I Am Your Natural Enemy

”Then, use your authority to have the system automatically record everything about this person: his gait, height, appearance, consumption records, social interactions, and so on. Record everything. Place it in a Black Box that no one can peek into, yet can be accessed for data matching. From now on, he is the priority target. If your authority isn’t enough, I’ll personally go to the General Director.”

”My authority isn’t low.”

”Good, as long as it’s doable.”

Wen Yan’s heart pounded fiercely. He had caught onto the tail; this time, he had really caught onto it.

He pondered whether to go see Little Mustache now or to hold back. If he went to see Little Mustache, and it happened that he didn’t acquire any suitable Temporary Ability, and Little Mustache then performed a time reset, he would forget ever seeing Little Mustache, while Little Mustache would remember it. All at once, I would be exposed to the enemy while they remained hidden. Should I try to find a solution without even observing Little Mustache?

As he mulled this over, Tong Si floated up from outside the window.

”All those dummies have collapsed.”

Upon hearing this, Wen Yan’s expression turned grim, and he immediately abandoned his original plan.

He didn’t know how far his previous investigation had reached, nor was he sure if he could reach this level of investigation next time. All he knew was that Little Mustache was no good character.

The Doll Master before him also knew Little Mustache. And Ghost, who had died in the sea at Cape of the Sea saving someone, was probably controlled by this Doll Master to jump into the sea and drown. There was also Luo Liang, who was clearly used as a disposable asset, with those unique live streams and videos served by a Domain. This was all he had discovered so far.

Wen Yan wasn’t sure if there were still others among them, or if some other entity was lurking in the shadows. But regardless, Little Mustache, who could perform time resets, was definitely the core of the core.

He represented the chance to start over even after making mistakes, and he would know much information that many others didn’t. If Little Mustache wanted to know some sensitive information, he could even risk his life to investigate it once. This advantage was simply too great.

Just a moment ago, he was wondering if this Doll Master, had he not been knocked unconscious, might have controlled other dolls to transmit this message. He hadn’t had the chance to ask anything before knocking the person out. Now, he was glad he hadn’t rushed to ask anything; otherwise, the message would likely have been leaked.

But now that the dolls had collapsed, that in itself was information. Wen Yan dared not gamble any longer; he had to find a way to break the stalemate, this situation where he was exposed to the enemy while they remained hidden.

He believed that Little Mustache definitely knew of him. Many past events must have also involved Little Mustache. Among the three matching surveillance photos obtained, one was taken in Nanwu County. The specific time was during those two days of dealing with the Mountain Lord, and the specific location was right in that vicinity. Wen Yan didn’t believe it was a coincidence.

He left the Doll Master where he was, not bothering with him. Following the coordinates given by Feng Yao, he, along with Feng Wei and Tong Si, rushed through the Nether Path and rapidly arrived in Guanzhong County.

According to the map location given by Feng Yao, the target was in a café near the Terracotta Army tourist attractions. It had only been ten minutes; the person might still be there.

When he came out of the Nether Path, Feng Yao sent him the Black Box he had requested—an item that couldn’t be directly viewed but could be matched with external data.

Then he located Little Mustache’s position; indeed, he was still in the café.

Driving the car, he arrived not far from the café. Through the car window, he immediately saw a man at the café window, wearing a beret, dressed in a checkered cashmere coat, sporting a little mustache, and carrying a messenger bag slung over his shoulder—he looked like an old-fashioned artist.

The man answered a phone call, bringing the receiver to his ear.

”Boss, I just noticed the dolls have collapsed, and I can’t reach the Doll Master anymore. I called his studio, but no one is answering there either.”

”I know.” Little Mustache listened, then calmly hung up.

At the same time, a prompt finally appeared before Wen Yan.

”Player (Reset)”

”Reset is the greatest asset a player possesses.

By constantly resetting, one can learn from failures and keep making new attempts.

Power may not be retained after resets, but information, intelligence, and experience can never be erased.

This is the biggest advantage for players who can reset.

It is also the most direct reason for changes in a player’s mentality.”

”You could kill him ten thousand times, and he could fail ten thousand times, but you only get to fail once.”

Wen Yan skimmed through these details and turned to check the Temporary Ability that was provided.

Seeing that Little Mustache was on a phone call, he couldn’t risk assuming it was just an ordinary call. He had to proceed on the assumption that Little Mustache could initiate a reset at any moment.

”Temporary Ability:

1: Cloud Sync.”

Upon seeing the first option, Wen Yan immediately equipped the Temporary Ability.

”Cloud Sync.

You can synchronize your memory, entrusting it to something you possess.”

Then, the first thing Wen Yan thought of was his title. Because only titles could not be erased by the reset ability.

The moment he conceived the thought, he succeeded. He chose the title Beast Nemesis.

He knew that even if a reset occurred, the Beast Nemesis title would suddenly pop up, and he would certainly equip it. Even if the reset point occurred after he had obtained the Beast Nemesis title, he would still need to wear the Beast Nemesis title to assist in his cultivation. No matter what, he was bound to choose it.

And in the next moment, before Wen Yan even had the chance to see what followed—he had just spotted a numeral ’2’—he saw Little Mustache put down the phone from afar.

Then, the next moment... there was no next moment.