Chapter 14: Let's Speak Chinese! Talent Extraction!

Could it be that the evil god sensed his rebellious heart and was trying to win him over in this way? Zhou Quan was somewhat puzzled.

Yet, there was no doubt this was very advantageous to him.

"Which one should I choose?"

Among the five talents, only [Mirror Spellcasting] was immediately understandable; the other four were all rather strange.

But since he didn’t understand magic, [Mirror Spellcasting] was not an option—it would be a waste to pick it now. He could wait until he learned magic before choosing it. Talents not chosen this time could be acquired later by spending talent draw opportunities.

Zhou Quan’s gaze shifted to another talent.

“Is bragging really considered a talent?”

He looked at the description for [Bragging], pursed his lips, and a series of comical images flashed through his mind.

Evil God: Humble mortal! Submit to the most wicked power!

Zhou Quan: Are you kidding me? (Inheriting the swagger)

Evil God: Ah, well! You’re the most wicked one?

They both burst into laughter.

He shook his head and gave up on this odd talent.

That left him with three options: [Weapons of Mass Destruction], [Let’s Speak Chinese], and [I’m Really Hungry].

He immediately ruled out [I’m Really Hungry]. There was no famine now; he had no reason to gnaw on iron pills or drink copper juice.

He rested his chin on his hand, his eyes gleaming with thought: “Should I choose [Weapons of Mass Destruction] or [Let’s Speak Chinese]?”

He understood both.

The former would boost his presence and intimidation; the latter could interrupt others’ spellcasting.

In terms of practicality, the latter was clearly superior.

Supernatural powers had surely existed in this world for more than a day or two—likely thousands of years.

Therefore, he could reasonably assume that most existing spells were in ancient languages.

Whenever he faced an enemy uttering a spell, he could attempt to use this talent to interrupt them.

“Let’s speak Chinese!”

He could almost imagine the stunned look on his enemies’ faces.

After a moment, he nodded slowly.

“I’ve made my decision.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the text on his notebook flickered wildly. Four of the five talents vanished, leaving only...

[Weapons of Mass Destruction].

A streak of red light shot out from the notebook and embedded itself into the tattoo on the back of his hand.

He let out a muffled groan of pain.

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With the advantage of knowing what the enemy did not, he greatly enhanced his presence and deterrence. If the Gray Night Society dared to move against his family, they would think twice and dare not act rashly.

Moreover, if the Gray Night Society attacked, his increased intimidation would make it easier to extract information from them.

As for [Let’s Speak Chinese], he planned to simulate again tomorrow. Then, with another talent draw opportunity, he could acquire this talent directly. A difference of one day wouldn’t affect anything crucial.

Zhou Quan took out his Wolf King identity card and whispered, "Enhance the Wolf King identity card, remove the transformation restrictions, so I can transform anytime, anywhere, without being bound to the full moon."

This simulation earned him three achievement points. Counting the one he already had, he now possessed four achievement points.

The second enhancement of the Wolf King identity card required only two achievement points.

Suddenly, an invisible force enveloped the card.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The fibers composing the card shattered bit by bit until, in the blink of an eye, the card had transformed into a tangled mass of black threads.

The next moment, as if an invisible comb swept downward, the black threads gathered from top to bottom, reforming into the shape of the card, revealing a burly white werewolf.

Many lines of small text appeared before his eyes.

[White Wolf King Identity Card]

[A noble ruler with the bloodline of the Wolf God, revered even among humans.]

[Can unleash the power of the bloodline even when it is not a full moon night, and can teleport to any location within 10 meters, performing a brutal tear on any target before him. However, outside the full moon night, each transformation lasts only three minutes, followed by a thirty-minute rest (as a descendant of the Wolf God, channeling the Wolf God's wrath).]

It was done! Zhou Quan felt a surge of joy.

Although the transformation duration was limited, he could now transform anytime, anywhere—not just on full moon nights.

This was a qualitative leap!

He wondered how many achievement points the next enhancement would require.

[Enhancement Failed]

[Enhancement Requirement: 4 Achievement Points]

Zhou Quan was slightly stunned.

The first enhancement cost 1 achievement point, the second 2, and now the third required 4. Could the achievement point cost be doubling each time?

If so, the fourth would require eight points?

If each simulation only granted him three achievement points, then to complete the third and fourth enhancements, he would have to kill four more people for the evil god!

His heart sank.

Sure enough, the evil god's gifts came with a price.

Whether it was to extend his parents’ lives or to become stronger, he had to kill for the evil god.

Other people's lives seemed to be the currency in his bargain with the evil god.

Snap!

Zhou Quan closed his notebook.

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

“Secretary Wang, please arrange for the company to build two orphanages locally, each as large as the Sacred Heart Orphanage. The company will bear all the expenses.”

“Thank you.”

“A big company should have a sense of social responsibility. Consider this as a blessing for my parents.”

Zhou Quan hung up.

Secretary Wang was his father’s assistant and had become the bridge between him and the company after his father fell into a coma.

Although the family’s company was publicly traded, they controlled over seventy percent of the shares, so it was essentially a family business.

The board was a one-man show—whatever Zhou Quan wanted, he just informed Secretary Wang.

[A single orphanage falls, two rise; a merciful heart indeed, but you seem to forget your true nature.]

[Punishment: “Whip” once.]

Zhou Quan’s breathing faltered for a few seconds at the sudden pain from behind.

But he was already used to it.

The evil god’s punishment meant he was on the right track!

He would carry forward the work of everyone who died because of him!

Whether it was the deceased old director, the upcoming Queen of Heaven, or others in the future.

“By the way, do you know about the Gray Night Society?”

“Please help me investigate the Gray Night Society. My father had previously hired them for company security. I need to learn more about them.”

…

The cicadas’ cries echoed around the villa, nestled under the bright moonlight, lingering.

Night deepened.

Zhou Quan sat alone in the rocking chair in the living room, waiting through the night.

A gentle breeze brushed past, and his eyelids felt as heavy as if filled with lead, growing heavier by the moment.

After a while, he unknowingly drifted into sleep.

His lips remained tightly shut, yet faint sounds emerged from his body.

“I deserve this.”

“If I become a ghost, remember to seek revenge for me.”

“I have wronged you, Queen of Heaven.”

Thin wisps of black mist seeped from his body, coalescing into a human-shaped silhouette.

“I was deceived.”

“It’s all my fault, entirely my fault.”

“I repent; I am guilty.”

“God, can you forgive me?”

The voice echoed eerily through the spacious villa living room, filled with a chilling atmosphere.

The human-shaped form of black mist stood up, moving stiffly as if a series of frozen frames in an animation.

He walked toward the door.