Chapter 2807: Chapter 2802: 13-Day Talks (59)

Is there even an elegance in winding brook and floating cups? That’s increasingly impressive.

Starting from the triad of time, place, and characters, it gradually captivates and ultimately hides a needle in the cotton; the precursor’s approach truly is not bad.

However, in the heat of the moment, to casually relinquish the pen’s control and invite an intruder with an uncertain attitude to show their skill—this kind of outlook indeed elevates the image further.

Of course, this behavior does not signify goodwill.

No one has the time to build rapport here; it’s genuinely putting the columnist in the hot seat—

Looking at what I’ve written, does it evoke any feelings?

Do you really still completely believe Servis’s words?

Even belief and disbelief are one thing. How will you make the remaining two judge whether you believe or not?

It’s all a test, and a slip-up could have serious consequences.

"Apologies for my inadequacies."

Fortunately, in matters of resistance, Professor Fu is never beneath others.

Without even glancing at the attending doctor, at that moment, he naturally raises his hand and picks up the pen, adorned with golden threads from start to finish.

[Judgment will arrive in six days]

Now, without any hesitation, he swiftly writes a line in the notebook.

...

When composing poetry and prose, one must aim for words that astonish.

The precursor, ultimately still young, did not know to whom he handed the pen that day.

Until ten seconds after Fu Qian picked up the pen, the office was filled only with the sound of breathing.

The remaining two leaders stared fixedly at that short sentence, seemingly trying to dissolve it with their eye rays.

However, much like the previous content, this profoundly negative sentence seemed welded in place, without a trace of ripple.

Is the notebook real or not?

As a result, the question previously used to torment the columnist is now fully returned at this moment.

For Servis and the other, either the notebook is fake and even random writing will not be negated.

Or you have to admit that judgment will descend here after six days.

The key lies in what kind of judgment? Who is being judged?

It’s all still entirely bewildering.

One can only say the intruder’s casual comment directly exploded the beautiful prospect of the sanatorium, even making the current confrontation appear somewhat superficial.

Like two people battling at the summit of the Forbidden City, only to look down and see the palace flooded, leaving only fragments beneath their feet.

The word ’judgment’ is too weighty, inevitably leading to associations with things like Doomsday.

No doubt, the previous efforts were not in vain.

In contrast, Fu Qian, who became famous overnight, seems much more optimistic.

If the nature is the same as the Abyssal Chronicle, this means that besides fake things, not firmly believed things won’t be written down.

And the current situation simultaneously proves two points.

First, the stabilization plan is successful, time has not quietly slipped away somewhere out of sight; six days of operation time remain.

Second, the mission person’s Cultivation Heart is stable, avoiding self-doubt, full of confidence in this point.

As for what is to be judged? It’s regrettable, he doesn’t know either, but it’s not intentionally keeping two Daoist friends in suspense.

"What judgment? Who are you really?"

Unfortunately, the victims clearly don’t believe, waiting in vain for broken promises; eventually, the sanatorium’s speaker, more concerned about the place’s safety, couldn’t help but ask.

"I don’t know, and cannot know."

And the response he received was despairing.

"But think positively; now, do you believe I want to leave here?"

In sincere dealings, Fu Qian didn’t forget to spread optimism to everyone, suggesting that this statement could reveal a bright spot.

...

Escape before Judgment Day? That’s indeed...

Fu Qian’s originally infinitely suspect image now gives a feeling of reason and evidence.

Because knowing the judgment approaches, he has no intention to linger here, ready to quickly escape outside.

Such straightforward and persuasive logic.

Even the saying "think positively" is hard to refute upon close reflection.

From their ongoing interactions, relying on his unique thought patterns and astonishingly erratic movements, the intruder’s intimidation undoubtedly grows more impressive.

And what puzzles Servis and the other most is a core question—what is this guy really here to do?

Theoretically, he should be like the poor Laxik, a character who stumbled into the devil’s lair, seeking freedom by any means.

However, in the face of survival hope, this one’s behavior is excessively calm.

Combined with his repeatedly astounding actions and curiosity enjoying the chaos, it’s hard not to suspect whether he truly intends to leave or came specifically to make trouble.

Now, with the statement about judgment, and even confirmed by the Truth Note, he’s given an unrefutable reason.

No matter how he knows judgment will fall, knowing the judgment approaches means he wants to leave; it’s perfectly reasonable, right?

In calculations, the most taboo thing is someone’s motives being unclear.

As long as there’s a desired goal, no matter how outrageous, it gives people peace of mind.

So for the remaining two, this truly is a good thing.

"I have to say again... You’re really suited for this place."

When Servis speaks again, he obviously receives this point, staring at Fu Qian and giving high praise.

"Too kind."

Fu Qian remains modest, casually uttering politeness while handing over the pen.

In winding brook and floating cups, turn the pen to another.

...

"Thank you."

Facts prove Fu Qian’s politeness isn’t amiss; the attending doctor indeed is inspired for poetry.

Facing the offered pen, Servis hesitated only briefly before reaching out to receive it.

Throughout the entire process, the precursor had no intention of stopping, merely watching the performance unfold.

As for the Truth Note, since Fu Qian directly added content below the precursor’s writing, this page is nearly full, with only a small blank space remaining—

[I am Servis, the doctor of the sanatorium]

However, Servis didn’t even flip a page, just continued writing in the blank space with a new sentence.

As for the specific content, at a glance it seems to share a similar style with what Fu Qian just wrote, straightforward and simplistic to the extreme.

Neither responding to the paradox of the Recorder’s name nor addressing whether Fu Qian’s words are true, without even stating "The precursor’s prophecy ability is fake," directly cornered the opponent.

The content seemed plain yet hit with heavy impact, filled with an aura that echoes through time.

Whether you’re mad or crazy, I truly am a doctor and will watch you here, the final result won’t change.

"You can try and see if the notebook is malfunctioning."

Once he finished writing, Servis handed the pen back to the precursor, suggesting he verify the game’s integrity.

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