I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 718 - 274: Evil Thoughts, Time to Claim the Prize (5k)_2

Tong Si glanced in the direction Wen Yan pointed, and immediately saw a mass of strings that only he could see, piling up inside the city, looking like a complete mess.

"Yep, the whole city has them. Strings hang down from the sky, scattered in more than a dozen places in the city. One of them is in that building you just mentioned."

"Alright, let's go back."

Wen Yan didn't do a thing; he just found it funny. That Doll Master—at the end of the day, he's still a kid.

Even if he fled to a neighboring country, it'd be better than staying in Harbor City.

Looks like he really loves to hide right under the lamp—where it's darkest.

Which makes sense. After resetting, even he wouldn't remember that in his second go-around, it was that very trick that tripped him up.

Or maybe, this guy is just extremely insecure. In other places, he's unfamiliar, so he'd feel super unsafe.

And considering that his real body is just a skinny, regular dude, in this situation, he's afraid to act flashy, and doesn't even dare to use his dolls for protection—he has to keep it all hidden and low-key.

So, staying in Harbor City really is, relatively speaking, his best bet.

Of course, since Wen Yan had the memories of his second life, these fancy little tricks just didn't do shit.

Wen Yan was starting to realize, having a reset ability was awesome—like playing on Easy Mode or something.

He turned away and left, not heading out to catch the Doll Master directly. The Doll Master wasn't important, or rather, before handling Little Mustache, grabbing the Doll Master wouldn't do crap either.

Unless you could wipe him out for good, killing him a hundred times wouldn't do a thing.

And in Wen Yan's hand, the only thing he had was the Water Ghost Nemesis title; when fighting Water Ghosts, there was a chance he'd trigger that complete obliteration.

Hmm…

An evil idea crept up in Wen Yan's mind, but after thinking it over, he decided to let it go. Wasn't time for that yet; Little Mustache's underlings weren't the point anyway.

As for Little Mustache, it's basically impossible for him to become a Water Ghost. Once he dies, he should automatically trigger a reset.

Otherwise, it'd be worth trying—drowning Little Mustache, helping him become a Water Ghost.

Evil thoughts breeding, Wen Yan couldn't help but crack himself up. Shaking his head, he turned with his group and headed home.

Just as he arrived home, his phone rang—it was Feng Yao.

"I've already reported your merit, and since you took down a Glutton, you solved a massive headache for us.

According to the rules, you need to come to headquarters for a commendation and an awards ceremony."

"Hmm?"

"Don't jump the gun, let me finish—stuff like award ceremonies, you can totally skip. Up to you.

But by the books, you killed a legendary thing like a Glutton right on the Beheading Dragon Platform.

Your reward? General Director himself approved it. You can pick an item from the headquarters' vault, something that suits you.

Plus, with your previous merits—and they want to keep you happy, throw in a little encouragement, too.

After some quick meetings, they decided: among the wondrous items numbered fifty and above, you can choose any one you like from headquarters.

Of course, it's not mandatory. If you're super noble or whatever, and don't care for those wondrous items—

I can help you turn it down."

"Do I look like that kind of person?" Wen Yan's eyes lit up—wondrous items from headquarters, huh.

Those are way more valuable than the stuff in the Nanwu County vault.

Granted, they're the ones numbered fifty and up.

But Wen Yan had heard about two items among the top fifty.

One was No. 007, the Doomsday Computer, and the other was No. 049, the Rain Sacrifice Platform.

Doomsday Computer goes without saying, but as for the Rain Sacrifice Platform—even if Wen Yan didn't take action himself, the Scorching Sun Department, as long as they follow the right procedures and capture a Dragonkin, could stick any non-professional on there and still behead a dragon, no problem.

That thing is a Big Killer.

After he slain the Glutton, the Rain Sacrifice Platform stayed by the West River of Virtue City; the Scorching Sun Department didn't haul it away. Pretty obvious they meant it as a warning to everyone.

And at the same time, sort of gifted it to Wen Yan, too.

There's also a bit of appeasing the other Dragonkin in that move.

Leaving the Rain Sacrifice Platform with Wen Yan, honestly, even King Guilong would dare to sleep right next to it.

But if the Rain Sacrifice Platform was in the Scorching Sun Department's hands, folks would get very nervous.

So leaving it here is really a win-win for everyone.

Wonders like the Rain Sacrifice Platform, each a pretty big deal, are all numbered around fifty. So, the ones past fifty can't be that much worse.

Wen Yan was itching thanks to Feng Yao's words. If you think he didn't want it, that's just unrealistic—free loot is free loot.

"The whole awards ceremony thing, skip it. I'm not even a member of the Scorching Sun Department.

If I went to one of those ceremonies, wouldn't that be a slap in the face to the other guys?

I'm just some outsider, but I get up there, and actual members don't get called up?

That's just asking people to hate me, screw those commendations."

"What about the reward?"

"If they're handing out rewards for a job well done, why wouldn't I take it?

If I refused, in the future when others have merits, should they take rewards or not?

If I say no, people will say, Oh, Wen Yan slaughtered a Glutton, and he didn't take anything at all.

See? I'd just be killing everyone else's motivation.

Oh, right—when can I come to headquarters and pick something?"

"If we don't do the awards ceremony, you can come anytime."

"Great, if there's no traffic in the Capital City, I'll be there in an hour."

After he hung up, Feng Yao looked up at the General Director and Old Celestial Master sitting across from him. Relentlessly professional, he managed not to laugh out loud.

The General Director, on the other hand, couldn't hold it in—he burst out laughing.

"Well, he does have a point on all sides."

The Old Celestial Master shook his head with a smile, a little speechless.