Fitch's mind went blank. He asked in bewilderment, "A book?"
Lin Jie kept his usual warm and friendly smile. He stuffed the book into Fitch's arms and patted him on the shoulder. "Like I said, good wine fears no dark alleys. As long as the book is good enough, it doesn't matter whether it has a name or a signboard."
Before Fitch could react, he caught the book in a hurry. When he raised his head and was about to ask again, he saw the meaningful smile on Lin Jie's face. "Now, you can verify the truth of this sentence yourself. After reading this book, all the questions in your heart will naturally be answered."
He maintained his smile and pointed at the book, saying, "In my opinion, it's a fantasy to expect others to change their minds and cooperate with you. Why don't you try to do it yourself, change your strategy and direction, be more subjective and create your own environment?"
"After all, all things compete with each other. Different species need different food, so the competition is not fierce. Only the closer the same species are, the fiercer the competition."
"If you want to stand out among so many of your kind and attract attention, you still need some new angles."
The young man in front of him was even closer than before. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but his face in the shadows seemed to be more aggressive and oppressive. Although he was smiling, his dark eyes were like an empty abyss, making people feel intimidated.
Fitch glanced at the book in his hand and saw the title written in strange handwriting on the black hardcover cover — Nest of Evil. He felt his mouth dry and could not help but swallow.
What kind of answer was this?
Did he ask a question just now? It seemed like … they were discussing … whether he had used the right method to manipulate people's minds and make the doorman say that Lin Jie had a fake invitation?
Lin Jie's "your method is wrong" and the various descriptions of the doorman before were obviously referring to this problem. Remember the URL: m.9biquge.com.
"It means that the content in this book is the 'right method', but … is it really okay? I used this ability to deal with him just now, but now he's telling me what to do? "
Fitch looked at the book in his hand with a puzzled expression.
However, he finally realized that the guy in front of him who called himself an "ordinary bookstore owner" was just joking with him!
He was not an ordinary person, and his bookstore was not an ordinary bookstore.
Perhaps his business was just like what he was doing now. He sold special books that contained supernatural powers to superhumans, which was why he was invited by Ji Bonong.
After Fitch figured this out, he could not help but feel regret. He only knew that there would be Extraordinaires at this banquet, but he did not expect to meet one before he even stepped through the door. Moreover, from the looks of it, the other party seemed to be more than one level stronger than him. Although Fitch was an unaffiliated Extraordinaire and did not know the exact classification of power levels, it was an irrefutable fact that his power had failed.
Not only did he fail to befriend him, he almost became his enemy. Fortunately, his ability didn't take effect …
Fitch rejoiced as he thought this, but soon after, he couldn't help but have some doubts.
However, this book … did it really have a way to make his ability stronger?
Fitch had used a secret mind technique that he had obtained through unorthodox means. When the other party was unprepared, he could even apply a panic-grade mental suggestion after making sufficient preparations. After multiple suggestions, the other party's cognition and thoughts would be permanently changed.
Fitch had personally tried this out, and the effects were very good.
Could it be that there was a right or wrong way to use such a simple and crude ability?
Although Fitch's ability had completely failed now, and his thoughts had been completely seen through by the other party … in short, he had suffered a crushing defeat in this invisible confrontation, and had lost terribly.
However, he still maintained confidence in his own ability.
Fitch's supernatural ability was different from other Extraordinaires. It was not an innate talent, nor was it a skill that he had learned later in life.
A few months ago, he had been just an ordinary vagrant who relied on performing on the streets to earn money. In a single night, he had gained enough power to turn his life around and become a musical genius who was sought after by countless people.
The reason was actually very simple.
On a certain night, when Fitch finally found the door to a new world and was overjoyed, an unknown person appeared in front of him and gave him a strange medicine. A dark, crystalline fog was floating and spinning within the glass container.
According to that person, this was the "soul" of a dead Extraordinaire. As long as he drank it, he would immediately gain the powerful ability to control people's minds. However, the downside was that this power would no longer have room for growth. It would forever be fixed at the moment of its original owner's death, and would be affected by the dead person.
As for the price … the vagrant didn't care about that.
The risk did exist, but at the time, he had seen the light of hope that would change his life, and had been so envious that he had lost all reason.
So … how could the power of a dead person's "soul" be strengthened? What was the right way to do it?
Fitch put down the book and stared blankly at the back of Lin Jie who had already walked ahead of him. He muttered, "I'll only know the answer after I read it … This suspense is much more exciting than those TV shows that have become popular recently."
However, the restlessness in Fitch's heart at this moment told him that, regardless of whether this book was useful or not, he had already been moved by Lin Jie's words.
"Competition …" That was right. What he desired the most was to be able to stand above the heads of his own kind, step on them to reach a higher position, and gain the attention of even more people.
He didn't want to live like before, where even if he died in a corner, no one would know about it!
Whether it was wantonly controlling people's minds, or defeating those high and mighty top musicians in front of them, it was all to satisfy this desire of his.
"Simply controlling people's minds and making them cooperate with me is indeed not very effective, especially when there are many people. Also … that guy said that my ability can only be maintained at the Panic level forever, but what I want … might be far from enough."
He looked at the book in his hand and was just about to flip it open when he suddenly remembered that Lin Jie hadn't mentioned the price of this book yet. He hurriedly quickened his pace and caught up with him, hastily asking, "Mr … Mr Lin, how much is this book of yours?"
When Lin Jie heard the movement behind him, a smile appeared on his face, as if his plan had worked out. Then, with his hands behind his back, he cleared his throat and turned his head to say, "You're the first person I've met at this banquet. Treat it as making a friend. I'll give this book to you."
… Also, you don't look like you're rich, but since you're able to attend this banquet, you can be considered a potential customer.
Fitch opened his mouth, but didn't relax. Instead, his heart sank.
When he obtained that soul of the deceased, he already knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Things that didn't cost money often had a higher price to pay.
Lin Jie chuckled and said leisurely, "The more you grind, the thicker the calluses on your hands and feet, the more you wash coal stained with dirt and dust, the blacker the more you wash it … I hope you can truly understand the principles of life in this book and achieve something."
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