The Moment of Devouring (Twenty-One)

Create a classic crisis scenario to draw the Warehouse's attention, then do everything possible to make the mission's containment attempt fail.

If all my guesses were right, what was the purpose of this test—or ritual, perhaps?

As he casually drew a standardized clock, Brother Mage Doctor arranged things with a grave expression. Meanwhile, Fu Qian silently pondered.

He'd thought this would be an easy solo run. He hadn't expected it to be so troublesome.

Of course, the Warehouse seemed to think so too. It had even taken the initiative to restrict his items.

It had probably designed things this way because it thought that if he had any strange items on him, he'd likely become alert right away and let the target escape. So it didn't consider that a good option.

But that was only on the surface. Once it turned into this carefully designed death trap, it directly weakened his Asura Mode abilities.

Worst of all, even after realizing the mistake, it didn't correct it. When he started over, the mission and restrictions were exactly the same.

Of course, there was no point complaining. A professional mission-taker couldn't be stopped, even if the obstacle came from the mission itself.

For now, he returned to the earlier question: if his guess was right, what was the purpose of this ritual?

It couldn't possibly be just for fun, could it?

Otherwise, the figure behind Abyssal Colt could only be called the God of Mischief.

At any rate, one thing was certain: it had some understanding of the Warehouse, or of this kind of containment attempt.

But for the poor Warehouse employees, it was a bit of a tragedy. After all, every attempt cost them Sanity Value.

Wait—Sanity Value!

Fu Qian's thoughts stirred.

Everything needed a motive. He hadn't thought in that