Making up stories was never easy. Fu Qian said that after all these years of conning and deceiving people, he'd only gained a little experience.
So one idea had always been perfectly clear to him: the first brave soul to step through that door deserved a proper hearing about what had gone through his mind.
That was why, after Amber really did help him find someone, he'd taken such care and patience in talking with him.
Unfortunately, though the Black Doctor seemed prepared, his performance was still a little clumsy.
If he'd known to play dumb, answering every question with "I don't know" would have done. But he'd been so confident in his own story that he'd even tried to give the character an arc. No wonder he'd let something slip and aroused suspicion.
Had he really only written those words on the wall?
The door's effects were so extraordinary that it would have been hard to associate it with a demigod.
Unfortunately, the Black Doctor had acted stranger and stranger, and more and more of his remarks had contradicted each other, almost as if he were confessing outright. It was hard not to consider the possibility.
As Fu Qian had pointed out earlier, writing that line was difficult to interpret as an act of good will. It was practically a prank.
And afterward, he hadn't hurried through the door. He'd insisted on waiting until more people discovered it, then acted in full view of everyone.
That made him seem even more maliciously playful. It also made his personality increasingly implausible.
In Fu Qian's view, almost no one would pull a prank like that and then actually go through the door, unless they were a madman who truly treated the world as a game.
But how could someone like that