Chapter 2452: Chapter 2447: The Prophet Is Dead (58)
Take a look, what is called taste.
Despite having a similar two-faced connection, Brother Clown clearly recognized which name better represented his essence at this moment.
Fu Qian was quite satisfied with the title for the time being, and it seemed the final showdown was about to unfold.
Bet on the last five numbers?
As the mastermind behind the scenes, these words sounded surprisingly convincing.
Earlier, the Clown indeed casually stopped Ah Wei’s actions, saving his own mission from failure.
Although he clearly had no need for gratitude.
Not wanting to end things quickly was just for higher level enjoyment; this was essentially a mutual pursuit.
If he hadn’t been patient earlier or if his taste hadn’t matched, he would only lock onto Death Angel and unleash full firepower, and the Clown may not have had any interest in gambling with him.
"Alright, what are we betting on?"
Fu Qian immediately agreed, without concealing his anticipation.
"Don’t worry, it’s definitely something you’re familiar with."
Without even asking for details, the Clown laughed more comfortably, even emphasizing fairness.
"Then you must stand up first."
He pointed under Fu Qian’s seat the next moment.
...
Indeed, the thing given to an old friend to sit on wouldn’t be simple.
The Clown was pointing at a frightening gift box, the one Fu Qian had been sitting on all along.
The ultimate gift had been given from the very beginning; only fools remain oblivious, right?
Fu Qian expressed his comprehension of the deep meaning behind this move, even saying it was quite comfortable to sit.
The current situation was very clear; Ah Wei’s countdown was accurate, the arrival of Eternal Night was at a critical point, ready to cross over at any moment.
Considering his capture objective, there was a significant chance it meant direct failure.
There was even a considerable chance that in such control, Ah Wei could directly kick this outsider out.
All in all, at the last moment, the true mastermind pressed pause and invited him to gamble for victory.
Moreover, from the Clown’s narrative, it was evident that he seemed to gradually align with the will of "Unseen Hillock," or should we call it Ji Feng’s will, as the plan advanced.
To some extent, not only was he mimicking Yuan Fang’s posture, but he was also essentially playing the role of a Dark Prophet.
This could explain why he could easily restrain the Demigods with a gesture; after all, being three times stronger when darkened, Yuan Fang couldn’t accomplish this.
Unfortunately, what he perceived didn’t quite meet his expectations.
"I’m looking forward to it."
In contemplation, Fu Qian stood up, quietly observing the Clown operate.
The latter wasted no time, immediately turning the lever beside the box, even making a specifically anticipatory gesture.
Snap—
Without much suspense, about three seconds later, the top of the box opened—
"Can someone tell me...what’s going on here?"
What emerged was not a spooky face, snake head, or even a bunny girl, but a cold questioning voice.
This voice even sounded truly familiar—Spider Queen Akasha?
...
Indeed.
Fu Qian took only half a second to confirm the identity.
Firstly, having met recently, the voice impression was still clear, and secondly, the face matched.
Yes, they met again, although it was somewhat condescending.
However, the fully opened box top didn’t reveal anything horrific; instead, it seemed to house a miniaturized structure.
Even though there was a barrier on the top of the structure, the scene inside was clearly visible.
And the earlier voice was coming from a figure inside the building.
So the Clown’s earlier claim of familiarity was actually a double entendre?
Not only had he been sitting on it for so long, but the key role inside was also someone familiar.
"I also wish to know."
There was even more than one acquaintance.
Akasha’s earlier question wasn’t directed at the heavens.
Unaware of the two observers overhead, she was questioning another character transformed into something inside the box, just like her.
Almost immediately, the question was responded to by none other than Crystal, who had been searching for her.
Earlier, he had just wondered why Brother Holle came alone, where Crystal had gone, and now it seemed an answer was right here.
Although Crystal didn’t look very pleased, clearly being inside wasn’t her intention.
"Did you capture them on purpose?"
Praising the marvel, Fu Qian verified with the Clown.
"Yes, I thought if the people were familiar, you might derive more enjoyment from it."
The Clown admitted without blinking, as if he had casually caught two crickets.
"You...how come you’re here?"
It was even three.
The location was a slightly narrow passageway, and when Crystal was questioning, she was clearly keeping distance from Akasha on the opposite end.
Yet, before the latter could reply, she had already turned around, questioning someone further behind her—herself?
Indeed, though standing gracefully, the face wasn’t much like Crystal’s, yet Fu Qian confirmed it was still an acquaintance, having recently bestowed the name Amber.
The Clown seemed to have put quite some thought into this gamble.
...
"How do you feel?"
Such a gathering of three was undoubtedly a remarkable spectacle.
And in his true transcendent view, at that moment the Clown casually confirmed Fu Qian’s impression.
"Will Crystal and Amber meeting cause any special side effects?"
Naturally, it’s not about claiming credit; Fu Qian knew the Clown was seeking his thoughts on the current situation.
After a few casual glances, Fu Qian offered a guess.
The meticulously prepared gamble by the Clown had to be interesting enough to be worthy.
Sure, he mentioned choosing familiar faces to cater to his feelings, but it wasn’t the sole reason.
After all, his acquaintances all had some issues.
Back then, he had discussed these matters with Amber, who showed some hesitation at a possible encounter with Crystal, preferring to avoid it.
And now, her face seemed to express some non-human oddity.
Crystal too.
Regarding Amber, Crystal seemed to partially understand, knowing where she originated from.
However, the fact that the other was standing alive before her clearly had quite an impact.
It wasn’t just existential doubt; her entire demeanor seemed to change.
"Haha, correct, the state you saw before was almost their most stable coexistence; whenever they meet, one must emerge as the leader, though who will be is not certain."
Sure enough, the Clown quickly confirmed, explaining what was happening inside the box.
"So you are gambling on who will dominate?"
Fu Qian pondered.
"No."
The Clown shook his head.
"We are gambling on whom Akasha will assist in becoming the leader."
