Lord Corner’s blessing
by M1zushiUnconvinced, An Yu tested Zhu Tao and An again.
Zhu Tao’s memories were filled with just two things: food and his commander. After returning from District 84, he had whipped up a pumpkin sour cream beef stew in a gleaming purple enamel pot, and he ate it with Tang Feng from sunset until late at night. As Zhu Tao took the last spoonful, he mumbled, “Even though I doubt An Yu would choose me, I still wouldn’t campaign to be his dedicated support.”
Tang Feng simply hummed, “I know.”
An’s memory was of District 84, where he stood at the base of a sculpted pillar, looking up at the sky. In the heights above, a figure surrounded by giant white butterflies flashed, charging towards the immense sun-like fishmen with an arrow that cut through the wind. At that moment, An made a fierce decision to release an endless stream of butterfly energy, vowing to protect those within the butterfly formation from any harm.
After seeing that memory, An Yu thought he might have a good chance of pairing up with An.
But then, An, who was disturbed from his rest, slammed the door hard in his face — at that moment he seemed to be possessed by Ning, and he also heard the voice in An’s heart: “Annoying pest.”
As he expected, he could only trigger memory recall in Zhu Tao and An during moments of “self-reflection.”
It seemed Qin Zhilu was the only exception.
Perplexed, An Yu signed his name on the report that his commander had prepared, then exhaustedly collapsed into bed.
He slept so deeply that when he awoke, five days had passed.
When he weakly stepped into the dining hall, he came face-to-face with Jiang Xiao.
Jiang Xiao had regained his usual icy arrogance; the haggard look from that night seemed like a mere illusion. In fact, he appeared even more formidable than before, his sharp gaze causing those around him to instinctively quicken their pace.
“Good morning,” Jiang Xiao greeted him as soon as he saw him. “It’s been several days since I last saw you.”
An Yu quickly grabbed two pieces of bread, one in each hand, and loaded up his plate. “Uh… I was just a bit tired from the mission, so I took a short nap.”
He suspected Jiang Xiao had purposely waited there to drag him into physical training.
After a brief pause, Jiang Xiao bowed slightly and said, “It seems that night took a lot out of you. Thank you for your blessing. I’ll make full use of this newfound ability.”
When he straightened again, An Yu was already looking at him with an expression that clearly conveyed, I have no idea what you’re talking about, before darting away.
An Yu found a corner seat, set down his tray, and began catching up on the messages he’d missed.
The forum’s homepage had two blazing hot threads.
[Divine Retribution for the Bootlickers! The Spire’s Most Toxic Aberrant Has Emerged!]
– Has anyone checked Jiang Xiao’s updated profile? So powerful… so terrifying… so toxic…
– He’s completed three missions in the last five days. Apparently, his teammates were almost killed by his healing.
– Reporting in as one of those teammates… I might have survived my injuries, but the mental strain was unbearable.
– They say he’s skilled at keeping mental strength just barely under the safe threshold.
– Just under the safe threshold? Imagine being treated by him… terrifying.
– Right? Have you ever seen a whole team trying to avoid their healer? It’s fucking more surreal than dealing with super-aberrants.
– So this deadly ability… did it really came from that person?
– He confirmed it himself. After multiple failed genetic injections, it only worked after that person looked him in the eyes and used their power.
An Yu: “……”
He didn’t entirely understand but he had a bad feeling about it.
He tried to remain calm and clicked on Jiang Xiao’s profile page.
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He absentmindedly clicked the skill description.
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An Yu suddenly felt a shadow above his head, and a familiar smell of snake enveloped him.
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Word had already spread throughout the Spire that Jiang Xiao had succeeded in an infection with extremely low probability, simply because “Lord Corner looked him in the eyes and said: I wish you success.”
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Yan Xi paused. “I’ve been cooped up in the lab these past few days, but I did hear from colleagues that your shop got popular… didn’t realize it was this popular…”
The bakery’s small group chat was eerily quiet. It seemed Xu Shuangshuang and Maddie had forgotten about their boss entirely; there wasn’t a single message.
