Congratulations.
Warehouse had managed to pull someone straight back out of Etched Wisdom. It was a small victory that let her finally hold her head high.
After all, as her social circles had gradually expanded, all sorts of people had been mocking her from every angle for days. Warehouse's intelligence had looked like it was about to drop to that of an eight-year-old.
Besides, since it didn't matter how long she stayed before returning—she would still arrive at the same moment—Fu Qian wasn't in a hurry to leave. He sat there, looking over his workplace, though everything seemed as usual.
Apart from messing with Mr. Rom's state of mind, this had been one of the reasons for taking off the mask and coming back.
After all, if the claim that the apocalypse had already arrived was true, then Warehouse's role all along became much more complicated.
Trying to nurse a dead horse back to health? Going to any lengths to save it even after it had died?
That was an easy possibility to imagine.
Or perhaps she had never intended to bring the dead horse back to life, and was merely giving the remaining wills a mild form of euthanasia to spare them from facing a reality that was too cruel?
That seemed equally plausible.
Either way, could an employee like him, who had just returned from a sensitive location, trigger some kind of anomaly?
That was what Fu Qian was looking forward to. Though Warehouse seemed as still as a stone Buddha, he would apparently need to find another way to probe the secrets of the apocalypse.
Fu Qian wasn't particularly bothered by that.
As long as the Hearthstone still worked, it was already impressive in theory.
His room for maneuver was somewhat limited, but Mr. Rom was truly