Chapter 52
Perhaps it was the man's terrifyingly gloomy expression that finally made Wen Bei realize something was wrong. He looked up and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
His tone was helpless, as if he was a husband questioning his wife why she was jealous.
Qiu Tincture: “…”
Her red eyes glanced at him emotionlessly, and she walked out without saying a word.
Just when Wen Bei was confused, he came back with a frightened rabbit in his hand. He threw it directly to the ground, and the fat rabbit almost turned into a rabbit cake.
The rabbit housekeeper didn't dare to move when he was grabbed. After being dropped, he jumped in front of him and tugged at his ears with his little paws. "How do you feel?"
Wen Bei glanced at Qiu Tinge: "It's okay, what's going on?"
He asked the last half of the question to the rabbit housekeeper.
Rabbit Butler: "Don't blame me for not telling you in advance, but this is a surprise left for you by the previous owner of the hotel."
Wen Bei raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
The rabbit butler's hand, which was holding onto his long ears, trembled, and he accidentally hurt himself. He grimaced for a moment and answered honestly, "Of course, it could also be a shock."
It always felt that the boss's smile was full of danger and looked very familiar, which made the rabbit scared.
At first, the rabbit housekeeper didn't react, but when he accidentally caught a glimpse of the bored man who was using his supernatural powers to entangle Wen Bei's fingers, he suddenly realized it.
Where does this terrifying sense of familiarity come from?
Isn't this a case of bad company attracting bad people?
His boss, who was originally gentle and good-tempered, became oppressive after spending too long with this man.
The rabbit butler shuddered, then continued to explain with a half-smile in his eyes, "Everyone's abilities are different. I don't know what ability you'll unleash. Maybe it's a useless one."
"You just didn't tell me anything in order to stop me from expecting too much, right?" Wen Bei was almost laughing out of anger. He reached out and hit the rabbit butler, making a small hole in its head.
The rabbit butler covered his head and stepped back: "So, what kind of superpower did you get, boss?"
After it asked this question, the room was quiet for a moment.
Obviously, Wenbei wants to know this question more than it does.
During the time he spent at the base, he also witnessed many useless superpowers.
Those polluted polluters only gained extremely ugly deformations on their bodies, and their supernatural powers were useless.
There are abilities that increase useless mucus, abilities that make unpleasant bowel sounds at any time, and abilities with huge side effects, etc.
As the pollution level increases, their superpowers become useless. No matter how strong they are, they are of no use to their survival. Instead, they are bound by the shackles of polluters and cannot enjoy the priority benefits that the base provides to ordinary people.
Wen Bei stretched out his hand. He was a little uncertain, but once you have some things, you can use them instinctively even without anyone's guidance.
He began to activate his supernatural power. The moment the power took effect, everything in front of him suddenly turned black and white. Wherever he looked, he could see a line of numbers appearing on everything. Those numbers were dark gold, and it was the only color in his sight besides black and white.
He was looking very seriously, but from an outsider's perspective, his gaze just froze for a moment, revealing a thoughtful expression.
Wen Bei observed Qiu Tinge and Rabbit Butler at the same time, and made sure that this was a scene that only he could see.
With a thought, the cup closest to him flew into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, with the iron cup having a slight dent.
The rabbit butler was startled: "Is this your special ability?"
Could it be metal manipulation?
This ability is not rare, but once you become proficient in it, even a nail can pierce the throat and kill people.
Just as the rabbit housekeeper was about to praise him, Wen Bei manipulated something else, this time a plastic fork.
The rabbit housekeeper was stunned. A bad guess emerged in his mind: "You, is your ability also an [Equivalent Trade]?"
Wen Bei paused and put down the spoon. He didn't move at all the time, just sat there.
"Do you know this ability?"
A furry rabbit face forced itself to look serious.
Wen Bei: "Do you know my special ability?"
The rabbit butler was silent for a moment: "It's the same ability as the previous innkeeper."
Wen Bei pretended to listen attentively. He had some guesses about the data and felt a little uneasy inside.
Rabbit Butler: "This ability is extremely rare, and perhaps even if you have it, you will never use it in your lifetime."
Wen Bei, who had just used it twice for testing, glanced at the cup and spoon on the ground.
The rabbit steward also saw it. He touched his nose, and a hint of admiration flashed in his red eyes. "This ability is a kind of transaction. It trades and controls the holder's most prized and valuable possessions with objects or creatures within their sight."
“So there’s this title of [Equivalent Transaction].”
The rabbit steward swallowed mid-sentence. "This ability is terrifyingly powerful. As long as the holder can afford the transaction price, they can directly and unconditionally control the transaction object. Even if the thing standing before you right now is a 3S-level filth creature, as long as you can afford it, you can directly control it. As for the duration of control, it depends on the strength of your own ability."
"So the control time limit can be extended?" Wen Bei grasped another key point in its words.
The rabbit steward nodded. "Another terrifying thing is that the price it demands for a transaction is caused by the holder's obsession."
"Lifespan, vitality... and so on." The rabbit butler tugged at his ear again. "I've never seen the previous boss use this ability. I guess it must have come at a very high price, something you humans can't afford."
