I Am Your Natural Enemy

The first Wen Yan, on a whim, came to Chencang State as a tourist, and on this day once again walked into this café in Chencang State.

This small river, too, ended its disorder and chaos, was guided into the great river, and returned to order.

But the Little Mustache in this small river, however, became lost in the years gone by.

The second Wen Yan came back to Guanzhong County to visit friends, arrived at Chencang State, and on this very day, appeared once more in this café.

The third Wen Yan came to Chencang State to purchase some medicinal herbs, and likewise, arrived here on this day.

Each Wen Yan, when the thought of returning home arose in their hearts, would never be lost again. All of them, without prior agreement, came here on this day.

As the small rivers descended, each Wen Yan, like a phantom, walked back from the ages, merging back together one after another into wholeness.

And with every Wen Yan’s return, it meant that a Little Mustache became completely lost in the years, never to return.

One after another, countless phantoms unseen by others, emerged from the void and fused into Wen Yan’s body.

And above that great river, countless small rivers began to converge.

As more and more returned, disorder and chaos gradually dissipated, and the remaining Wen Yan began to regain a bit of consciousness, a bit of memory.

One Wen Yan from more than ten days ago found the Little Mustache from this small river.

He sat down across from Little Mustache without a word, then stretched out his right hand. Power circulated through his hand, and he told Little Mustache,

”You’ve gone to so much effort, tossed about so much, tried both cultivation and martial training, achieving nothing. Actually, it has little to do with your talent—it’s because you lack awareness. This awareness is something people like you, who truly believe they can never die, will never comprehend.”

Streams of light flowed along Wen Yan’s right arm. He turned his wrist and continued,

”You still want to stir up trouble, still want to seek some opportunity over there, but have you ever considered that maybe the opportunity is actually here? You simply fail to see it, you’ve never been prepared, and when the opportunity does appear, you’ll realize you’re simply not qualified.”

After saying this, Wen Yan turned and left, his figure vanishing amid Little Mustache’s crazed confusion.

Wen Yan had begun to know too much.

Gradually, more and more Wen Yan returned.

When the last Wen Yan stepped out, returned to this café and fused into the body, the great river once again became tranquil.

And the countless Little Mustaches lost, broken into fragments in the passing years, also began to approach the moments where, for various reasons, they would have to start over.

Apart from a small number of restarts for various reasons, nearly ten thousand instances all ended up surrounded and killed by the Scorching Sun Department.

Over ten thousand times of resets, just like that, were completely exhausted by close to ten thousand Little Mustaches at once.

The ripples he brought, like tiny droplets of mist, sprayed into the great river, and in an instant wiped away, vanishing without a trace.

All beneficial or detrimental effects were thus flattened and assimilated, as if no matter how nauseating Little Mustache was, or how much fuss he made, it was all for nothing.

Wen Yan did not get lost—he straightened out his own confusion and chaos, calmed the waves on the great river, then returned once more.

He closed his eyes and slowly opened them.

Now, he finally remembered why, back when he chose his class, he felt as if he had gone to that Forest of Stones of vocations countless times.

Because, he really had gone many, many times, however it happened—he remembered the feeling.

Those small rivers, from this moment on, all returned to the great river, no more branches.

Wen Yan checked his current status.

”Acquired extra Temporary Buff: Immortality (duration: 24 hours)

Before the extra Temporary Buff expires, your health bar will not fall below 20%.

Note: There may be certain Powers or abilities that can remove the Temporary Buff.

Time left: 19 minutes.”

He looked up at the corner of the café; the protective shield still remained.

Which meant that less than five minutes had actually passed here.

But in truth, in those split years just now, the 24-hour buff had, bit by bit, been hacked down to just a dozen or so minutes.

Fortunately, he hadn’t miscalculated—he wasn’t lost. He could come back.

Now he was sure—this is the correct way to use Chaotic Deity.

No need to burn one’s lifespan for a trade with the other side.

After burning off several days of lifespan, even Wen Yan felt it was a loss.

Wen Yan looked at the inside of the protective shield—Little Mustache was already gone.

Yet his clothes and such were all still in place, all his personal belongings too.

Only the man had vanished, split into more than ten thousand pieces, submerged by the years.

He took out his phone and made a call.

”Although it cost a lot of time, the result is still good enough. I’ll leave the rest to you.”

”Glad you’re alright. Thank you—get some rest.”

Wen Yan waited a minute; the shield vanished, and he headed over to the chair in the corner.

Picked up Little Mustache’s phone, and smoothly entered the password he’d gotten from those split years.

He sent the most recent call record’s number to the General Director, and that was all he needed to do.

This number belonged to one of Little Mustache’s other subordinates.

As for whether there were other subordinates—there used to be, but all were treated by Little Mustache as expendables and used up.

In the end, all that was left for Little Mustache were a Second Loop player and the Doll Master.

And this last one, code-named Scholar Tu.

Wen Yan picked up the bag, and the very first thing he saw was the photo album inside.

He reached out to touch it; immediately, a prompt appeared before his eyes,

”Paris Photo Album.

The holder may, by their thoughts, peek at wherever is on their mind.

The image will be revealed in the form of a photograph.

Note 1: If you are discovered while peeking, the photo may temporarily turn into a passage.

Note 2: Frequent use will intensify the user’s voyeuristic desires.

Note 3: All prior holders, 100% mortality rate.”

Seeing these three consecutive warnings, Wen Yan decisively gave up the idea of opening the album.

He then picked up the blue-and-white spotted deer figurine.

”Malicious Guidance Figurine.

Any tiny trace of malice will be acutely perceived, and its direction indicated.

Note: Sensing too acutely may not always be a good thing.”

Wen Yan opened the bag Little Mustache always carried with him.

Apart from the Magic Cube that had already vanished, there were actually several more items inside.

He casually fished out something that looked like a trophy.

”Immunity Holy Grail (One of Three Holy Grails)”

”Every 180 days, enough Power will accumulate, and once full, if hit with a fatal Critical Strike from within 1.89 meters, it will raise a protective shield 1.89 meters in diameter, immune to all external damage, for five minutes.”