Ding... Ding...
The crisp sound echoed in the darkness.
Fu Qian gently tapped the table with his left hand, each tap causing his bare palm to sprout a finger.
Patterns, spikes, scales, grooves—the shape of the fingers was unstable, and the skin on them changed like a revolving lantern.
Fu Qian, however, was indifferent to this. After returning to the warehouse and realizing that his Mythical Form had dissolved, he chose the most comfortable position to lean back in his chair and listened to the prompts ringing by his ear.
[Mission Evaluation: Pseudo-God]
[You, in the form of a demigod, exercised the authority of Divine Beings, sentencing a new divine being to guilt, and stripping away Their power.
This incredible paradox is, however, a flawed ritual. Authority became clearer before you, and a path to a divine tier, previously unreachable, is now attainable.
And in the subsequent isolation of self, you clung to this absurdity.]
[Special Achievement: Meeting Self]
