Was it really the concept of heaven?
After that rather domineering assessment, Fu Qian had already settled comfortably into the Warehouse seat.
He was still a little astonished by the new title he'd received.
The name Realm of Ultimate Bliss really did bring to mind the common legend of a heaven after death.
But everything he'd seen along the way had given it a strange, overly hormonal feel. And in the end, it really was a heaven certified by the Warehouse?
Of course, those were just details. They hadn't stopped Fu Qian from first giving himself a psychological evaluation.
This time was different from before. Psychological workplace injuries were a possibility.
Although his successful self-inflicted skull fracture at the end had shown, to some extent, that his will had been hanging by a thread but hadn't snapped, it never hurt to be cautious.
And the evaluation showed that he was in excellent health.
That didn't mean every lewd, murky thought had vanished from his mind. Rather, they'd lost their support on the transcendent level and could no longer affect his "self" in the slightest.
What a thoroughly satisfying tempering. The Warehouse really was reliable.
With a hand on his head, savoring the sensation of his brains bursting out, Fu Qian was deeply pleased that he'd used the job as an opportunity to experience euphoria without any side effects.
But smashing his head at the end had served another purpose as well.
Perhaps he'd only achieved a certain degree of resonance with the Realm of Ultimate Bliss, but he'd done it with the help of Your Excellency Stomach's power. In theory, there was still a chance he'd helped it exert its influence.
Although the mission results showed that everything had remained entirely within the Warehouse's control, ending his own life by