Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 182: Chapter 181 Demigod’s Leisure Life_1
 

In fact, if he hadn’t heard the voice, Fu Qian might have already forgotten the existence of this person—Xu Meng, who had just recently sought to trouble him.

Considering he had only met him once, and that was four days ago, most information about this person had almost been swept from his memory.

It took Fu Qian quite an effort to recall it.

However, it was clear that this was not Xu Meng; the hatred was palpable in the shouted voice, filled with resentment.

Fu Qian, for his part, wasn’t surprised by this; he never believed in the idea that a smile could erase deep-seated grudges.

It was possible that because of Tan Ying, Xu Meng indeed abandoned the thought of taking out his frustration on Fu Qian.

But after all, they were adults, and the spirit of victory through ‘Annihilation of the Void’ was still a tactic commonly known.

The only strange thing was, how did the voice of this vigorous man appear in his own mind?

He didn’t know him well, so auditory hallucinations shouldn’t have affected him.

Fu Qian held his breath and listened carefully to the voice he heard.

Half a minute after the resent-filled shout subsided, the same voice resonated once again.

Fu Qian instinctively focused his attention upwards.

Swipe!

The next moment, a dark curtain abruptly unfurled, and Fu Qian found the room suddenly become illusory and hazy.

Around him, in the dimming light, clusters of flickering and vanishing orbs of light appeared.

Xu Meng’s voice, full of resentment, came from one of them.

Fu Qian tried to reach out and touch it.

The next instant his vision brightened, and a scene flashed by.

An angry Xu Meng sat there, with the table in front of him covered in scalding tea.

A woman in professional attire, plump and round, was silent as if frozen, not far from the scattered fragments of tea cups.

There was no conversation at all!

The image ended quickly, and Fu Qian watched from beginning to end, until Xu Meng stood up and began to tear at the woman’s clothes, and she half-resisted as they tumbled together onto the sofa—not once did he hear his own name mentioned.

Could it be that what he had heard was a voice of internal resentment?

As long as someone thought of him in their heart, was it possible for their voice to be heard by him?

Although it seemed bizarre, this was the only explanation that felt right!

As for why this was happening, Fu Qian already had a rough idea of the reason.

The only change for him today, was his ascension to a Whiteboard Demigod.

In the description of a demigod, it specifically mentioned “obtaining a fundamental sublimation, officially becoming a mythological creature.”

Well, being associated with the word ‘god’, it seemed reasonable to have some divine peculiarities.

Having just interacted with a conceptual creature, Fu Qian was no longer finding such things difficult to accept.

The major account is already useless, so wishing President Xu to remain vigorous and unyielding with age, may you prosper like an old tree blossoming!

Fu Qian did not pay further attention to Xu Meng and instead surveyed his surroundings.

In just this short while, new orbs of light had emerged, while some that were already dim had completely dissipated.

Fu Qian focused on one of the newly appeared orbs, where the voice emanating from it sounded equally indignant.

The image expanded once again before his eyes.

In a classroom-like space, Tan Ying with her hair simply tied back tilted her head, her moist lips curved up, biting on a pencil and furrowing her brows in thought.

Though she was in class, her eyes were not on the blackboard at all.

Just a little grudge, and yet so much resentment?

Fu Qian was taken aback by her vengefulness.

Without looking further, Fu Qian exited the current scene and proceeded to look through a few more.

Qin Mingze, Wu Qingyu… almost all familiar people, most of the images were very blurry, likely because they were from longer ago.

Fu Qian felt somewhat relieved that his social circle was so small.

“`

If this were a celebrity, they’d probably be annoyed to death.

Where there is thought, it is known.

Looking back now, the side effect of ascending to demigod status seemed to allow any thought related to oneself to turn into a voice that reached one’s ears.

And having listened for a while, the loudest of all the voices was unmistakably that of President Xu.

Indeed, an enemy is the one who pays you the most attention!

In a reflective mood, Fu Qian tried to pull his attention away from these voices, and the feeling of unreality around him dissipated.

However, even so, new voices would still pop up every once in a while, though not as loudly as when he was focusing on them.

He had to find a way to block it out, as he was no voyeur.

Fu Qian frowned and looked around, the voices seemed to manifest directly in his consciousness, so wearing headphones probably wouldn’t work.

Wait a second! If headphones won’t work—

Fu Qian suddenly remembered something and without another word, he activated the mark on his wrist.

The scene shifted, and he entered the warehouse once again; without hesitation, Fu Qian swiftly found the Messenger labeled 3-0177.

This mask allowed him to synchronize with another world, which should cut off this intangible connection.

As soon as he put on the bloodstained mask, the scene before his eyes rapidly changed.

When his senses returned, Fu Qian woke up once more on the second floor of the bookstore.

Sitting up from the bed, Fu Qian didn’t rush to do anything, but just stared ahead in silence, waiting.

Neither Xu Meng’s nor Tan Ying’s voice appeared again—in fact, no voices appeared at all.

But Fu Qian found this rather strange.

Come to think of it, comparatively, he had a wider social circle in this world, so it didn’t make sense that he couldn’t hear any voices.

In Fu Qian’s estimation, after his arrival here, while he shouldn’t hear the voices of Tan Ying and the others, there should be some voices from this world that would take their place.

However, after waiting for a full half hour, there was absolutely nothing.

Did his demigod status not cause any change here?

Was there something special about this world itself?

It was also true that this world did not have a small number of demigods, but he had never heard of anything similar before, so there must be something special about it.

Too bad, Fu Qian instantly felt his hopeful wishes falling through.

Being disturbed was one thing, but if the effect he experienced earlier also worked in this world, his missions in the future would undoubtedly become much easier.

This would be like owning a mind detector, and no one could scheme against him without being noticed.

What a pity!

Fu Qian shook his head.

But every cloud has a silver lining, at least he gained a place where he could enjoy peace and quiet.

On days when things are too maddening over there, he could just run over here.

As Fu Qian thought this, he looked around; judging from the dust on the windowsill, the situation was almost no different from when he first synchronized here.

Indeed, the flow of time was synchronized between the two worlds.

Of course, the most accurate way would be to go out later and check the date.

Speaking of which, he hadn’t really spent much time walking around this place.

Fu Qian thought it over and, considering the harassment waiting for him when he returned, decided to take a temporary stroll here.

…

In this perilous world, human civilization is still being cared for as much as possible!

In some ways, the Night Watchman is truly doing a good job.

Wandering near the bookshop in a mall, Fu Qian was reflecting on this when he suddenly paused.

Not far ahead, Yuan Shan, her arms laden with shopping bags, was turning her head back in confusion.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!