, he couldn't even confirm that it had anything to do with him.
After all, while under the effects of Blood Conquest, it was theoretically impossible for them to observe him, let alone for him to influence their behavior.
And yet this stress-like reaction had still occurred.
In fact, it was precisely this irrationality that had made him decide to have the Night Watchers execute Mr. Rick.
Now, it seemed that choice had been absolutely necessary.
Compared to the contaminated, he, as the person spreading the contamination, might have gained supernatural enhancements, but the range of his observation—or, more accurately, perception—still had its limits.
As long as Fu Qian stayed beyond what he could see, he could avoid being contaminated.
And that was exactly what Fu Qian had been doing all along.
But there was one thing he