I Am Your Natural Enemy

Besides these, there were three other items that counted as wondrous items.

A multi-faced stamp; Wen Yan counted, there were twenty-eight faces, with fourteen faces engraved with intaglio characters.

”Review Stamp.

The fate of many people, many families, once depended on this stamp.

The holder of the stamp can possess fourteen identities.

Note: When you have an identity with a low hatred value, there will inevitably be some identities with a high hatred value.”

A rather roughly made coin, irregular in shape, with a symbol Wen Yan didn’t recognize on it.

”Cursed Coin.

Originates from an ancient civilization long lost to the ages; this is the key to open the gate.

Note: When the holder enters oceanic areas, they will suffer a drowning curse.”

Wen Yan was silent for a moment, unsure whether this curse was more formidable, or his Calamity Protector Water Official Talisman was stronger.

He continued to examine the third wondrous item that would provide a prompt.

This was a key that looked like an ordinary Grade-A single-bar lock key, and usually, locks of this type were poor in terms of anti-theft.

Wen Yan had suffered for this reason before and had specifically learned about it.

”Locksmith’s Key.

This key is plain and unremarkable, but in a locksmith’s hand, it can open some doors that cannot normally be opened.

Note: The door must have a lock.”

Aside from these three, the other items could no longer trigger any prompts.

Wen Yan felt that the other things might also be wondrous items, only their effects were kind of lousy, and they wouldn’t bring him any threat or any particular benefit either.

He put everything away again, but unfortunately, he had no idea where the magic cube had been teleported to.

Wen Yan was quite fond of that teleporting magic cube; plus, he more or less understood how to use it—it was probably as simple as restoring the cube to teleport.

Not too useful in emergencies, but decent for cutting down travel time.

He found himself an empty spot and sat down. The café was empty; before he could act, the only barista was contacted by a Scorching Sun acquaintance and lured away.

Wen Yan approached the counter, cleaned the grounds bin, added ground coffee, and made himself a cup.

Taking a sip, he sighed. As expected, a wild boar can’t get used to fine bran—then started adding milk and sugar.

He sat on the sofa, quietly resting, relieving his fatigue.

Countless pieces of information felt like they’d all been crammed into his brain at once; he was beginning to have trouble distinguishing which were real and which never actually happened.

After a cup of coffee, his head felt a little less unbearable.

Nearly ten thousand distinct experiences—it was indeed hard to untangle. The chaos of temporal dislocation felt to him like living over ten thousand different lives.

Even though the differences were only in the last few months, it still gave him a headache, and he didn’t dare to carelessly investigate any traces that might have been left.

He could only try to sort it out slowly later.

Right now, there wasn’t much he could clearly recall—just the things he’d deliberately sought out, like the lock screen password on Little Mustache’s phone, and various other passwords.

And, things related to Little Mustache’s subordinates.

The rest, he’d have to take his time to clarify.

If there was any extra benefit, maybe it was inexplicably picking up a few new life skills.

Like, how to make coffee, how to stew meat for a Roujiamo, how to hand-pull noodles, how to connect a PR pipe, and so on...

One cup of coffee down, Wen Yan’s chaotic mind gradually began to calm.

A new prompt appeared.

”Having entered the game with your own body, the core player was split into nearly ten thousand fragments, drowned in the river of time, shattered, and utterly disappeared.

You introduced disorder, you added chaos, yet you guided disorder and chaos into order.

Under the current order, the player system’s core role has now vanished.

Title obtained: Natural Enemy of Players.”

”Title: Natural Enemy of Players.

This title comes with a basic passive effect: Fearless (Your heart will not waver from any form of fear)

Basic passive effect: Liver Emperor (Focus increased, energy consumption greatly reduced).

Equipping this title grants 100% suppression of players, 100% true damage, 100% immunity bypass.

21% chance to trigger file deletion on players.

21% chance to trigger forced reset on players.”

”Current equipable title slots +1.”

”Calamity Protector Water Official Talisman receives an extra 20% progress; current progress: 49%”

”Gained an additional 10% generic blank progress (can be added to any already-owned ability with progress)”

Wen Yan looked at the newly-refreshed flood of information and rubbed his head.

Now he’d really hit the jackpot with gold coins, and his equipable title slots had actually increased by one.

He immediately equipped the Natural Enemy of Players title and immediately felt his spirits lift, with energy consumption greatly reduced.

The other effects of this title didn’t matter as much; the two basic passive effects were both quite handy.

If he was about to grind skills endlessly, his efficiency would get a huge boost.

As for the progress with the Calamity Protector Water Official Talisman, he didn’t have the mind to check it for now—his head hurt, and information was overwhelming him in a mess.

Besides, Grandma’s buff was still ongoing, which meant he was still at risk of dying.

He called Feng Wei and then headed out to the Desolate Tomb; after walking inside for ten minutes, he came out again, returned home, ate some of Grandma’s offering, and collapsed onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

In the dream, he was still slumbering, and Grandma’s figure appeared. She sat at the bedside, reached out a hand, and gently stroked Wen Yan’s head, a little helpless and a little weary.