I Am Your Natural Enemy

He had almost never used his abilities in front of others before, rarely seeing others, especially those like Old Meng, and it was impossible for him to appear within the other party’s line of sight.

Because he was a similar person, being a big boss, it was naturally impossible for him not to have related abilities.

Now, seeing Wen Yan with his own eyes, watching the crimson golden flames burning on Wen Yan’s body, he realized how much the information he had fallen short.

Perhaps the information was originally placed at a low level of secrecy, specifically to fool those who might come to spy on such intelligence.

The Wen Yan in front of him, with Yang Energy surging, the excessive Yang Energy mixed with Powers he couldn’t even identify, turned into crimson golden flames.

How could this be the same as what was said in the intelligence?!

The last time, in that twisted connection, just a glance from afar, he saw in Wen Yan the thing he had been searching for.

He discovered that Wen Yan had titles, but the last time was too short, and from a distance, he couldn’t discern much.

He could only find out Wen Yan had two titles, but deeper insights were indiscernible, and the connection broke off.

He had always wanted to obtain a Professional’s title, but it had been so long, and he had only seen two people with one.

One was a long time ago, just after he had inherited his current profession, when he saw someone from a distance beyond the borders of the Divine Land, who had a title.

The second time was three years later, when he saw an Eropa person in Nanyang, but the person held too high a status for him to have any ideas.

Later, he voluntarily went out less, met with people fewer times, and never saw anyone with a title again.

He had also arranged for his subordinates to secretly gather information, which yielded no results.

What he could confirm was that a Professional title was even more precious than the Professional Ability of a Professional.

Now, seeing Wen Yan with his own eyes, he utilized his abilities to gather related intelligence on Wen Yan.

Yet he encountered immense obstacles; during appraisal, it felt like applying the Appraisal Technique on a million Lost Souls simultaneously, with the consumption growing exponentially.

After just two seconds, the Appraisal Technique, which originally had no consumption, left him unable to withstand the expenditure.

He only saw Wen Yan had two titles, but couldn’t appraise what exactly they were.

He saw that Wen Yan’s heart, while pumping blood, would also pump out crimson golden flames.

He saw that when he breathed, some Powers that couldn’t be appraised would silently and endlessly permeate and overflow with his breath, constantly growing stronger but with seemingly no outward manifestation.

As he tried to see more, he was blocked by a Stele, further obstructed by millions of connected Lost Souls.

Those Lost Souls individually were indeed powerless against his Appraisal Technique.

But the information obtained during appraisal was entirely junk, as the less they could resist, the more information he could gain, resulting in a massive amount of junk information.

At this moment, it wasn’t just one or two, but over a million, each filled with vast junk information, nearly actively confronting his Appraisal Technique and pouring into his head.

He was just a living person, incapable of withstanding such a massive impact of junk information, reaching his limit in less than two seconds.

Extremely dirty, extremely lacking in technical content, yet a highly effective means.

The boss’s face was grim, his head buzzing, his mouth receiving feedback as if tasting a sauce-like paste, his body beginning to feel nauseated.

But he had no time to ponder these things, because he saw Wen Yan in the distance, grinning widely; the smile was exaggerated enough to be visible even from so far away.

Then, the uncomfortable sensation of feeling as if his entire body had been touched everywhere by someone’s hair, with all his bodily dimensions clearly measured, began to emerge.

He flicked his hand, and a New Coin flew out, shining with golden light, flipping over in front of him; only then did the creepy feeling of something crawling in the blind spot of his back disappear.

On the other side, Wen Yan watched the boss coldly, looking at the prompt that appeared before him.

”Pawnbroker.”

”One of the oldest professions, most commonly inherited through bloodline.

In the beginning, it was just exchanging things like furs for food or medicinal materials.

Or, before hunters went out, to acquire as much equipment as possible, they borrowed weapons or warm furs with a mortgage.

When a hunter died outside, the pawned items were forced to belong to the initial pawn.

And so, the pawbroker profession began exchanging its increasingly abundant, unnecessary, or excess items from people who needed other things.

As time passed, gradually, the profession of pawnbroking began to flourish.

Everything has value, anything can be pawned.

As more and more people began to pawn things here.

The things that could be received in a pawnshop began to increase as well.

Gradually, someone came in to pawn their wife and children.

Gradually, someone came to pawn a part of their body.

Gradually, someone began pawning their lifespan.

Gradually, the rulers of small countries pawned off their countries.

And gradually, people started to pawn their Professional Abilities.

When the range of pawnable things increased, and pawnshops lost restraint, they were destined to spiral into madness.

Generation after generation of pawnbrokers died a violent death.”

”To prevent his background from being seen through, after completing the initial start-up, he stayed reclusive, coming out seldom.