Kindling (I)

What a devastating loss!

Facing his Sanity Value, which had already fallen below fifty, Fu Qian couldn't help but sigh again.

Fighting really was bad for both body and mind!

Of course, if he had to do it all over again, Fu Qian would still burn his Sanity Value below twenty without the slightest hesitation.

Another thing worth marveling at was that, after the great battle, there hadn't been a recreational task. Instead, he'd been sent straight into a level-one item, and what was more—

[Choose the skills and equipment you want to carry]

The prompt in his ear meant that the task didn't even restrict his abilities.

A level-one item with no ability restrictions—he had to admit, this midnight workout was thrilling.

Shaking his head, Fu Qian selected all his skills, then brought along all the equipment that was convenient to carry.

[...4%...6%...10%...18%...34%...66%...100%, Containment Scene loaded]

[In an inconceivable dimension, this is a bustling city.

Its unprecedented inclusiveness means you can find any kind of outlandish idea here.

Anything that defies convention will be accepted amid criticism.

Of course, these are only appearances. Its true nature is profound and secluded; any intrusion from outsiders will ultimately subside.

In short, when acting here, you would do well to avoid seeming out of place]

As his five senses returned, Fu Qian felt his body rocking back and forth.

He easily kept his balance and looked up. He was in an exquisitely decorated space, sitting on a soft cushion.

It wasn't very large, and he was the only one inside.

A carriage?

Fu Qian quickly realized he was sitting in some kind of vehicle.

Of course, for a horse-drawn carriage, it was moving at a pretty good speed.

Remaining a passenger and making no move, Fu Qian silently considered what he'd just