Facing an Ancient God for a Year - Chapter 1397 - 1395: Calamity Strikes (10)

Chapter 1397: Chapter 1395: Calamity Strikes (10)

“Bastard… you tricked me!”

At that moment, it was as if the sound of scales tipping could be heard.

With Tyler’s angry outburst, the five fingers that were tightly intertwined around the headcage rapidly contracted as if burned.

Clearly, regarding whether the headcage was a handle or a poisonous bait, he finally made a decision.

The fact that the other party handed over such an item so readily was already slightly disconcerting.

Especially after revealing his identity, considering his character, how could he be so easily coerced?

Unfortunately, he still thought he had seized control.

And this guy even pretended just now to try to snatch it back, further confusing the judgment, making himself willingly hold it in his hand.

“How strange, I’m busy with my own matters, but while casually collecting some blood samples with the cage, how did it result in a scheme against you?”

Unfortunately, his anger obviously brought no positive meaning.

Sitting there, the Grand Fate Ming Emperor retorted with increasing clarity, unhurriedly.

“Did I force you to take the cage?”

The idea of leaving a mark was, of course, nonsense, but proving such a thing false was extremely difficult, especially with Brother Tyler being like a startled bird under repeated emotional upheavals, having no mental capacity to support such beliefs anymore.

And the reason for saying this was also very simple.

Based on previous experiences and the Interlocutor’s sharing, Fu Qian decided to extend the storyline beyond the Transcendent’s control to efficiently take control of this dream.

…

From initial suspicion to subsequent probing, the situation before him was now very clear.

The recurring corpse-collecting incidents in Shangjing, although ultimately blamed on a group of fugitives, didn’t satisfy the inexplicably wronged Tyler Gulad, who, spurred by the Grand Fate Ming Emperor’s stimulation, imagined this dream to prove his innocence.

And in this dream, this youthful talent displayed undeniable strategic prowess.

Not only did he perceive that everything was part of the Grand Fate Ming Emperor’s conspiracy, but he also, leaving no stone unturned, traced the latest setup location and captured it on the spot.

To maximally reduce the opposition’s resistance and entice them to speak the truth, he perfectly impersonated another Shangjing genius.

As a peer not easily dealt with, Tyler was undoubtedly far more familiar with Jiang En’s current situation than others, smoothly arranging a plausible motive.

Ultimately, the Grand Fate Ming Emperor was successfully deceived, not only admitting his misdeeds but even reluctantly handing over personal items.

Generation wonder Tyler Gulad ultimately, through his efforts, managed to prove himself innocent, despite the decaying Night Watchmen and burdensome family, becoming a celebrated story…

It’s a pity that one of life’s greatest regrets lies in waking from a beautiful dream—especially when it turns into a nightmare but remains unaroused.

With just a few words, a drastic difference unfolds from Heaven to Abyss.

The carefully crafted character met its true owner.

The other party not only watched coldly the entire performance, but this act was already part of the calculation.

Not to mention a naturally proud beings like the Bloodline Clan, even if it were a regular person, the blood pressure would probably spike.

Clang!

With a heavy sound, the headcage was finally thrown to the ground.

But unfortunately, on its gray-black strips, there was an increase of dark red traces, as if it had drunk its fill of blood.

After staring at this scene for a few seconds, the young Bloodline member gazed over with a gnashing, hateful look.

…

The headcage, of course, had no recording function.

The saddest part for Tyler was that the one currently holding a certain degree of control over his dream already had abundant experience in dream manipulation.

With his retreat, although it wasn’t enough to dominate, changing the appearance of an item appropriately wasn’t too difficult.

In a word, under these circumstances, even if you told him it was for livening up the atmosphere, Tyler clearly wouldn’t believe it anymore.

His terrible mood was evident from the angle and force with which he threw the headcage.

On one hand, like a hot potato; on the other hand, he resolutely refused to let the other party retrieve it too smoothly, directly tossing it into a corner with a clang.

What powerless rage!

As the culprit, Fu Qian felt no guilt for disturbing a beautiful dream but was instead immersed in the delightful feedback of increased control.

But it wasn’t enough.

In the next moment, he showed his palm, which, from a certain angle, appeared a bit glittery.

This strange sheen easily suggested the reason—it wore a special glove.

“I don’t know how your elders taught you, grabbing unfamiliar, high-grade extraordinary items without a second thought.”

Tyler couldn’t help but widen his eyes as Fu Qian matched his actions with words, fanning the flames.

Of course, the mention of the glove and the new skin of the Sweet Dream Cage were of the same nature—an equal implication, making this fingerprint-reserved trap appear more natural.

…

“Speak, what exactly do you want?”

Adaptability of the mind is truly strong.

Under successive strong stimuli, Tyler’s confidence was crushed into the dirt but instead of going berserk, he calmed down.

“If you just wanted a scapegoat, there was no need to tell me all this…”

“Telling me so much clearly indicates you want me to understand the current situation. State your terms.”

Very good, Brother Tyler is always so cooperative.

Fu Qian showed genuine appreciation for this reaction.

Of course, what he appreciated even more was those virtually unblinking illusory eyes.

With stability achieved, he could proceed further.

“Brother Tyler indeed straightforward, my request… You actually already helped suggest it earlier.”

The laughter under the mask followed in the next moment.

“Recently, I’ve come across certain opportunities and need a little financial help as a result.”

Th𝒾𝑠 𝓬hαp𝙩ɛr 𝙞𝘴 p𝙤𝓈𝙩𝘦ḍ bƴ 𝓀𝗶𝓉𝖾пⲟ𝘷𝙚𝗅

“What you want is the Gulad family’s belongings.”

Clearly startled for a moment, Tyler then clenched his teeth.

“Who doesn’t know Brother Tyler is held in high regard by the family elders.”

Fu Qian openly admitted it.

“Rest assured, I only want one item.”

“So, what can I exchange for? Don’t expect me to trust any promises from you.”

Tyler fought with his last bit of strength, striving for his rights.

“How could I… The condition I offer is straightforward; the method to remove the mark from the headcage. You can completely verify it on-site before completing the transaction.”

Fu Qian gestured to assure he wasn’t issuing empty promises.

“…So what exactly do you want?”

Such conditions present no obvious fault right away.

But the more it seems this way, the more worrying it gets, as whatever the opponent wants can’t be simple given the painstakingly orchestrated situation.

“Don’t worry, I won’t force the difficult on you. What I want has long been confirmed as being with Brother Tyler.”

Fu Qian offered a reassuring smile.

“For example—the Abyssal Chronicle.”