The Moment of Devouring (24)

Fu Qian's words were like a pause button being pressed.

Goya's calm expression stiffened almost instantly, lingering on his face like a mask.

It was even unclear whether he had used some special method to cancel it, but the shrill alarm had stopped, too.

The surroundings fell utterly silent.

It seemed Goya didn't want the situation to escalate rapidly in the short term.

"Why four?"

Goya stared silently at Fu Qian's face. After a long while, he finally spoke.

"One, two, three—four."

Fu Qian pointed in three directions above his head, then finally stopped at Goya.

"So, in your eyes, I'm the same as them?"

His meaning couldn't have been clearer, and Goya had obviously understood.

"I get it. In theory, you're indeed different."

Fu Qian's grotesquely shaped body sat down in the seat beside him.

"After all, those three are already dead, while you'll have to wait a little longer. And among the three who died, one wasn't even Intermediate Tier. But—"

Fu Qian's tone grew heavier.

"In my eyes, the four of you are exactly the same."

"You really are a truly extraordinary... thing!"

The next moment, faced with Fu Qian's forceful logic, Goya even laughed aloud.

Most astonishingly, as he spoke in an almost rhapsodic tone, his face rippled and twisted in waves, shifting into a different appearance—one that was even female.

His voice changed constantly, too.

"You actually saw through the relationship between us..."

"But have you ever considered this... if someone below Intermediate Tier could be faked, why couldn't there be someone above Intermediate Tier?"

By the end, the voice had grown noticeably sharper, becoming a light, feminine voice.

The features on "Goya's" face settled into a somewhat familiar combination—

Kuraki Eiko. Fu Qian quickly recalled the owner of that face.

The lady, who