[That was false, that was true, that was Him, that was me]
Fu Qian still remembered the description of the Calamity of the Unworthy Godslayer clearly.
At this moment, even the seemingly meaningless annotation felt so fitting.
Like how his self-anchor had blurred during the earlier clash with the Crystalline Tyrant.
Like how the crystalline apocalypse unfolding before him might not be real, and everything he had seen and done before might have been a lie.
Just this one line was enough to make him eager to see what he could glimpse after putting on the mask—hm?
He had to admit, it was fairly comfortable. It wasn't as awkward as it looked.
Fu Qian let out a soft breath, missing not a single change around him, and casually reached a small conclusion.
The only conclusion.
That was right. This increasingly authentic-looking guide to the road to godhood seemed to have done absolutely nothing when he put it on.
It hadn't stirred up any new crystalline movement, nor had it rotted away his old self and grown new flesh, transforming him completely.
He'd even tried setting down the Fool's image and the umbilical cord separately, but that hadn't made any difference either.
So much so that, at that moment, the jester's design on the mask had seemed almost fitting.
See? This was exactly why theory had to be connected to practice.
No matter how convincing the story sounded, you had to see for yourself that nothing had gone wrong.
He even lowered his head to check, confirming that the script in his hand was as steady as ever. At that moment, Fu Qian shook his head.
Unfortunately, nothing going wrong right now was clearly a bad thing.
As a new variable placed under high expectations, he hadn't gotten so much