Feng Ruixing was driving for a pleasure ride. As he reached a deserted stretch of road, he suddenly felt dizzy.
An inexplicable drowsiness washed over him, like someone singing a lullaby nearby, giving him a faint, ethereal feeling.
He instinctively spent a thousand yuan, regaining his brief ability to think, and pulled the car over to the side of the road to avoid dying in a crash.
Then, cold sweat instantly covered his forehead.
"This is not normal. Was I drugged, or... targeted by another superpower user?"
"That shouldn't be. I've always been very careful." If he was indeed targeted by a superpower user, his peaceful life would be truly over.
Feng Ruixing gritted his teeth. No matter what, he had to get out of his current predicament first.
In his mind, there was a string of golden numbers, representing the wealth he possessed.
Below the golden numbers, there was a string of gray numbers.
That represented the money he needed to spend.
With the jingle of colliding coins, the numbers flickered, and he spent fifty thousand yuan.
After spending these fifty thousand yuan, Feng Ruixing felt as if he had broken free from some restraint and woken up from that strange drowsiness.
"To gain supernatural power by spending money is a very interesting ability."
A low voice came from the back seat of the car, making Feng Ruixing break out in a cold sweat again.
He turned his head and saw a figure wearing a strange black robe. The edges of the robe seemed to burn and twist like black flames, but without any temperature.
What impressed Feng Ruixing the most were those slightly elongated golden eyes, which seemed to contain infinite majesty.
This person was Wen Wen.
"I'm really curious, what's the upper limit of your ability."
Feng Ruixing said sternly, "Who are you?"
Wen Wen smiled slightly, and black energy surged around him, a doomsday-like aura rushing towards Feng Ruixing.
"I am the harbinger of calamity..."
Feng Ruixing felt his heart stop. In that instant, he thought of many things: who his assets would go to after his death, whether anyone would miss him, and now he regretted not meeting a woman who truly loved him...
"...'s bane." To maintain his mysterious and powerful image, Wen Wen sometimes drew out his words.
"...Are you sick? Talking like that with such pauses, you'll really scare people to death."
Of course, Feng Ruixing didn't dare to say it out loud. No matter what, he was probably no match for this person.
His ability, 'Averting Disaster with Wealth,' although applicable in combat and sounding very bug-like, as if money could do anything.
When used on others, it could create coincidences or subtly influence their thoughts through psychological suggestions.
When used on himself, it could directly enhance his combat ability or grant him other supernatural abilities for a short period.
However, these all had strict upper limits. Once the limit was exceeded, the consumption of money would increase exponentially, and he wouldn't be able to sustain it even if he owned the whole world.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been unable to defeat the lowest-level female vampire back then.
"Your ability is very interesting, so I want to invite you to join us," Wen Wen said with a smile.
Feng Ruixing breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed Wen Wen didn't intend to use force, and he felt a little more confident. "Is this how your organization invites new members? It seems very insincere."
Wen Wen leaned forward slightly and said in an eerie tone, "My sincerity is that I haven't directly attacked you."
Feng Ruixing was not easily intimidated. He shook his head and said, "Perhaps that's because you're not confident in dealing with me."
"Then why don't you stand up and look at your body?" Wen Wen pointed at Feng Ruixing, who was sitting in the driver's seat.
Feng Ruixing frowned and tried to stand up from his seat, only to be stunned.
After he moved a bit, he realized that his current body was illusory, like a ghost.
His original body was still slumped in the seat, in a state of unconsciousness.
This meant that the five thousand yuan he had spent earlier had not freed him from this drowsiness at all, but had separated him from his body.
Swallowing hard, Feng Ruixing sat back down. Sudan Fiction Network
The numbers in his mind raced wildly.
'Let me return to my body - insufficient funds...'
'Let me have the strength to defeat him - insufficient funds...'
The beads of sweat on Feng Ruixing's forehead were about to drip down, but he still couldn't find any way to escape.
"You'd better save your strength. Your ability is magical, but the gap between us is too large to be bridged."
According to Wen Wen's observation, Feng Ruixing's ability was actually not as useful as Yan Biqing's 'Body Dataization'. It seemed omnipotent, but in reality, it could achieve very little.
Even if it were all used in combat, he could at most defeat two Master Ye.
It was only because Feng Ruixing had never interacted with superpower users that he didn't have a clear understanding of his own strength.
After a series of attempts, Feng Ruixing calmed down and said, "If you want me to join, you have to tell me what you do."
"Our organization is called The Disaster Containment Facility. Our main tasks are to discover threats, contain threats, control threats, and maintain the balance between the surface and hidden worlds. And you are the talent we need."
Feng Ruixing said with a wry smile, "Can I refuse? I'm really not a talent. I just want to live a normal life."
Wen Wen frowned, the black energy around him becoming more prosperous, and said righteously, "Every moment, innocent ordinary people are threatened by monsters, and new tragedies are born every day!"
"As a superpower user, can you bear to see ordinary people who have no power to resist being slaughtered by monsters? Join us, and I will take you into the world of superpower users."
Perhaps sensing that Wen Wen had no intention of forcing him, Feng Ruixing said resolutely, "I refuse."
Wen Wen sighed, leaned back in his seat, and said sinisterly, "Is that so? I understand what you mean, so you are no longer useful to us."
That tone was very similar to the tone of a behind-the-scenes boss in a TV show about to silence someone.
Killing intent permeated the car, and Feng Ruixing felt as if any movement he made would result in him being utterly annihilated.
The corner of his mouth twitched, and he said to Wen Wen, "What do you mean by that?"
Wen Wen sneered, "What do I mean? Refusing us also has a price, and you will know what that price is."
He was actually just trying to scare him. In the current situation, he couldn't harm Feng Ruixing, and he couldn't go to Xiangnan Province to retaliate.
Saying this, Wen Wen's figure blurred, about to disappear into the air.
"Wait, let's talk. Don't go yet," Feng Ruixing's expression changed from time to time. He reached out and called Wen Wen back.
Wen Wen stopped and asked in surprise, "You agreed?"
Feng Ruixing nodded helplessly. He had an eighty percent certainty that even if he refused, this person would not make things difficult for him, and his demeanor was most likely just to scare him.
But even with a twenty percent chance of retaliation, he didn't want to take the risk.