I Am Your Natural Enemy

They looked at Wen Yan, bowed, and thanked Wen Yan in various languages.

There was also someone dressed as a priest, who warned Wen Yan to be careful, as a powerful Demon God had appeared here.

Wen Yan cupped his hands in gratitude, fortunate to have previously received Gauss’s blessing; otherwise, he wouldn’t have understood at all with his level.

One by one, souls were purified, transforming into ghostly lights that soared upwards and disappeared.

The hull walls around, covered in rust, were continuously burned by flames, causing the rust to dissolve and leaving an aged, time-worn appearance.

Wen Yan descended from the bridge, heading to the most suitable place here to conduct the ceremony, also the most spacious area inside the cabin.

According to the structural diagram Wen Yan had just seen, ahead should be the place where the ball was once held.

As he pushed through, all evil spirits along the way were completely purified. As he pushed open the last door, an invisible ripple swept through.

Even the Yang Qi Flames that blossomed from him were blown away and dispersed.

In the next moment, everything within sight changed.

The violin played an enthusiastic and cheerful melody, with bright light ahead; under warm lighting, men and women in formal attire danced in the ballroom.

One by one, wait staff carried trays with one hand, walking along the edges, smiling as they served the guests here.

In the distance, a pianist in a sharp suit played emerging jazz music.

Wen Yan glanced back at the hull, filled with an aged look, which had now become brand new, adorned with oil paintings and some areas decorated with solid wood, exuding a classical flavor.

Standing at the doorway, Wen Yan was attended by a waiter in a shirt and vest, who held the door and gestured with an outstretched hand.

"Welcome, sir, the ball has begun."

Standing at the entrance, Wen Yan looked at the waiter before him and observed the changes around him, smiled, and stepped inside.

The uproar and excitement inside greeted him, the smell of alcohol mixed with strong perfume, causing Wen Yan to sneeze.

The staff led Wen Yan to one of the seats, where he listened to the music and watched the people dance joyously.

As Wen Yan sat at the table, another waiter approached with a tray holding two glasses of wine.

Wen Yan dipped his left middle finger into both glasses and then shook his head.

"No need, I don’t drink, thank you. Send it to that pianist."

The waiter’s expression remained unchanged, as if completely ignoring Wen Yan’s actions, he carried the tray to the piano and placed a glass of wine for the other party.

The pianist finished playing a piece, picked up his glass, looked back at Wen Yan, and raised the glass in greeting.

It was an Eastern-looking face but slightly different from the Divine Land people, with a somewhat flat appearance, a slightly lower nose bridge, and a broader nose shape, typical of an Island Country appearance.

Wen Yan glanced at the clue and smiled.

"Demon God***."

"A few months ago, this foreign Demon God responded to a summons and came to this ship.

Unfortunately, everything was not as he expected; none of what he desired was here.

And he himself, due to a peculiar bug, got trapped here."

"His identity and name are particularly important; you might want to consult a certain Demon King.

Following old traditions and rules, once his identity and name are known, he will be expelled."

"Temporary Ability.

1: Summoning.

You can summon devils/demons you are connected to in any way you desire."

Wen Yan equipped this temporary ability, understanding in his heart that this so-called Demon God... isn’t worth much.

Judging from the temporary ability, one can basically determine the strength or abilities of the other party.

This temporary ability almost directly says it’s like calling Gauss, equivalent to having no temporary ability.

Wen Yan glanced at the clue, waved, and indicated for the other party to come over for a chat.

The other dressed in a tailcoat, tied a bow tie, with gestures and steps showing a sense of forlorn gentlemanly old aristocracy, persisting with a touch of pretentiousness.

The pianist sat across from Wen Yan, holding his drink, still with his chin slightly raised, maintaining that air of arrogance.

Wen Yan pointed to the glass, kindly warning.

"I poisoned it; you better not drink it, as I’d like to chat with you a bit longer."

The pianist swirled the glass, maintaining that arrogance, sniffed it, and drained it in one gulp.

"Too bad the aged flavor of this wine is a bit too strong; if it were lighter, it’d be just right. Adding poison gives it more intensity, which is actually just right."

Watching the other put on airs, Wen Yan said nothing, simply leaned back in his chair, folded his arms, and quietly watched.

A few seconds later, the pianist slightly furrowed his brows, and a bluish tint appeared on his face.

Under his skin, bluish fur began to grow, and that familiar corpse energy Wen Yan had smelled since he came in could no longer be suppressed.

All the corpse energy, just as it erupted, was consumed and absorbed by the bluish fur, causing the pianist’s body to wither rapidly as if drained of moisture, quickly turning into a corpse covered in green fur, slumping in the chair.

And that green fur, deprived of nutrients, also withered and crumbled, turning into corpse poison, which Wen Yan absorbed completely with a raise of his finger.

"I told you the truth, why won’t you listen?