Seeing this, Wu Chen didn't panic in the slightest.
Rather than sort through the memories right away, he opened the shop and manually refreshed the number of times he could use the Wish Card.
[-$100,000]
Once he could use the Wish Card again, he entered, "A potion that can instantly eliminate fatigue without any side effects."
[Anti-Fatigue Pill: instantly eliminates all fatigue accumulated that day upon consumption, with no side effects. Costs $1 million to redeem.]
Wu Chen: ???
The previously confident Wu Chen typed out a string of question marks.
That's way too expensive!
No, let's try another one~
"A potion that can eliminate fatigue without any side effects."
[Anti-Fatigue Potion: gradually eliminates all fatigue accumulated that day over the course of several hours after drinking. Recommended for use before sleep. No side effects. Costs $1 million to redeem. Can be consumed ten times.]
This one was a little cheaper, but each use still cost $100,000.
This was just burning money!
Still unwilling to give up, Wu Chen tried entering other fatigue-relieving potions, only to discover that the first two were the best. The others were cheaper, but they had plenty of side effects.
Some, for example, knocked the drinker unconscious immediately, while others left them burning with lust.
In short, none of them were any good.
After thinking it over, Wu Chen decided to buy the Anti-Fatigue Potion.
[-$1 million]
After he redeemed it, a small blue bottle appeared in Wu Chen's palm.
The bottle was lovely, crystal clear and covered in facets that sparkled beautifully under the light.
At the same time, an instruction sheet appeared before Wu Chen's eyes when he touched the Anti-Fatigue Potion.
[Warning: The potion must be drunk in one gulp each time, or there is a chance it will fail to work! Twelve hours after consumption, the potion will automatically replenish itself.]
So that's why the bottle is so small?
Wu Chen opened the bottle and downed it in one gulp.
The potion was light and sweet, flowing down his throat as soon as it entered his mouth. It was very refreshing.
Then Wu Chen felt a cool sensation spread throughout his body, leaving him refreshed in body and mind.
He put the cap back on and placed the bottle in a drawer. After checking the time, Wu Chen took a shower, turned off the lights, and lay down in bed, preparing to rest as he sorted through his clone Wu Chen's memories.
Minato Namikaze's day hadn't been particularly eventful either.
He had simply gone on a mission with Black Widow as usual, then completed it and earned a reward and roleplay progress.
The reward for this mission was $50,000, which was fairly good. It raised Wu Chen's balance from $2.35 million to $2.4 million.
Minato Namikaze's roleplay progress, however, had only increased by 0.1%.
This confirmed Wu Chen's earlier suspicion: after reaching fifty percent, gaining roleplay progress became much more difficult.
Still, there was no need to rush.
After all, Wu Chen now knew that roleplaying a ninja wasn't limited to accepting and completing missions. He could also follow the character's life path and pursue their goals.
Obito was a good example.
Everything had been taken care of, and it was time for bed.
Whether it was because he had drunk the Anti-Fatigue Potion or not, Wu Chen slept especially soundly, all the way until daybreak.
Over the next two or three days, everything proceeded just as Wu Chen had expected.
On the orders of Kingpin and the other villains, some strange people appeared on the streets of New York. Some were thugs, while others wore black suits.
They were called strange because they kept stopping and starting, occasionally looking around the streets, as though searching for something.
This unusual behavior immediately caught the New York government's attention. They sent out police officers, detained several thugs, and began questioning them.
A police officer stared coldly at the thug in front of him and demanded, "Why were you wandering around the streets?"
"Why? No reason! Am I not allowed to wander around the streets?" The thug wasn't afraid, because he was white, the same skin color as the officer in front of him.
If the thug had been black, he probably would have confessed everything by now.
It wasn't that black people were timid, but that white officers often shot black people on a whim. Hadn't the news just days ago shown a U.S. police officer strangling an unarmed black man to death in the street when he wasn't resisting at all?
So, generally speaking, black people cooperated completely to stay alive.
The thugs wouldn't say anything, and the New York police couldn't do anything about it. They could only give them a verbal warning and let them go.
But the unusual activity continued, growing in scale until all the residents of New York were drawn in, as though they had joined a huge treasure-hunting craze.
At this point, S.H.I.E.L.D. and even higher levels of the U.S. government could no longer sit still.
If it had just been the thugs acting on their own, it would have been nothing. There were crazy people every year; one could only say there were especially many this year.
But the whole city of New York seemed to be searching for something, and that was no ordinary matter.
Clearly, someone was secretly stirring things up!
It was very likely the "hidden force" Minato Namikaze had mentioned.
And perhaps the Tailed Beasts and the other things Minato Namikaze had mentioned really did exist!
Only then did Nick Fury reluctantly begin to feel that what Minato Namikaze had said all seemed to be true.
So, after thinking it over, he chose to send agents to investigate the matter.