The extraordinary world seemed increasingly hard to grasp.
Ignoring the hazy, sleepy gaze the white-collar woman across from him was casting his way, Fu Qian, having finished his work for the day, devoted himself to the view outside the window.
An unexpected injury and an unexpected gain—today's check-in had been worth it, all things considered.
Yet as his theoretical knowledge grew richer once more, the world seemed even less real.
Another New God? Was the world really this unstable?
And then there were the ancient Higher Beings who seemed to be on their way back.
In fact, there were still a few unresolved questions about the mission he'd just completed.
For example, where exactly had the "Redeemed One" come from?
His situation back then had been a little different. This time, the Warehouse had verified that he'd genuinely taken down a quasi-Higher Being.
And the "Thousand Man Pointed Finger" that had dealt him such a severe blow had been the real thing, too.
To sum it up, aside from the "Righteous One" parasitizing Katon, there really had been another contestant wielding power akin to a god's, trading blows with him.
So where had it come from? How could it wield such immense power before it had even been born?
Even its type of ability defied the imagination.
After all, at first glance, the Warehouse had always offered one option: kill Katon outright.
So why hadn't they done that?
To Fu Qian, the answer to that question had been just as intriguing all along, and he'd grown even more curious when he confirmed that the final item on the list was dying in one's sleep.
Katon seemed to have offered an answer to that: killing at random wouldn't make a difference.
If that was true, what sort of method had the