Working Overtime Is Impossible

[Tyrant's Fist: Weapon]

[Effect: Can unleash the Scarlet Whip to ravage enemies, each lash causing the target to lose their mind]

[The tyrant's fist, usually presented in the form of a whip]

Fu Qian looked at his special kill reward.

This was the first time he had obtained a weapon after so long.

But the appearance of this weapon truly challenged the imagination.

With a domineering name like Tyrant's Fist, it turned out to be a ring!

This ring was clearly not made of metal, but of countless lustrous, fine threads twisted together. It was dark red all over and felt slightly warm to the touch.

Scarlet Fever? It was hard not to associate it with that thing.

Fu Qian had never worn a ring in his life.

He picked up the Tyrant's Fist, hesitated for a moment, then made a powerful gesture with his right hand and slipped the ring on.

His blood and qi surged, and Fu Qian flicked his right hand. A whip formed from several blood vessels and tendons flashed through the air.

The power and speed were good, and its activation was quite stealthy, almost like an extension of his arm.

Not bad. It made up for his lack of mid-range attack methods.

Before, he had Air Bullet for long-range attacks and was fearless in close combat. With this, he could now be flexible, long or short, always ready-- pfft!

As for the effect of losing one's mind.

Fu Qian thought for a moment, then flicked his arm, the Scarlet Whip lashing across his own back.

As blood splattered, a ferocious killing intent flashed through his heart.

Excellent!

After eating something so disgusting, he finally had some compensation!

Fu Qian nodded with satisfaction and reached out to touch the Mist Door in front of him.

[Consume 1 Sanity Value, attempt containment again]

[...1%...5%...18%...50%...99.5%...100%, containment scene loaded]

Now he needed to get his work done.

Working overtime was out of the question.

[Skills: Air Bullet, Internal Organ Critical Hit, Cat School]

[Weapon: Tyrant's Fist]

[Current Sanity Value: 32]

The shimmering lake and the lakeside mansion of the Wen Family reappeared before his eyes.

"Don't look around!"

Facing Captain Gu, who had a serious expression, Fu Qian patted the leader of the slacking faction on the shoulder.

"Got it."

He infiltrated through the broken pillar, kicked open the door, and smashed the bowl.

After kicking Miss Wen away and shattering an incoming stone pillar, Fu Qian grabbed Wen Li and headed straight for the safe room underground.

The moment the safe room door closed, Fu Qian saw Young Master Ye, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, being held back tightly by Mr. Ji.

"How long do we have to stay here?"

Inside the safe room, in response to Wen Li's question, Fu Qian held up a finger again.

"A week?"

"No, one hour."

Fu Qian shook his head.

"If you're not Sixth Order in an hour, I'll skin you alive!"

"I'm very sorry, but that's an impossible task for me. Perhaps you can just do it yourself."

Wen Li stared blankly at Fu Qian's face, then gave a bitter smile after a long while.

"This wasn't your mission to begin with."

Fu Qian blinked.

"Come out!"

"I don't understand what you mean..."

Wen Li's large eyes were filled with confusion.

Riiip!

Fu Qian tore off the heavy metal tabletop again.

The next moment, he threw the tabletop overhead, directly smashing through the ventilation duct opening and blocking it solid.

With a deafening roar, the entire safehouse trembled.

"You have 58 minutes left."

Fu Qian continued to stare at Wen Li expressionlessly.

She stared directly back at him, and after a long moment, her expression relaxed, replaced by a smile.

"You really can't do anything about me! But is one hour really not enough!"

The pitiable, lost look from before was completely gone. Wen Li elegantly walked over and sat down.

So that's how it is. I knew there was something strange about you.

"What should I call you?"

"Isn't Wen Li fine? After all, she and I are essentially the same person."

'Wen Li' blinked, crossing her legs.

"I don't know why you insisted on making me come out, but it's nice to have someone to talk to."

"Often, having talent isn't a lucky thing."

"Throughout my years of growth, I was forced to listen to countless people's inner thoughts, to perceive their emotions. These voices were so noisy that you forget your own original emotions."

"In endless confusion and bewilderment, one day, 'I' became 'we'—"

"Nice story. Too bad I hate wasting my time the most."

Before 'Wen Li' could finish speaking, an Air Bullet whizzed past her forehead, stinging her scalp and sending countless strands of hair falling.

"You can be anything, but you are definitely not Wen Li."

Fu Qian retracted his hand and said lazily.

"Why do you say that?"

'Wen Li' straightened up abruptly, her expression becoming serious for the first time.

Of course. If you're just a split personality of Wen Li, I wouldn't bother with you.

Whichever of you reaches Sixth Order, my mission is complete. After that, you can do whatever you want.

But the problem is, last time she clearly succeeded in advancing to Sixth Order, yet the prompt I received was that Wen Li's mission failed due to death.

The only explanation is that even though they share the same body, this person is a completely different individual from Wen Li.

This is also why Fu Qian only gave her one hour this time, and the threat changed from stripping her naked and throwing her out to outright killing her.

Last time, she didn't show up when threatened with being stripped, indicating she didn't care much about such things.

As expected, Wen Li would have been terrified of being stripped, but this one is facing death with resolve. This one clearly cares more about her life, so she ran out.

Fu Qian naturally wouldn't reveal any of this, letting out a cold snort.

"I've been wandering the martial world for many years, seen countless women, and developed a pair of discerning eyes. Your meager tricks can't fool me!"

"You can keep making up stories, but a friendly reminder: you only have 50 minutes left."

"You can call me Eve."

The fake Wen Li's expression turned completely cold.

"You are truly… different!"

"Thank you for the compliment. Can you reveal your true origin?"

This was indeed something Fu Qian was curious about. He had a hunch that this was the key to Wen Li's connection with the Containment.

[2-292; Cocoon Room]

"You guessed correctly. Although I was born from her, I am indeed not her."

"But what I said earlier wasn't entirely false."

"The pain and confusion Wen Li encountered are real, and I was born from such unresolvable emotional turmoil. Of course, she never knew of my existence. In a sense, I am the supernatural power itself, and Wen Li is merely the soil for my growth."

"Because of this, as long as she can advance to Sixth Order, I will be able to fully revive from her body, and she will vanish forever."

"I think I've shown enough sincerity with what I've said?"

Eve stared at Fu Qian.

"No matter what your goal is, I must tell you clearly: advancing to Sixth Order within an hour is impossible."

"Now that I have completely taken over the body, and my accumulation has reached a bottleneck, you only need to give me one more day—no, five hours, and I can attempt to fulfill your request."

Eve revealed a sweet smile, grabbed Fu Qian's hand, and pressed it against her dazzlingly white thigh.

"I don't need to be so quiet during the process. You can use this extra time however you wish."

Her skin was as smooth and soft as fine jade. Fu Qian looked closely, and even with the most critical gaze, he couldn't find a single flaw.

"Coincidentally, I happen to have some special ways to use it."