The Moment of Devouring (Eight)

A moment ago, some kind of special gas had been quietly piped into the room.

It clearly had a powerful paralyzing effect, the kind that even transcendent beings couldn't resist.

They'd done it partly to restrict his ability to move, and partly to test how strong the consciousness of "Pachi" was.

Looking at the stunned man, Fu Qian silently assessed the situation.

Unfortunately, for him, this level of trick was practically nothing.

If these people had been ruthless enough to pipe in some hydrogen sulfide, it might've had a greater effect on his mood.

As things stood, though, he could use this opportunity to reinforce his persona.

"So, here's the question: what should I call you?"

Realizing Fu Qian had played him, the stocky man's expression stiffened.

But Fu Qian didn't give him a chance to compose himself. He asked in a tone dripping with mockery.

"Ulrich... Goya Ulrich!"

Fortunately, the man still had the courage to answer Fu Qian's question.

But the way he introduced himself through gritted teeth, like he was working a 007 shift, left Fu Qian with a strange expression.

Goya Ulrich?

So this was the person he'd been looking for?

Fu Qian sized up the mission target who'd delivered himself right to his door.

He was another Intermediate Tier transcendent, on a level close to Doctor Cynthia, but still a long way from demigodhood.

If they fought for real, Fu Qian could kill him in two seconds.

But Fu Qian didn't rush to make a move.

In theory, this strategy had gone extremely well.

After realizing the neighing had affected his cognition, he'd played along and taken his portrayal of Pachi to the extreme. In the end, he'd successfully drawn their attention, become a key subject of observation, and even had the target come straight