I Am Your Natural Enemy

He came to the spot he had scouted in advance, making sure there were no cameras, and hid all the gold bars here.

Then he drove out of the county city, all the way toward the building where he had just seen the Fierce Ghost.

But as soon as he arrived, he felt a rush of intense Yang energy surge ahead, which withdrew within seconds.

...

Wen Yan led the group out of the desolate tombs outside the city, right beside a sprawl of abandoned, unfinished buildings.

The tomb they emerged from was so dilapidated you couldn’t even make out the mounds—it looked just like an ordinary dirt road.

As soon as they came out, Tong Si looked toward the corridor of an unfinished building not far away.

”There seems to be a Fierce Ghost over there, it feels pretty vicious...”

Wen Yan just glanced over and saw a shadowy figure standing on the unfinished building, gazing at them from afar.

He pondered for a moment, then climbed over the fence and entered the construction site. The Fierce Ghost inside instantly vanished; in the blink of an eye, Wen Yan felt hallucinations swirling before him, as countless Ghosts crawled out from beneath the ground.

He erupted with Yang energy, a fierce surge sweeping out—every hallucination melted away without a trace, and a Fierce Ghost just meters from him was blasted backward by the shockwave of Yang energy.

Wen Yan extended his left hand; Gray Cloth shot out, ensnaring the Fierce Ghost and yanking it instantly before him.

A ghost whose eyes were bloodshot—a clear sign it had tasted human blood—and who dared to brazenly attack people, had no sanity left. There was nothing to talk about.

Yang energy burst forth, burning like fire; in just a few seconds, that Fierce Ghost dissipated into nothingness.

Wen Yan climbed back out over the fence; Tong Si looked at a car not very far away.

”That person’s aura... feels a bit strange...”

”What’s strange about it?”

”I can’t say.”

Wen Yan followed Tong Si’s gaze toward the distance.

He spotted Section Chief Li. When the other man saw Wen Yan, he drove over.

Wen Yan stared at the man, scrutinizing for a few seconds, and suddenly a prompt popped up before his eyes.

”Player (Second Playthrough Player)”

”A player who, to beat the game, can even turn into a green-haired turtle.

Everything is for clearing the game; he believes he’s just playing a game.

The game is all about winning—aside from that, he doesn’t care about anything else.”

”He feels this playthrough is no longer workable, and is looking for a suitable target to restart.

But the target he found to reset as has already been erased by you.

He’s started eyeing you; he is awed by your strength.

Fortunately, your rank is much higher than his—he cannot use you as a restart target right now.

Friendly reminder: When his rank is no less than one tier below yours, if he dies at your hands, you will become his reset target, his new character in the next playthrough.”

”Temporary Ability: None.”

Wen Yan read the prompt, his expression changing slightly.

What kind of ridiculous ability is this?

He glanced back at the unfinished building, realizing: so this guy came here in the dead of night just to die at the hands of that Fierce Ghost?

And restart another run as a Fierce Ghost?

Thinking it through, Wen Yan knew: with a Fierce Ghost showing up here, the Scorching Sun Department would definitely be called in to deal with it.

That means, as long as whoever comes isn’t more than one tier above the Fierce Ghost, after killing the ghost, this guy can continue swapping identities—turning into someone else?

If he keeps playing it like this, wouldn’t he just alternate between human and different races, and after enough times, maybe become someone really powerful?

No need for painstaking cultivation or training—just like playing a game, plan how to get killed in the most efficient way?

Across from him, Section Chief Li realized, upon seeing Wen Yan, that his goal this round was out of reach.

He knew Wen Yan, had seen his picture—a disciple from Fuyu Mountain, living at Virtue City Forbidden Land, connected to the Virtue City Great Killer Star who just slaughtered five Great Demons.

This was already set as one of his future targets, but he hadn’t expected the real thing to be so strong—able to incinerate a fierce ghost with just his Yang energy.

He silently bumped Wen Yan up to an even higher tier in his ranking; he estimated, maybe six or seven more times before he’d have a shot.

”Wen Yan, I’ve heard so much about you!” Section Chief Li got out of the car, greeting Wen Yan enthusiastically with a handshake.

He chattered about being a minor section chief at the Central Plains County City Branch, saying he couldn’t sleep and so came out for some overtime, planning to check out the newly registered Fierce Ghost—never thought Wen Yan would casually wipe it out.

Sitting in the car, Wen Yan didn’t expose this guy as a player, nor did he point out that this ”Section Chief Li” probably hadn’t been the original Li for a long time.

He was mulling over this Player profession.

He’d already encountered two; it seemed the Player profession was a larger category, with actual abilities divided by suffixes.

The first player he’d met was that Little Thief from Virtue City—not even a true beginner at that.

On his first outing, he barged into the elite monster’s lair and got a classic ”call-your-parents” warning.

This time, though, the player clearly wasn’t a short-term player; his mindset was already absolutely ”player.”

And he’d even infiltrated Scorching Sun Department.

To be honest, never mind the Scorching Sun Department—Wen Yan figured, if not for the prompt, he’d never have guessed there was anything off about Section Chief Li.

Tong Si’s Grim-eyed vision only picked up on something being a bit off—she couldn’t see the truth either.

As the car drove toward the city, right when they were about to enter, everything abruptly seemed to freeze.

In a blink, everything snapped back to days ago.

Wen Yan sensed nothing amiss—he was at home, looking at his phone.

But suddenly, some garbled symbols flashed before his eyes.

All the information about his profession began to flicker.

Then, beneath the titles, a new title suddenly popped up.

”Title: Beast Nemesis.”

He put away his phone, staring at this suddenly-appeared title in a daze.

”What’s going on?”