Only seven days left?
Just as I thought, time might not be as plentiful as imagined. After only a short stroll, half of it had already been used up.
The sanatorium was very quiet at that moment, and the Unyielding Man beside him grew even quieter.
As the culprit who had provoked him, Fu Qian felt no embarrassment whatsoever. He merely sighed inwardly.
That otherworldly, detached bearing was certainly not just meant to provoke people.
At that moment, he was genuinely taking in the atmosphere of this place.
To be fair, it was indeed a nice place. Even the saying "a place that makes people never want to leave" had found an alternative interpretation in his case.
As a mission numbered 1, there had not actually been any especially intense conflicts so far, nor had there been any utterly unsolvable predicaments that left one incapable of acting.
Yet it was precisely this place, which relaxed both body and mind, that silently guided everything toward an ultimate, unstoppable destruction.
From the woman with the hairpin to Madam Tracy, then the Recorder and the Unyielding Man before him... in theory, he had only truly been active in the sanatorium for an hour, yet the Well of Time had already appeared four times in succession.
And that was with him taking certain precautions.
Almost everyone he encountered, beneath their seemingly normal exterior, carried a sense of brokenness that dragged everything around them down into an abyss.
Honestly, that fit Fu Qian's image of a "mental rehabilitation center" even better.
Perhaps people instinctively believed that "madmen" should be hysterical, liable to suddenly lash out and hurt someone at any moment.
Or perhaps they appeared normal on the surface, while their thought processes had completely warped, making them feel no longer human.
That was still