The Numb Corner
Getting nothing was a kind of gain, too.
Although his remarks had been asking for a beating, Fu Qian wasn't just wasting time talking nonsense.
The two of them were now in the underground section of the Institute of Curses' main building.
Pillars, flagstones, carvings... In all fairness, it looked even more grand and solemn than the Apocalypse's grounds.
But that was all. For one thing, perhaps the Institute's instructors had taken everything useful home with them; the place looked quite empty at a glance.
For another, this was clearly the lowest level. There was no more space below.
Combined with the enormous pit before them, it was almost as if Lord Angel Lord, knowing his time was near, had deliberately chosen this auspicious spot and sat right there, waiting for a meteor to fall.
The meteor on the level of fate had hit so hard that it had even obliterated any dangerous remains that might have been left behind by the death of a Second Order supernatural, leaving only this residue devoid of Supernatural Power.
It sounded plausible enough, and the logic flowed smoothly.
If that really was what had happened, Su Gao could already start writing her report.
Too bad Fu Qian wasn't convinced.
For one simple reason: if Angel Lord had been so accepting of his fate, the meteor might never have fallen at all.
He'd managed to keep his will to survive going for fifty-nine hours. There was no need to pretend to meet death without fear.
The only problem now was that the pit before them, which looked for all the world like the source of the outburst, gave off no sense of anything unusual. It was just a giant bird's nest.
That was true whether they examined it through the perception