This was... the end of the world?
Based on the earlier analysis, if Your Excellency the Fool really had borne the supernatural apocalypse all by himself, then this place was undoubtedly a vital part of the Bookstore World—a part more critical than any other.
Even if it fell within the domain of Etched Wisdom and theoretically wasn't real, there might still be some connection.
So throughout his investigation, Fu Qian had been fairly careful with his actions. For instance, when executing Mr. Rom, he'd deliberately used a single-target skill and hadn't so much as touched the whale beside him.
Who would've thought that now, at this very moment, the whale seemed to have run aground all the same?
That was right. Watching the changes before him, Fu Qian felt that this was still the best word for it.
As expected of Mr. Rom. Even his death throes had an astonishing effect.
It hadn't looked particularly violent, but the blood-red crystals scattering everywhere seemed to be the last straw, triggering a chain reaction.
After the eight slashes earlier, the crystalline traces throughout the space before him had already been crisscrossed and tottering. Now, at last, they looked as if they'd completely shattered.
Only the manner of their shattering was rather bizarre.
It wasn't like ordinary glass breaking to reveal what lay behind it. Instead, the glass had shattered into a tableful of puzzle pieces.
They were still laid out there, but now they could slide smoothly past one another, transforming the scene beyond recognition in an instant.
Even the whale, one of the absolute central pieces, couldn't escape this fate.
Before, it had seemed to be made of countless crystals fitted together. Now, the way those crystals fit together had apparently gone from three dimensions to two, and they'd been scattered