“Since you are a divine Candidate and the deceased herself, it doesn't matter how you handle the corpse...”
Before Wang Wei could finish speaking, Fang Yuan eagerly spun around, grabbed her hand, and gave her a crisp high-five in midair.
Wang Wei: “?”
What did that mean? Was she placing a curse on her? Afraid she would blab? Could she actually be a Candidate of the God of Illusory Dreams rather than the God of War? That corpse was just an illusion too, wasn't it!
Did she know too much and was about to be silenced to death?!
Clueless as to what Wang Wei was thinking, Fang Yuan gave the high-five and then skipped out of the Inspectorate, even waving to Qi Shan as he crawled out from under the desk when she passed through the lobby.
Scared out of his wits, he pretended he had dropped something and dove right back under the desk.
Before long, Wang Wei watched her return with a bucket of gasoline and a box of matches in hand.
Wang Wei: “...”
She opened her mouth, closed it, then hesitated again.
Fang Yuan, however, explained with great enthusiasm:
“I already planned to do this before coming here. I bought it ahead of time and hid it in a tree.”
“But I was afraid if I carried it in right away, you'd think I came to commit arson, so I came to say hi first.”
As she spoke, she pushed open the door and poured the gasoline onto the unrecognizable corpse with practiced ease.
Scritch—
An orange flame flared at her fingertips, and the match dropped steadily onto the corpse.
Immediately afterward, flames surged and swallowed the corpse whole.
A suffocating stench of burning protein, roast meat, and greasy incinerated fat flooded the entire room.
The smell was truly terrifying and nauseating. Wang Wei covered her nose, stepped back, and moved as far from the room as possible.
Having done all this, Fang Yuan shoved the matches into her pocket, placed her hands on her hips, and nodded. “The roast meat smells delicious. Truly worthy of my flesh.”
Wang Wei: “...”
She picked up a nearby fire extinguisher, intending to put out the fire once it was done enough so as not to burn the entire Inspectorate to the ground.
Just as she was about to give Fang Yuan a heads-up, she suddenly felt a gust of fierce wind.
Fang Yuan's face loomed before her eyes, and a powerful hand wrapped around her waist, sweeping her away with a single arm.
Dazed by the sudden movement, Wang Wei immediately understood when she saw a dagger embedded where she had just been standing.
As a newly appointed inspector, she had no personal feuds, and this strike was swift and silent—not the work of an ordinary human.
It was a divine Candidate.
Standing here, she would witness everything, so the attacker wanted to kill her as well while they were at it.
She wondered if that coward Qi Shan had crawled out from under the desk yet. He had better stay hidden; otherwise, if something happened to him, she would be the one stuck cleaning up the mess.
Keeping her arm around Wang Wei's waist and shielding half her body behind her, Fang Yuan smiled and waved at the intruder. “Hi! Coming to kill me isn't a wise choice.”
Whoosh! The dagger flew back into the assailant's hand.
She wore a broad hat that nearly covered the upper half of her face, as well as a mask, clearly wishing to conceal her identity.
“Resurrection from the dead. That indeed sounds like the God of War's 【Blessing】.”
“Yet we are meant to slaughter one another in the 【God Selection】. There cannot possibly be a truly immortal 【Blessing】...”
Before she could finish speaking, Fang Yuan scooped Wang Wei up in a bridal carry, crossed the room in two strides, pushed open the window, and leaped outside.
She was incredibly fast, the contours of her arms tracing smooth lines that harbored formidable strength.
Carrying Wang Wei like a doll, she darted hundreds of meters away with effortless ease.
Wang Wei only knew that she had been dragged into a battle between Candidates, and as a witness, she couldn't leave even if she wanted to.
Before every past 【God Selection】 officially began, Candidates would investigate and confirm the identities of rivals in advance, eliminating them to thin the competition.
Striking while other Candidates had yet to fully adapt to their 【Blessings】 or were still intoxicated by the thrill was when success was most easily achieved.
This Candidate had to be a Candidate of the God of War as well, or else she wouldn't have targeted Fang Yuan.
The fewer Candidates under one's own god, the greater the chance of emerging as the final victor.
“I knew jumping off the building would catch the eye of other Candidates. Sigh, sometimes one is simply destined to be in the spotlight. Such charm is impossible to hide.”
Fang Yuan blew at her bangs, adopting a helpless look that practically screamed, I just can't help being this charming.
Wang Wei: “...”
She calmly studied Fang Yuan's face.
Indeed. She knew perfectly well that leaping from the building would attract the attention of other Candidates and might even lead to being hunted down, yet she had jumped anyway.
What was the point?
Was it to let the other Candidates know she was a Candidate of the God of War, to let them all know her 【Blessing】 was resurrection from the dead?
But what did that accomplish?
In their eyes, such an act was nothing short of blatant provocation, tantamount to seeking death.
She couldn't quite fathom this Candidate's train of thought.
The night wind howled fiercely, completely drowning out the sound of running footsteps pursuing them from behind.
By the time Wang Wei caught wind of that hostile presence, Fang Yuan had already spun around with her in tow, dodging another flying dagger.
Without pausing for a single instant, her feet kept racing along the deserted street.
Soon, she opened up the distance once more.
“There are so few people out tonight! Isn't this place usually bustling?”
Fang Yuan's voice brought Wang Wei to alert.
That was true—there was nobody here.
This was the city center; every evening, crowds of people would visit the malls and grab late-night snacks here.
Yet tonight, not only was there not a single soul, but even the surrounding shopping malls didn't show a speck of light.
Holding her, Fang Yuan looked entirely relaxed, her lilting voice drifting into Wang Wei's ears with the wind.
“So, there's more than one Candidate trying to kill me.”
“A trick like this is clearly the 【Blessing】 of the God of Illusory Dreams.”
Saying so, she came to a halt, set Wang Wei down, and looked into her eyes.
“Then if I told you that this isn't my only 【Blessing】, and that I have another 【Blessing】, would you believe me?”
Wang Wei was genuinely completely bewildered.
In all of history, there had never been a Candidate who possessed multiple 【Blessings】 before the 【God Selection】 even began.
Was she claiming to be an unprecedented anomaly?
Was this the real reason she dared to jump from the roof and make her existence known to the public?
Fang Yuan's smiling face loomed close before her. Those crimson eyes resembled the most dazzling rubies; a single glance was enough to draw someone in and compel them to believe her words.
“If I believe you, can you get me out of this in one piece without hurting anyone?”
“Of course, as long as nobody ends up dead.”
She could turn a blind eye to missing arms or broken legs.
After all, the other party had attacked first with intent to kill; this was justifiable self-defense.
But if a life was lost, and right in front of her...
Then regardless of whether Fang Yuan was a divine Candidate, she, Wang Wei, would pursue it to the very end.
The law would hand down a just verdict.
That was the conviction that made Wang Wei become an inspector in the first place.
She could never betray her conviction.
Even if the person standing before her was someone who might one day become a god.
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