The Moment of Devouring (13)

"How are you feeling?"

As the familiar prompt sounded, the exact same question followed.

"Not great."

With his five senses restored, Fu Qian looked at the bespectacled Mage Doctor before him and chose a different answer this time.

"Oh? Is something bothering you?"

The dutiful doctor before him was, without a doubt, intrigued.

"It's too loud."

Fu Qian looked troubled.

"I've been listening to a horse whinnying for five whole minutes. My head feels like a mess."

"...Just a horse whinnying?"

His answer was clearly beyond the Mage Doctor's expectations. After a moment of stunned silence, he couldn't help asking again to confirm.

"Isn't a horse whinnying enough?"

Fu Qian frowned.

"What else should I have heard?"

"Nothing... What time is it now?"

After giving Fu Qian a strange look, the Mage Doctor asked a familiar question.

"Six fifteen p.m."

Fu Qian glanced at the digital clock behind him and answered again.

"Very good. Now draw that time on paper as a clock face."

The Mage Doctor nodded, and paper and pen were once again slapped down in front of Fu Qian.

This time, Fu Qian didn't show off any astonishing technique. Instead, he drew a perfectly ordinary clock face with the hands set to the correct time.

Looking at the assignment, which had no apparent flaws, the Mage Doctor wore an even more astonished expression than before as he gazed at the perfectly respectable citizen before him.

Seeing all this, Fu Qian thought to himself that he'd bet correctly.

As expected, it wasn't normal to hear no extraneous sounds during the test and be completely unaffected.

That made sense. The Abyssal Colt's effects should be quite powerful against ordinary Transcendents. The odds of being completely immune were low; the only difference was how resistant each person was.

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