I Am Your Natural Enemy

This kind of request, Wen Yan naturally couldn’t agree to, because he truly didn’t have the ability.

When he was hanging onto a temporary ability in the past, he didn’t know much about the deeper details, and was busy fighting with people, so of course he didn’t think much about it. When he could use it, he’d use it promptly.

Later, he understood it was Grandma who added the buff, and during non-task periods, he could only add a buff under Grandma’s watchful eye during his training.

Grandma never explicitly mentioned, but after a few times, Wen Yan roughly understood that Grandma’s power wasn’t something that could be used indefinitely and at will.

If it was during task execution, or a single time, then fine, there’s nothing much to say.

But in the long-term, how could he have the qualifications to agree?

Today one person comes, tomorrow another; if everyone thinks it’s effortless and foolproof, what if someone dies because the Blood Lock didn’t work and they blame us?

Wen Yan summarized many experiences from his bitter days over the past ten years, many learned through blood and tears.

One of them is, living well as a person means doing good deeds within one’s capacity, but doing good to help others also requires moderation.

If Wen Yan himself had this ability, it wouldn’t matter, he’d be willing to help casually.

But to agree on behalf of Grandma? No way, he truly wouldn’t dare; this point he’s always clearly understood.

Single instances and long-term commitments are entirely different concepts.

Using it freely while training at home and providing it long-term to others are also two different concepts.

Wen Yan didn’t directly agree, and Feng Yao didn’t continue to say anything.

He just felt something strange; if it were someone else, he wouldn’t find it odd. But Feng Yao’s privileges weren’t low; he should know something, and usually, Feng Yao wasn’t like this... hmm, a bit unsure of his measure.

Wen Yan didn’t rush to the detention center; he glanced at the box of chocolates on the table, stared at it for a while, but still didn’t touch it.

He asked someone for a pair of gloves from the Scorching Sun Department, made of rubber with something called an inert substance inside. It was said to prevent electricity and isolate material and energy exchanges.

He opened the box, saw the chocolates inside, and immediately a prompt jumped before his eyes.

"Vitality Coin."

"On the premise of someone voluntarily selling their own lifespan, through some special techniques, using chocolate as a medium, their vitality can be infused into it and then sealed with gold foil to prevent dissipation.

The consumer can obtain random vitality ranging from twenty-five to thirty-one days, forcibly extending their lifespan.

It’s one of the few things that can exceed the lifespan limit."

"When lifespan becomes a tradable thing, it inevitably evolves into unilateral exploitation and plunder."

Wen Yan looked at the neatly lined-up gold coin chocolates in the box and couldn’t help feeling a jump in his heart.

He slowly closed the box, then had the Scorching Sun Department prepare a standard isolation box for carrying.

Then he placed the box of chocolates into the crate, locked the crate, isolating all the scents.

He closed his eyes, standing in front of the crate, waited quietly for ten seconds, until he felt the ripples in his heart settle down.

Even he, who considers himself completely indifferent to this thing, would experience a shock.

This thing, it’s strange.

Now he understood why Feng Yao specifically invited him.

Besides him being able to walk the Nether Path, other people taking the normal path might encounter unexpected situations with high probabilities.

Wen Yan calmed his mind, turned to look at Feng Yao.

"Do you feel that this thing isn’t quite right?"

"Yes, just like when I first saw ten million in cash when I started working, the sense of impact.

And even more intense than that impact."

Feng Yao paused his words, lowered his voice, and said.

"This thing definitely needs to be tested.

There’s a slight possibility afterward that someone might need to cooperate in experimenting with the effect.

At one moment, I even had an idea.

My great-grandfather is ninety-nine years old, his health is not good anymore, looking at the situation, he may not reach his hundredth birthday.

I was thinking, if someone needs to cooperate to see the experimental effect.

My great-grandfather’s situation fits well, perhaps he could cooperate.

Maybe he could successfully cross the century threshold..."

Speaking this, Feng Yao gave a bitter smile.

"Honestly, putting this thing here, the impact is greater than putting ten million in cash in front of an ordinary person, I would find it hard to resist giving birth to such thoughts.

I can’t even imagine, for those elders who are very high-ranking, or business moguls.

The allure this thing would have.

It is said that the people of Divine Land pursue immortality, but actually, people outside pursuing immortality and longevity, that’s what’s truly insane.

From what I know, the money burned each year abroad for this research, if calculated per exchange rate, it’s the same magnitude as the Scorching Sun Department’s budget."

"..." Wen Yan opened his mouth, unable to say a word.

"Before you sent the message, we actually also received some information.

But at that time, nobody linked the recent financial turmoil with Nanyang.

According to past experience, Nanyang has always been the dish on the table, the object to be harvested.

Even if it’s a local Nanyang big family, they just follow along with a sip of soup.

But seeing the actual thing before me, I truly feel that the one from Nanyang might really be sitting at the dining table too this time.