Seeking Counsel

Fu Qian, who had just caught his breath, immediately noticed something was wrong.

It was so hot!

His body felt like a candle in an oven, a sensation of melting at any moment.

No, he was already melting.

In just this short while, every cell in his body began to stir restlessly, struggling to break free from their restraints.

His muscles started to writhe uncontrollably, and his body felt like it was about to fall apart.

Fu Qian looked up at the flower bed ahead. Within the river of petals, countless moons seemed to revolve.

Countless bright flares were reflected onto his body.

Was there something wrong with the moonlight?

It hadn't been obvious before, but these petals were concentrating the moonlight, which was now countless times stronger, onto him, and the effect was manifesting.

Fu Qian quickly made a judgment.

Things were already starting to sprout from his arm.

They were a few twitching buds, rapidly twisting and expanding.

Is this like an alien infestation?

Fu Qian wasn't scared by the scene; instead, he grabbed one of the buds and yanked with all his might.

Sharp pain shot through him as the bud was torn off.

But soon, more buds emerged, and in no time, his entire arm had completely deformed.

It's hopeless!

Fu Qian decisively gave up on trying to clear it. Instead, he focused his attention on the constantly growing tentacles, discovering he could even manipulate them slightly to sway.

These things were rapidly burning through his life force. It wouldn't be long before he turned into a twisted mess of rotten flesh.

I can't stay here!

Fu Qian quickly scanned his surroundings, regrettably finding no exit. He turned and ran back.

However, even with his rapid reaction, before he could retreat back through the stone door, both his legs had completely melted and deformed, even beginning to merge with the ground.

He struggled back into the small courtyard, no longer able to maintain his balance, and collapsed onto the ground.

This undoubtedly disturbed the Werewolf brother inside the door.

With a howl, a black shadow lunged forward without hesitation.

[Containment Failed, Survival Time: 25 Minutes]

He had thought that after transforming into a slime, the Werewolf might lose interest in him, but he hadn't expected the creature to be so indiscriminate.

In the warehouse, Fu Qian recalled the scene of the Werewolf devouring him, the crisp chewing sounds echoing in his ears.

This situation is terrible!

The flowers in the garden were clearly strange. The key issue was that with that rate of mutation, he wouldn't have enough time to destroy them.

If he couldn't destroy them, he definitely couldn't stay in the garden. Even if he slowed down all the previous steps to the maximum, he still wouldn't have enough time to reach an hour.

It was a desperate situation everywhere!

What's the saying? All desperate situations stem from a lack of strength.

If he could have kicked the Old Man over and punched the Werewolf to death, he would have been able to escape every desperate situation!

Fu Qian didn't lose heart. Instead, he patted his head, telling himself to think outside the box.

Setting aside whether it was possible, if he had to choose one to eliminate, who would it be?

The Old Man's schemes and strength seemed unfathomable. The Werewolf seemed a bit more manageable; at least its intelligence appeared average.

So, the question arose.

For a creature that was a size larger than him, with superior strength and speed, and incredibly swift reactions, what kind of martial art could kill it?

Fu Qian silently took off his work ID and returned home from the warehouse.

He quickly turned on his computer. Fu Qian thought for a moment, then typed his search query.

[How to fight an adult tiger solo, bare-handed?]

He began to read through the search results.

"The physical condition of people cannot be generalized. In a state of extreme anger, I once..."

"Fighting a tiger solo, that's simple..."

"First, you need to be very strong... Don't panic... Don't turn your back to it..."

"Stare into the tiger's eyes, and when it pounces, just slide tackle it directly..."

"...Slide tackle a few more times, and the tiger will be exhausted to death."

Facing the chaotic mess on the screen, one piece of content caught his eye.

Slide tackle...

This idea—it's interesting.

[Sanity Value -1, entering Containment scene]

Fu Qian entered Full Moon Garden for the 8th time.

As usual, he reasoned with himself, got up, left the room, and hid.

Fu Qian opened the garden gate again.

But this time, he didn't step through the door. Instead, he only stuck his two hands out.

Flashes of light reflected off the petals, instantly illuminating his hands.

Soon, fleshy tendrils began to emerge from the ground.

Excellent!

Fu Qian retracted his arms and turned around.

The Werewolf, bathed in moonlight, had already stood up and was staring directly at him, utterly silent.

This damn oppressive feeling!

Taking down this guy was the only way to complete the mission.

Fu Qian stared at it coldly, not blinking.

Without hesitating for long, with a piercing howl, the Werewolf under the moonlight leaped high into the air, lunging like a black lightning bolt.

Don't turn your back on it... stare into its eyes...

Fu Qian took a deep breath and charged forward instead of retreating.

After running two steps towards the Werewolf, he immediately fell to the ground, sliding right under the Werewolf's belly.

Secret Art—Tieba Secret Art—Slide Tackle!

Slipping past the Werewolf's mouth full of bone-white fangs, Fu Qian shoved an arm, swollen to the point of being shapeless, directly into its mouth.

Intense pain surged. The Werewolf snapped its fangs shut almost instantly, and Fu Qian felt his arm being bitten nearly in half.

That's it!

Fu Qian's other arm wrapped tightly around the Werewolf's neck, preventing himself from falling off.

Meanwhile, the arm in the Werewolf's mouth, every single fleshy tendril on it was growing wildly according to his will.

The tendrils extended down the Werewolf's mouth and esophagus. Fu Qian controlled them to tear apart everything they encountered, deeply entangling with the creature's internal organs.

What was that saying again—touching the lungs and heart?

The next moment, Fu Qian used all his strength, grabbing onto anything he could and frantically pulling outwards.

A howl erupted from the Werewolf's mouth.

Deeply affected, its movements became completely uncontrollable, frantically destroying everything around it.

However, Fu Qian, using his deformed arm, clung tightly to its chest and neck, an attack blind spot.

Finally, when the entire courtyard was reduced to ruins, the Werewolf collapsed.

Crawling out from under the Werewolf's corpse with difficulty, Fu Qian nonchalantly tore off the last bit of flesh from his left hand.

"One slide tackle, then stuff it to death."

The Tieba bro's idea really worked.

After sighing, Fu Qian plopped down on the ground, gasping for air.

A feeling of cellular rebellion was slowly spreading upwards from his arm.

Fortunately, the speed wasn't fast. He should be able to hold on for an hour.

Unless he intervened.

Fu Qian looked up and saw that the Old Man from inside the house had somehow appeared in the courtyard.

The Old Man had put away his scythe and was looking at him with a strange expression.

After a long moment, the other party nodded.

"Very good!"

"Your fighting style is impressive!"

"Facing a monster like this, what made you think of confronting, even killing it?"

Just here to spout nonsense, I hope.

Seeing the time tick closer to the hour mark, Fu Qian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I see you truly don't understand..."

"For a true gamer, as long as it has a health bar, I'll kill even a god for you."