Scarlet Fever, indeed.
Unlike his silent cellmate across from him, Fu Qian had noticed the two people who came to open the door long ago.
It blocked perception, but only to a certain degree.
It would be an exaggeration to say that Siren could casually mass-produce a set of penal shackles capable of turning a Second Order into a blind man.
For Fu Qian, the only thing he was curious about was why they had come.
And the cold that came with them. That was why he had asked about the freezing earlier.
The chill was genuinely bone-deep, even for an extraordinary being.
As it turned out, something rather dire was happening in this prison. His cellmate knew nothing about it—but he wasn't entirely unaware.
Fu Qian believed at least some of what he'd said about spending four or five months cultivating his mind. There had to be an objective reason he'd lost his temper today over a little noise from Fu Qian.
The blood-red lines beneath his sleeve were indeed Scarlet Fever.
Fu Qian still remembered the strange curse he'd faced not long after taking the job as an administrator.
It was milder, to be sure, but it was virtually identical to the one Shadow Nightmare had once demonstrated in the safe house at Miss Wen's family home.
And Team Leader Tan Mingxue's alarm back then had clearly not been an overreaction.
Even now, as a Second Order, Fu Qian was still being affected.
According to Team Leader Tan's explanation, if left to progress, it would heat the blood throughout the body until it boiled.
Eventually, the body would rot, and the blood-red lines would spread to the surface and even peel away entirely, becoming independent living beings.
It was certainly not a pleasant prospect.
Besides, the few benefits