Was it not a Warehouse-assigned mission that had led to revenge in person, but the execution of Angel Lord?
Jade Soul Master had acted decisively, taking the first step toward refining the real world—and that, too, had stemmed from that shower of meteors?
The moment he realized this, Fu Qian couldn't help reflecting on the weight behind the words, "The academy's been so lively this time."
Of course, that also brought a little complication to his workers' compensation claim—it looked like he'd brought the current situation on himself.
Without that last, casual use of Typhoid Fear, the person in front of him might have waited a little longer.
And although Spirit Ash Institute might have been affected long ago, its visiting student Wen Li could probably have completed her exchange in peace, instead of being so unlucky as to run headlong into such an aggressive situation.
But never mind. Although he'd left the Warehouse cleanly behind, Fu Qian soon found someone else to hold responsible.
If there hadn't been a mole among the Night Watchers, and if he hadn't been upholding justice by helping them prepare for a great purge, would he have been so careless as to throw meteors at the ark?
But given how troubled these times were, he'd just keep this debt on their tab for now.
Besides, Jade Soul Master had plainly revealed another piece of information: he knew a great deal about the miracle beneath the Institute of Curses, and had even gained insights from it much earlier.
"Beneath a peaceful academy, it can summon the apocalypse from a mistaken history—and even attract survivors fleeing a thousand years ago to dock there. Don't you think that's a brilliant mockery of the very idea of reality?"
Sure enough, the next moment Jade Soul Master spoke of