So, everything has its own value.
The watch that arrived before payment was just an ordinary item.
However, at this delicate moment, the sudden alarm changed the atmosphere instantly.
For a while, not only Fu Qian was lost in thought, but even Pachi across from him was staring at his hands with an expression that was half-smiling.
"Looks like you like this thing quite a bit!"
"That's right, mechanical watches are standard equipment for successful people!"
Before paying, I was talking nonsense and my mind was racing.
First of all, I set the alarm clock by myself. I am racing against time and will not do anything boring, so it must have a purpose.
I always calculate time accurately and don't need any extra reminders.
When setting an alarm clock, for yourself, you will face a person who knows very little, enjoys cheating, and has a very high status.
Even at the opponent's home court.
Therefore, the purpose of doing this kind of thing yourself is most likely to have a backup plan.
To sum up, the purpose of an alarm clock is not to remind, but to correct mistakes.
This is the information left to me now by myself at that time, to correct any adverse effects that may have been suffered during the fight.
At this moment, I remembered to set the alarm clock, but it was difficult to recall the motivation for setting it, so I had to think about it again. This actually confirmed that I was indeed affected.
So this backhand makes sense.
But in the case where cognitive influence has already occurred, a single period of time will hardly have any effect.
It's impossible that I didn't consider this at the time.
Therefore, this time itself needs to be able to deduce a sufficient information concept that does not depend on other things at all, because other things are no longer reliable.
Even this concept of information must be simple and intuitive to me.
So seven-fifty, or nineteen-fifty... what is the special meaning of this time?
Wait a minute, fifty--
At a certain moment, Fu Qian raised his head and looked at Patch.
"Just a boring toy."
This person is commenting on his answer.
"It is simply blasphemous to waste precious cognitive abilities on such things without exploring the joy of life and will!"
"Understood, I can see that you are more inclined to flesh and blood ascension."
He nodded understandingly before paying.
"What a coincidence, so are we."
Before he finished speaking, hundreds of tentacles exploded from his body.
At that moment, he understood the meaning of that time.
The focus is only on the second half, fifty has arrived - noon has arrived.
This message tells me that I should attack with all my strength next, just use the big seconds to kill people.
Just a number, or even just the second half of time.
What a simple, crude, and wonderful information carrier.
As expected of me!
While boasting, even though the knowledge in his head told him that he must kill Gao Ya after eight o'clock to complete the task, Fu Qian still took action without hesitation.
He has always been a confident person, even with his past self.
Compared with just now, the overwhelming tentacles even look different.
It is no longer the black and red biomass of the past, but now the tentacles show an almost nihilistic black, like a wound torn out in the space.
Dots of starlight are connected in series and dotted in the black interior, making it even more psychedelic at first glance.
This is the mythical form after being promoted to the Sage of Original Sin. The last time I killed Hamadus, I used it once to maximize the damage.
Unlike most demigods, Fu Qian's usual fighting form is relatively inhuman, so there is not much difference in appearance or fighting style when he transforms into a mythical form.
For this form, Fuqian feels more like further releasing the restraints.
The comfort of being free from the shackles of the body or even the will, and completely bursting with power.
In the past, considering the level restrictions, keeping it in this state may risk losing sanity, so I didn't use it much before paying.
This time he turned on all the firepower without hesitation.
"Calm down and keep your jokes in moderation!"
As the target of the attack, Patch finally showed the strength of a demigod.
In the seemingly inevitable dragnet, the next moment he crossed the space in an incomprehensible way and appeared intact between the gaps in the tentacles.
You can even use a victim tone to persuade you to calm down before paying.
Unfortunately, a bloody mist arose on his body immediately afterwards.
I'm kidding, I'm talking about full firepower, so naturally I use both big and small tricks.
After Fu Qian launched the attack, he concealed a few air bullets inside. Patch kept wandering around and finally hit him head-on.
"Interesting! You actually take action now... I am sure that I have changed your mind."
After being injured, Patch's tone finally cooled down.
"You have indeed changed."
Fu Qian controlled the tentacles all over the sky, aiming them at Patch like javelins, mixed with air bullets from time to time, making the opponent play a barrage game.
"I have to say that the strategy you chose is reasonable and effective."
"After confirming that I had determined to kill, you did not try to reverse this. Instead, you chose to start from the side and quietly change my concept of time. This is undoubtedly much less difficult."
"Until just now, I thought my plan was to wait until the screaming stopped before killing you. I didn't realize that this was different from the original purpose."
"Looking back now, when you spoke to me with their faces, you deliberately mentioned the time point, and the induction started from that time."
"A very clever method, moisturizing things silently."
"What a pity, I set an alarm clock."
"Cold, rigid, and boring, but accompanied by reliability and mechanical beauty, nothing else."
"And the only message it conveys to me is that this is the day you die."
"I know this goes against what I'm thinking, but we're just so confident."
"asshole!"
While he was talking, Patch was already losing one after another under the cover of the tentacle spear and air bullets.
Theoretically speaking, this person's ability is really mysterious and unpredictable. As a demigod, I am completely unaware of when my thoughts are distorted.
If it weren't for the alarm clock, I would probably have sat there until the end at eight o'clock, and then failed the task in confusion.
But at the same time, he is obviously not a melee fighter.
Once you actually take action, your ability to fight head-on is really far behind.
Of course, he may not be that weak, but who makes us invincible!
A few seconds later, Patch's body could no longer move and was pinned directly to the wall by the tentacles.
"You know, it doesn't make any difference to me."
Brother Pachi, who was scarred, remained calm.
"I look forward to our meeting again."
"And given what you did, I won't be so polite then."
"Looking forward to it."
Nod before paying.
"But is it interesting to say this now? Dr. Gao Ya."
Following the last call before paying, "Patch" was stunned for a moment, and then something strange appeared on his face.
Unfortunately, before he could express any emotion, dozens of tentacles gathered into a mythical biochemical magic arm and crushed his head.
[The current mission has been completed, number 2-155 was successfully contained]
This chapter has been completed!