Scarlet Storm.
All I had to do to clock out was put on the mask. There was no need to stand up.
So standing up naturally meant I wasn't ready to clock out yet.
Surveying the warehouse, as quiet as ever, Fu Qian didn't hesitate. He immediately activated the spoils he'd just obtained.
It certainly lived up to its name. Scarlet.
Like the blinding effect of the Law Remnants, an anomalous color that, in theory, only he could see instantly enveloped the area.
A red brimming with life.
Clear and limpid, utterly still, yet at a glance, one could almost feel the very concept of life pulsing within it.
If he walked around somewhere crowded with this active, wouldn't he be an even greater source of chaos than the Glorious Tyrant?
Of course, the warehouse didn't seem to care.
Fu Qian continued strolling through the warehouse almost as casually as if he were taking a walk by a lake, but nothing happened as he went along.
The contained objects in the boxes were just as quiet. They showed no reaction to anything like bloodline ethics.
But that was fine. If they ignored him, he could always go to them.
At one point, Fu Qian stopped in front of a modest silver-white box marked 1-039.
[Hotbed; 1-039] [Gray Bed; 1-093]
Not being in a hurry to clock out wasn't just about testing the warehouse.
There was a question that had been brought up at the start of the mission, and now seemed like a good time to explore it a little.
This mission wasn't merely a second visit to the same place. Even the names and numbers of the contained objects seemed to correspond in some peculiar way.
If that wasn't a coincidence, might the reason reflect some