Chapter 975: Chapter 973: Are You Aware of Your Crimes? Chapter 975: Chapter 973: Are You Aware of Your Crimes? In the place where mind and reality intertwined, everything was calm, except for the mood of the Transcendent demigod Veron.

After Fu Qian naturally expressed his denial, the unshakable intent to kill that he faced when confronting Ian, surprisingly, echoed in his mind again.

However, that was all there was to it–the surrounding scene did not change.

Regrettably, it appeared that this lack of change deeply shook Veron.

“How can this be?”

After looking around a few times, the demigod finally exclaimed in surprise.

“Logically, any speech or action that goes against the subconscious should cause instability, thus leading to unpredictable changes…”

“Is it possible that the change has already happened but is not visible on the surface?”

Faced with Veron’s doubts, Fu Qian thoughtfully offered a suggestion, stamping his foot on the ground as he spoke.

The echo was crisp, showing no sign of unreality.

It had to be said that, as a Psychic Series demigod, Veron’s manipulation was quite skillful.

“Is it possible that because I lied just now, the steel reinforcement grades here have shrunk, turning this construction into a disaster?”

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Of course, Veron was not really going to discuss construction issues with Fu Qian. While he kept silent in the face of Fu’s nonsense talk, the brain beneath the mask was clearly working furiously.

Fortune favors the diligent, and finally, at a certain moment, he vehemently came to an answer.

“I was almost misled by you! Just because I’m at Heaven’s Commencement Institute doesn’t mean I am definitely a brute who plays with flesh and blood. Could it be that you’ve always followed a psychic path, which is why you can handle such psychic influences with ease?”

“How could that be possible!”

It was evident that the explanation was not easy for Veron to come by, almost to the point of brain hemorrhage, but unfortunately, Fu Qian still adamantly denied it at light speed.

“I’ve always been blindly choosing powers.”

And with this second denial, the surroundings remained as stable as ever.

“Impossible!”

Having had the experience, the shock Veron felt this time around was, by all accounts, somewhat less.

And as an overwhelming sense of disbelief filled him, the next moment the tearful mask on his face cracked slightly at the corners of the eyes, extending downward, like abstract tears falling.

Indeed, they truly fell.

The corner of the eye was just the beginning, in the blink of an eye, the entire mask appeared as if being pulled by forces from different directions, gradually tearing and deforming, seeping into the textures of the whole body, as if a patch of black and white had been applied to the skin.

But finally, the face beneath the mask was revealed, and clearly, it was not a human face.

The overall shape was an inverted triangle, with sharp teeth and snout, pale gold eyes, and the grooves and ridges on the face were much more profound than those on the body.

And now, being stared at by these eyes, Fu Qian felt his heart instantly filled with pure sadness.

This negative emotion was so overwhelming that it seemed to have the momentum to crush all dopamine.

Could this be the epitome of pure pessimism?

He sighed deeply, flowing against the current, but Fu Qian didn’t use any power to resist; instead, he fully savored this feeling.

He had said long ago that mental resistance was never about avoiding impact with a shield but about facing the impact head-on.

Last time in Dunis, he had been engulfed by boundless Ecstasy, and it took a great effort to calm down.

Now the other extreme had arrived; there was no reason to flee.

Self-tempering; after heat tempering comes cold tempering!

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“Now then… Professor Fu!”

In the silence, Veron’s voice came through, hoarse and even shaking a bit.

It seemed that after he stimulated the crying mask to its full potential and merged it with the current Origin Void, the effect was indiscriminate towards friend or foe.

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It’s no surprise, after all, the reason it’s difficult to precisely control is often because the power is too great.

Even Veron, the initiator, had this reaction, which proved the point quite well.

“I think… now you should have something to say to a certain person.”

As if holding back endless sorrow, the next moment Veron clapped his hands again.

Creak!

The door in the corner opened in response.

Dressed in black, with the appearance of someone in their thirties, a figure with an air of scholarship walked in.

Fu Qian recognized him at a glance, it was Ian, the Demigod step away from Transcendence from Divine Ashes Institute.

Of course, at this moment, this person, who looked every bit the youthful talent, was completely incomparable to the likes of Yin cowering.

Such a character truly needed no Transcendent means to lure a mortal young girl in the spring of life.

And if he always presented himself with the air of an academic elite, it’s no wonder Veron, a Demigod, cherished him so deeply.

“Professor Fu, long time no see.”

Yet Ian, with his confident, composed gait, walked up to the pair and, instead of eyes red with bloody tears, he gracefully took a seat, not forgetting to give Veron a nod of acknowledgement.

“Ian…”

However, on the other side, Veron was not so calm; he seemed like a bladder swollen to the brink, punched yet again, his speech faltering.

Fu Qian could even feel the surroundings starting to become unstable.

“Control it a bit, or Lanaia will have to come up here and join the conversation.”

He naturally voiced a reminder the next moment.

“You know the consequences of a woman watching a tearjerker.”

Ha ha… ha…

Amidst the laughter, filled with profound grief, Veron abruptly turned to look at Fu Qian, his voice suddenly stern.

“I admit… you are quite exceptional, Professor Fu… even under the suppression of the mask, you still manage to this extent, but now… look at him, and let me see what you have to say!”

As Veron spoke, Ian also reined in his smile slightly and turned his gaze over.

Yet after a few seconds of eye contact, an image of Ian, crushed into fragments by Fu Qian, appeared in his mind.

Like a video tape played in reverse, the fragments quickly gathered back together, eventually forming an Ian full of cracks, overlapping with the image before him like a piece of broken art forever irrestorable.

And as the culprit, Fu Qian’s heart was filled with a surging grief, an emotion known as remorse emerged–
Was I too harsh? Everyone has their own way of life, and all the participants were voluntary– No!

Fu Qian negated the thought quicker than it appeared, leaving not even a ripple behind.

Divine Ashes Institute had some interesting techniques on the mental level, indeed.

It’s just too bad, the more they think, the less they can comprehend the realm of a true man.

“Heh… Ian.”

The next moment, under the intimidating stare of both men, Fu Qian heaved a long sigh and fiercely slapped the table.

“Do you know your crime?”

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At those words, Veron, the Demigod, was visibly shaken by the intense mental impact, struggling to accept this turn of events.

And Ian, covered in bloodstains, was also momentarily stunned.

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“What crime do I have?”

“What crime do you have?”

Fu Qian let out a cold laugh.

“Gathering people for debauchery, how many years would be the sentence, or with this number of people, do you dare to tell me you didn’t look up the relevant laws and regulations before you did all this?”

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