Qiu Tinge, who was standing by, suddenly spoke up: "I've seen other people possess this ability."
Wen Bei looked at him: "Hmm?"
Qiu Tinge's face was expressionless at first, but as he spoke, the corners of his mouth suddenly lifted. "He was a self-proclaimed hero who enjoyed the admiration of others. The price he paid was his sense of existence. In the end, he overused his supernatural powers, overdrawn his payment, and his entire sense of existence disappeared."
A person whose sense of existence disappears, no matter whether he is still alive or not, is dead in the eyes of everyone.
Even if he stands opposite you and shouts with you, no one can hear or touch him, and no one will care until his body rots.
Wen Bei: "That person shouldn't be from this world."
He had known for a long time that Qiu Tin could not be from this world.
His ability is [Pollution], which seems to have the same origin as the pollution in this world, but is actually more invasive than the pollution in this world itself.
Perhaps in his original world, he was also the abyss, the source of doomsday.
Qiu Ting stared at him for a long moment. The smile on his lips not only didn't disappear, but widened instead: "If you are also going to die from overdrawing your superpowers, then you might as well die by my hands."
A black, cold object like a scimitar was pressed against Wen Bei's throat, as if it couldn't wait. A cold light flashed across it, and if Wen Bei moved forward a little more, his skin would be cut.
The rabbit housekeeper was still not used to their constant attacks, so he was frightened and ran outside with his fat butt twisted.
But the door was closed, and it could only shiver in the corner.
Wen Bei raised his chin and tilted his head back slightly. He didn't panic at all. Instead, he raised his hand and grabbed Qiu Ting's tie, pulling him forward with force: "I hate looking up."
Qiu Tin lowered his voice a little and asked ambiguously, "Really?"
The man's eyebrows were deep, and his red pupils were dark and sexy, almost suffocating. It was a pity that the person in his eyes had no intention of appreciating it. Wen Bei let go of his hand: "You will know."
The mysterious black rune appeared again on Qiu Ting's Adam's apple. Unlike the previous burns that threatened the innkeeper's life, this time the rune was obviously controlled, and the lines gradually became obvious.
Qiu Tinge could feel the pain of his heart compression, but the smile on his face remained unchanged: "Is this also controlled by your supernatural power?"
Wen Bei: “No, I used my power as the hotel owner.”
He could clearly feel that after acquiring superpowers, his connection with the hotel became closer and closer. From the vague bond at the beginning, now he could even feel how many people were in the hotel and could control everyone who appeared in the hotel.
Turn them into trapped animals, just like the thieves we encountered before.
Restraining Qiu Tincture is also one of the boss's privileges.
After hearing this, Qiu Ting was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled quietly and said, "How good of you."
He said coaxing words, but his eyes were full of madness.
Their hearts were being crushed, and after being threatened, their bodies instinctively released their superpowers. The entire room was almost filled with hideous black pollution, but neither of the two parties cared.
They stood in the filth, as if they only had eyes for each other.
Qiu Tinge reached out and rubbed Wen Bei's earlobe: "So what is the price of your superpower?"
Wen Bei's eyes turned cold, and he gradually began to understand the thoughts of this mad dog Qiu Tin.
The reason why he was angry was that Qiuting treated him as a prey. If the price of his supernatural power was to harm his own life, Qiuting would feel unhappy as if the prey had been touched.
Even if it is myself who hurts him.
What Wen Bei hates most is being treated as a possession by a mad dog.
A crisp slap sounded.
All the filth and black fog in the room stopped, as if the pause button was pressed, but the undercurrent behind it was even more terrifying.
The rabbit butler who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead was so scared that he stood up again.
To Qiu Ting, this amount of force was just like a kitten scratching someone, and it didn't even hurt at all. And the humiliation of being slapped for ordinary people was almost non-existent in the madman's logical thinking.
Qiu Ting lowered his eyes nonchalantly, staring at Wen Bei's tender palm: "So what is your exchange price?"
The tone was clearly neither light nor indifferent, but it was filled with an extremely oppressive feeling.
What to do if beating a disobedient puppy is useless?
Of course I chose to leave it hanging.
Wen Bei didn't answer, but slowly lay down on the bed: "I'm going to sleep."
He was too tired and wanted to rest for a while.
Qiu Tin narrowed his eyes, ignoring the pressure on his heart, and stretched out his hand to strangle Wen Bei's neck.
The rabbit housekeeper was startled: "Boss! I also want to know what your exchange price is?"
It felt a sense of restraint as if it was being forced into battle, especially when Qiu Tin looked at it, it almost couldn't help but pretend to be dead again.
Wen Bei responded to it: "Don't worry, it's not vitality."
He could already determine what the data represented.
I just took a look at Qiu Tincture and noticed that the number on it was three question marks.
This made him even more unhappy.
The rabbit housekeeper was stunned for a moment: "What is that?"
It cannot imagine what obsession is more important than life for humans.
Health? Lifespan?
The outcome is the same. The price to pay for using superpowers is too high. What can tiny and pathetic humans gain in their short lifespan of just over a hundred years?
"Money."
The sad rabbit housekeeper: "......"
“???”
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