I Am Your Natural Enemy

In the video, someone held a Wolf Brush and was swiftly writing on a piece of parchment.

Wen Yan watched as the content on the parchment was rapidly filled in and then just as quickly dissipated, leaving behind a few simple lines of text.

It did indeed resemble the prompts he usually received. If that was all there was to it, Wen Yan felt, there was no need to waste this opportunity.

”Can I write down any question?”

”In theory, yes. However, not all questions will have answers. Write down the name of an existing person or an existing thing. It will automatically list detailed information about that person or thing. This is the most reliable method we’ve discovered through testing. If you ask something like where π starts repeating after a certain digit, that would be a question without an answer. Or if you write about something that doesn’t exist, there would also be no answer. The question must be about something that currently exists and for which there is an answer. When we obtained these parchments, there weren’t many left. After the necessary experiments, only this small amount remains. Our conclusions may therefore not be entirely comprehensive or accurate.”

”So, what’s the price?”

”Indeed, it’s just a consumption of energy—from physical strength to Yang Energy to Spirit. As long as you’re young and have a strong constitution, you can recover after some rest.”

Wen Yan didn’t write anything. He compared it to the information that would be written out and figured it likely wouldn’t be as detailed as the prompts he received when seeing a target with his own eyes. He had already encountered Little Mustache, and writing down Little Mustache’s profession might waste an opportunity. Moreover, he didn’t know whether using this wondrous item to ask questions would alert Little Mustache.

”Once you’ve decided what to ask, just go ahead. Even if he has something in his hands or some capable people under him, as long as they’re not nearly as powerful as me, they shouldn’t be able to detect it now,” the Old Celestial Master said reassuringly. Theoretically, he had already ascended once. However, despite ascending, he hadn’t entered the Celestial Court and still possessed his own consciousness; he already knew what that felt like. Little Mustache’s one reset had helped the Old Celestial Master take a step forward.

Wen Yan pondered, staring at the parchment for a long time. He didn’t need to write down Little Mustache’s profession. So, what would be a more appropriate question? After much thought, he patted Gray Cloth. Gray Cloth understood instantly and wrapped around him. Then Wen Yan first blessed Gray Cloth with Yang Energy, waited a moment, gathered his energy again, and then applied the Explosive Great Sun Blessing to himself. The intense burst of Yang Energy was instantly suppressed by Gray Cloth.

Wen Yan held the Wolf Brush and wrote his question on the parchment.

”What are the limitations of the Player (Revert)’s Professional Ability?”

In a flash, his eyes turned pure white, and his will halted. The Yang Energy Blessing on him began to be rapidly consumed; in just a second, half of it was gone. His hand, led by the Wolf Brush, wrote on the parchment:

Zhang Qiang.

Luo Liang.

Li Ming.

After writing the three names, merely three or four seconds later, Wen Yan stopped the brush. The immense Yang Energy from the Explosive Great Sun Blessing he had applied to himself was exhausted, and even much of his own Yang Energy was depleted.

The parchment ignited without fire and vanished in an instant.

It was as if Wen Yan blinked and regained his senses; a wave of fatigue washed over him.

Seeing the parchment before him dissipate and his Yang Energy depleted, he knew there must be a result.

”What’s the result?” Wen Yan quickly asked.

Both the General Director and the Old Celestial Master were frowning.

”Three names: Zhang Qiang, Luo Liang, and Li Ming.”

Neither of them understood. Just three names—what did that mean?

But Wen Yan, upon hearing these names, felt a spark ignite in his eyes.

Having an answer meant his question was answerable.

In other words, Little Mustache’s Professional Ability indeed had limitations.

The answer contained three names. He recognized one of them: Luo Liang.

He took out his cellphone, wanting to look up Luo Liang, but the phone had already shut down automatically.

After restarting it, there was no signal. Then, without the Old Celestial Master appearing to do anything, the phone’s signal returned.

He searched for the company where Luo Liang worked.

The previous owner was indeed named Zhang Qiang; no wonder the name sounded familiar.

But this Zhang Qiang had died suddenly.

It was only after Zhang Qiang’s death that Luo Liang took over the company and those... things.

Many of Wen Yan’s questions were answered all at once.

No wonder Little Mustache spared no effort to change Luo Liang’s fortune, turning Luo Liang into a Fate Igniter.

What good did that do Little Mustache?

That fellow definitely wasn’t doing it out of sheer boredom; he certainly had a purpose.

Moreover, Wen Yan speculated that the previously deceased Zhang Qiang must have also been a Fate Igniter.

It’s just that Zhang Qiang’s lifetime of luck had been burned up in a short time, leading directly to his sudden death.

If Little Mustache’s limitations were related to these three people—one dead, one on the verge of death, and one he didn’t recognize—then a reasonable conjecture emerged.

Little Mustache only needed one such person. When one died, he would choose another.

As for why he needed such a person...

Wen Yan examined the time of Zhang Qiang’s sudden death, then looked at the hundreds of time-related pieces of information recorded by the General Director on the wall.

Quickly, he found a corresponding time.

One of them was very close to the recorded time of Zhang Qiang’s sudden death.

The Old Celestial Master, watching Wen Yan examine the records, recalled his own recorded insights and, with a dawning understanding, began to explain,

”He’s like a small boat on a great river, drifting with the current. But he can stir up a reverse wave, propelling himself a short distance upstream.

As time passes, the distance he can propel himself upstream increases.

But when he’s propelled back, wanting to land in the river again, just knowing where he might land isn’t enough.

He needs an anchor still in this river, one that secures his small boat and ensures precision,

so he doesn’t land in an unintended location.”

”So, this anchor cannot be destroyed,” Wen Yan seamlessly interjected.

Now he understood why Little Mustache had gone to such lengths, playing all those games with an ordinary person like Luo Liang.

His anchor couldn’t die.

And Fate Igniters, while burning their luck, would experience exceptionally smooth sailing, turning misfortune into good fortune. Even when their luck was nearly exhausted, it would still offer a blessing, at the very least ensuring they wouldn’t die.

Just like last time, when Luo Liang’s luck was almost burned out and he had started to experience misfortune, yet when he was about to be silenced, Wen Yan still saved him.

Thinking of this, Wen Yan felt a mix of amusement and a peculiar sense of irony, like witnessing a boomerang effect.

In his second playthrough, he had managed to follow the clues, ultimately seeing Little Mustache with his own eyes.

The starting point for this was the Doll Master’s attempt to silence Luo Liang.

If not for that incident, none of the subsequent events would have occurred.

Perhaps, in all of this, Luo Liang’s rapidly waning luck had indeed played a small part.