An Yu squeezed through the crowd and, through the window, saw Xu Shuangshuang frantically ringing up orders and grabbing bread, moving so fast it was almost a blur.
For a second, he even wondered if she’d mutated into some octopus-like aberrant.
“Uh.” Yan Xi muttered, “I guess they didn’t have time to let you know…”
An Yu glanced around the street in bewilderment. Those who managed to buy bread were carrying several bags of bread, walking out sweaty but satisfied faces. Those still in line groaned, bickering while glued to their phones, and some even pulled out laptops to work on the sidewalk…
Suddenly, an old-looking young man tugged at An Yu’s sleeve, giving him a mysterious grin. “I’ll help you skip the line. Nostalgia Bean Bread—40 for one, 88 for two; Circling Fish Cake—60 each, 128 for two; Corner Signature Bread—80 for one, 168 for two.”
An Yu’s jaw dropped— “Your prices are ten times higher!”
There were also scalpers in the slums. When limited supplies of high-quality canned goods suddenly appeared at the Resource Station, shameless people, who somehow got inside information, would queue up early and sell them at exorbitant prices.
He thought the elite in the Main City would have more dignity.
“Wait—” An Yu frowned, “Why’s it more expensive to buy two than one?”
“Supply’s limited! The more you buy, the higher the price. Got it?” The scalper was about to get annoyed when he paused. “Wait… haven’t I seen you before?”
In fact, he looked somewhat familiar to An Yu: he was wearing a plaid shirt, and his body and facial features were similar to those of a young man, but he had almost no hair.
A few seconds later, they both exclaimed:
“Aren’t you the guy who took photos in the shop?”
“Aren’t you the shop owner?!”
An Yu: “…”
The young old man’s name was Guo Xin, a developer from the AI company next door who worked on virtual idols. His diet basically consisted of bread and instant noodles, and he spent over 20 a day at his computer. Biologically, he was 25, but his hairline was 52.
An Yu asked him a few questions and finally found out what had happened in the past few days.
The Corner Bakery, which was now privately referred to as the “Metaphysical Bakery” by people in the Main City, had not only become popular, but also had a large number of staunch believers scattered in various corners of the Internet and scalper markets.
Each of the three bestsellers had gained its own mythical reputation: it was said the Nostalgia Bean Bread could make you dream of loved ones, Circling Fish Cakes could increase the chance of wishes coming true, and the Corner Signature Bread— as long as you insist on eating it every day, you would develop a strong resistance to mutation. Therefore, even if someone did end up contaminated, they’d retain their willpower and awaken extraordinary abilities, becoming a dominant force in the Spire and reaching new heights in an “alternate life.”
Each of these rumors sounded like an insult to the intelligence of the Main City’s elite.
“But this is what the second son of the Jiang family said! That makes it totally credible!” Guo Xin spoke with awe, casting a reverent look at the tiny shop sign.
“Second Master Jiang?”
An Yu searched through h memories and finally recalled that on the first day in the Spire, Billy had indeed mentioned that Jiang Xiao came from a prominent family in the Main City.
Yan Xi quickly filled him in.
The Main City had two top powerful families: the Jin family, who controlled the core industries of energy and infrastructure, and the Jiang family, which nearly monopolized the banking sector. The Jiang family patriarch was known for playing around, and had four wives in his house. The most beautiful, the second wife, had one son, Jiang Xiao, who wasn’t only strikingly handsome but also had both business acumen and skill, gaining him widespread public support in the inheritance fight.
After the mutation incident, Jiang Xiao continued to capture public interest. Every time he rose significantly in rank, gossip reporters were quick to catch wind; it was even rumored that the Jiang family paid to suppress the scandal of him losing a billion points in a single bet.
An Yu listened with a dazed look in his eyes. If he’d heard this right after entering the Spire, he might’ve felt even more respect for Jiang Xiao.
But now, all he could think of was the image of a desperate little snake curled up on the bed, its tail and tentacles twitching in pain.
Or that pervert little snake who liked whispering strange things in his ear.
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