Netherworld Retrograde
Chapter 102 - 47 Magic Potion

Chapter 102: Chapter 47 Magic Potion

Following the incident where the Red Dart Commerce had been taken down in less than half an hour for hoarding Taboo Items and attacking a Processor,

certain companies within the Giant City began to actively cooperate.

Offering intelligence on Taboo Items, some even started trading these "accidentally" acquired Taboo Items with officials.

This did indeed speed up the containment progress for the authorities.

Meanwhile, in the conference room at the headquarters of the Processing Department in No.3 Border City, some began to analyze the details of the operation.

"The Night General really knows how to bring us surprises. How did he manage to infiltrate so smoothly?" An old man chuckled softly as he looked at the detailed report before him.

Another elder rubbed his forehead, "It’s only because his strength is substantial; otherwise, it would have been a shock, not a surprise!"

"The actual controller of the Red Dart Commerce was in fact that hidden Spiritual Ability User from the Path of Babbling. He posed as Xu Shi’s bodyguard, but he was secretly using his ability to manipulate many key individuals. He’s the true leader of the Red Dart Commerce, usually remote-controlling from a gathering place in the wilderness."

"After the incident with the Fantasy Orchestra, the number of Spiritual Ability Users in the Giant City surged. Although most were under our control, a portion remained at large in the city. He took advantage of the Red Dart Commerce’s ability to traverse between the wilderness and the Giant City, gathering some Wild Spirit Ability Users in the wilderness and placing long-lasting Suggestion on them. These people became his most loyal subordinates."

"But this cautious fellow, in his desire to take the greed coins, not only came to the Giant City, but also exposed his identity. In the end, he was cornered by the Night General... The curse of You Must Meet Strong Enemies was more effective than we imagined!"

"From what we can see, ’You Must Meet Strong Enemies’ means that within a certain range, after defeating the enemies in front, it leads to various ’coincidences’ that bring new powerful enemies to the face of the Cursed. Until there are no more powerful enemies within that range, the curse does not cease. In the Giant City, it’s indeed a good method for searching for enemies. Perhaps, if we get the Night General involved in other operations sometime, we might catch a big fish."

"In the Giant City, naturally, there won’t be any overly dangerous foes. Even if they exist, we can dispatch support. But... if it were to trigger in the wilderness, that would be far too hazardous," spoke an elderly woman with a face full of wrinkles.

At that moment, a sudden voice arose.

Different from the aged tones of the others in the room, this voice was deep yet distinctly youthful.

"You Must Meet Strong Enemies... I’m quite envious actually. I wish I had a curse like that."

The speaker was a young woman.

She wore a black trench coat, seated at the edge of the conference room, with a uniquely shaped bone greatsword resting beside her.

She had an outstanding appearance with delicate features, yet her brows were filled with gloom, and her eyes were as black and lusterless as the night.

She then spoke matter-of-factly, "Such a curse, for the Night General, is actually an opportunity for swift growth. If you’re willing to let him venture into the deeper wilderness, near the dangerous zones. So long as he doesn’t die, with his curse, it will only be three years before he can grow into a Captain Level strong being, or even stronger."

Indeed, the logic was sound. You Must Meet Strong Enemies meant no shortage of risks and battles. Each encounter refines Li Yelai’s combat skills and mentality. As long as he survived each time, there was no doubt he could become stronger.

"That’s too dangerous," an old man interjected, "not everyone is as powerful as you, capable of escaping danger time and again and growing stronger. Even with your curse, we recognize your great ability and exceptional talent." The elder addressed her, "Little Mad King."

"Don’t insincerely use that title for me; you never believed in me." The Little Mad King spoke indifferently, "Even now, you don’t truly believe in me."

The elder shook his head, "That’s just the effect of the curse; we choose to believe in you by our own willpower."

The Little Mad King did not respond to this topic but picked up her greatsword, continuing, "The Night General is very talented. If he wishes to become stronger, he can try entering the deeper wilderness. Don’t waste such fine talent and curse."

The deeper parts of the wilderness meant the areas near various Forbidden Zones. These regions were frequented by Wanted Spiritual Ability Users, Void Realm Creatures, and natives of Forbidden Zones.

They were extremely dangerous areas.

If the curse of You Must Meet Strong Enemies was triggered there, one would likely face a succession of powerful adversaries, making for a frightfully efficient process.

If one survived, naturally, they would have grown stronger. Becoming a Captain in three years wasn’t just a fancy.

"It’s too dangerous," the elder reiterated. "Besides, he has his own tasks. The ark still needs him to handle it."

"I was only making a suggestion, don’t waste the Night General’s talent," replied the Little Mad King indifferently.

After that, the Little Mad King left the meeting room, her presence there being solely for reporting on her work progress. Since the conversation wasn’t going anywhere, she took her leave.

Only after her departure did an elder comment, "She actually thinks the Night General’s curse is a good thing? Truly disregardful of bad luck! One slip and it could be lethal."

"Her curse... is to be distrusted, living a life extremely painful. Since her youth, whatever happens, she’s the first to be doubted and slandered. No one can trust her. Perhaps compared to that, she might actually prefer the curse of You Must Meet Strong Enemies," sighed another elder, "How pitiable."

"If she truly takes over as the Mad King, under the curse’s influence, can the departments trust her?"

"That..." a voice emerged from the shadows: "Then resolve the matter before I die of old age!"