"You're really afraid of getting hurt, for someone who looks like you do!"
While Fu Qian was sorting through the spoils, the Mask had also reached a conclusion from his probing, and was quite pleased with it.
Though the guy in front of him was terrifying, he was clearly subject to plenty of restrictions. Not only were his attack methods limited, he was also afraid of getting hurt. With no difference in their ranks, the advantage was his.
As for the other guy's inexplicable, insane rambling, it wouldn't affect him psychologically in the slightest.
"So how many months has it been since you got your first mission?"
It seemed the other man wasn't willing to give up, and kept trying to distract him with words.
"Why don't you take another guess..."
The Mask wasn't one to simply take things lying down, either. He didn't answer, and even took the opportunity to turn the tables and mess with Fu Qian's head.
So he was clearheaded, but not very cooperative.
Fu Qian shook his head inwardly and tried another question.
"So the task you just received was to gather flesh and blood to plug up that well, and the reward was to partially lift the seal on your power?"
Clap, clap, clap!
The Mask applauded outright.
"Correct. One hundred points."
"That's right. It showed up a little late, but I believe that if you were in my shoes, you'd have followed the instructions too."
So he really was something like source code?
Ignoring the Mask's smugness, Fu Qian felt his thoughts growing clearer and clearer.
First of all, there was practically no doubt that the five of them, including the Mask, were former predecessors.
But they definitely hadn't appeared here through some kind of cooperation across time and space.
Most likely, they