Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Good news: the real Apocalypse Academy is peaceful at the moment, with no exaggerated risk of leaks.

Bad news: the risk of leaks in these temporary files I've been exiled to is already so high that there's no need to specifically guard against it.

If Professor Robb's little test could really cause "Jade Soul Master" to conjure up the commotion just now,

then such lenient restrictions practically mean that he can throw out any tricks he has.

After all, given the Academy's research style, similar risks are probably everywhere.

"Keep up the good work, and avoid arrogance and impatience."

After briefly confirming the grim situation, Fu Qian directly ended his guidance, not forgetting to offer some friendly encouragement before leaving.

"... Okay."

Obviously even more confused, but seeing that Professor Fu didn't seem to have any major objections to this sensitive project,

Robb was relieved and didn't dwell too much on the overly vague guidance, subconsciously seeing him out.

Leaders' time is very precious, you know?

Of course, even so, his little emotions still couldn't escape Professor Fu's discerning eyes.

The Academy is such a large enterprise, with so many affairs and projects up and down. If you delay for one minute, how long will the entire Academy be delayed?

Didn't you see that this academic leader isn't even planning to sit with Professor Claudia?

Of course, since Robb still knew his place, Professor Fu didn't ask him three times face-to-face, but simply gestured with his eyes for him to go back to work, and then left with a flick of his sleeve.

...

What kind of changes Professor Claudia's special physique will undergo in coordination with "Jade Soul Master's" voyeuristic power is something worth anticipating.

But even though the journey wasn't far, Fu Qian wasn't planning to go there specifically.

The reason is as mentioned before: time is precious.

Professor Robb might not actually have any fungal infections, but the state of the entire Academy is, frankly speaking, quite worrying.

If the previous speculation about the power philosophy of "Jade Soul Master" is correct, then it's hard to believe that the ill effects suffered by the Spirit Ash Institute are not contagious.

The greatest possibility is that the entire Academy in the real world is now following in the footsteps of Akons.

Although that doesn't mean I necessarily have to race against time, after all, the essence of the matter is a deathmatch with "Jade Soul Master" in the dueling arena. The priority is to win.

Even to win, I must find ways by any means necessary.

But it would be too naive to think I'd willingly go to a place that's obviously suitable for the opponent to freely exert their abilities.

On the not-so-steep stairs below, a tall figure, with steady steps, was facing away from him, resolutely moving forward step by step.

The movements were extremely human-like, but the whole was so illusory that it was inferior to even the legendary ghost.

Faintly, just a few rough lines outlined the body, and a few frames were lost from time to time during walking.

Even if it's a temporary file, it shouldn't be this crude, right?

And there's more than one like this.

Quickly catching up, he specially canceled the blood-conquering state and walked alongside, but unfortunately, the humanoid silhouette clearly didn't react in any way.

At the same time, more and more similar things began to appear around them.

They were all different in height, size, and build, but all of them, like the first one, walked steadily, not looking sideways, and even heading in the same direction.

I often feel out of place with you because I'm not simple enough.

Walking among them, Fu Qian couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

And after looking at his low-key luxury outfit, he continued to follow without any shame.

The gifts weren't obtained by embezzling the Academy's resources.

Also, speaking of which, it seems that there are fewer and fewer people in the Academy along the way.

At first, he could still see a few people walking on the road, turning a blind eye to the humanoid silhouettes next to them.

But now, it seems that even a cold-resistant mosquito can't be seen.

Even this road looks a bit unfamiliar.

Fortunately, because of his rich experience in departmental cooperation, he can still roughly judge which direction this is...

At a certain moment, Fu Qian raised his head, pierced through the thin mist that had appeared at some point, and gazed at a familiar building in front of him.

The Curse Institute—but an enhanced version.

Not bad, exactly the place I wanted to come to first.

...

The style is indeed familiar, but it's indeed different from the original.

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Fu Qian is still very sure about his orientation. What's in front of him is indeed where the Curse Institute is located.

However, unlike the slightly desolate scene in his impression, not only is the whole more majestic and grand, but the exterior also has his own low-key luxury style, and its momentum is not inferior to the Spirit Ash Institute, which is known for this aspect.

In addition, it's even the destination of those humanoid silhouettes.

It can be seen that they, who are becoming less and less likely to lose frames, are unhesitatingly passing through a side door at one corner and entering one after another, their postures like pilgrimage, making this place a stark contrast to its former desolation.

Speaking of which—

Fu Qian didn't rush to follow in, but turned his head and glanced again.

Not only was it foggy, but even the darkening sky, which had quietly turned dark, was no longer the Academy in his memory.

So, whose memory is it in?

While questioning in his heart, Fu Qian had already followed the team in a compliant manner.

...

The blood conquest has not been forcibly canceled.

The moment he crossed that door, Fu Qian came to a conclusion.

The reason why he emphasized it so specially is very simple: other people are changing, actually turning from illusion to reality.

It's simply the legendary boundary between yin and yang. The humanoid silhouettes that were originally gradually becoming fuller actually all transformed into entities the moment they crossed the door, and each one was so clear that you could even see their untrimmed nose hairs.

But they are very unfamiliar.

Although he often skips work, Fu Qian prides himself on being quite well-connected in the Academy.

As a result, when he glanced at these faces, he didn't recognize a single one.

Especially the burly brother he saw first, who had unmistakable divinity on him.

And such a high-level transcendent actually had a face that he had no impression of at all, almost giving him the feeling of accidentally entering some parallel time and space.

But friends who often watch science fiction works know that even in parallel time and space, there are often coincidences, and you will encounter a few familiar faces—

At a certain moment, Fu Qian sped up two steps, directly passed through the downward stairs, and came to a space that was even more spacious than the basement of the Curse Institute in his impression.

Someone was already waiting, standing quite quietly around the corner of the hall in three layers, and he came all the way to a front-row contestant, examining the slightly familiar face with white hair and beard.

Feng... Grandpa Yunhong?

And at a certain moment, he really retrieved a result.

So even in parallel time and space, you are still at the fifth level?