"You're right, but let me be honest with you. The inheritance you received is far from ordinary. Some of the technology isn't simple, so research won't be easy. You understand."
"...As for funding, I can put up some more, but you guys..."
"..."
In the end.
"Pleasure doing business with you."
The two businessmen both wore satisfied smiles.
Afterward, Han Fei took Zhao Xin for a massage first, letting him properly relax and relieve his fatigue.
Amid the rising steam.
Han Fei suddenly said to Zhao Xin, "Old Zhao, if war breaks out, do you think we'll die?"
Zhao Xin had been absorbed in the masseuse's gentle hands. He froze for a moment before coming back to his senses.
He propped himself up. "Brother Fei, people die when they're killed."
"But before I die, you definitely won't die!"
"I said so!"
"...Zhao Xin..."
Han Fei was somewhat touched.
But.
"Ow, ow, ow! Easy, easy!"
Zhao Xin yelled and lay back down.
"...Damn it."
After relaxing for a while, Han Fei drove home.
After greeting the bodyguards outside, Han Fei entered the house and headed straight for the bathroom.
The moment he saw the bathtub, he rushed over.
"Eight, eight, eight! Prosper, prosper, prosper!"
But just as he reached out, his hand abruptly stopped.
Instead, he reached toward the washbasin beside it, which had been running with water the whole time.
With a single scoop of his hand.
The familiar bottle appeared again.
He pulled out the wooden stopper.
A letter?
And it was pink?
"Even though I call you a Drifting Bottle, I never thought you really were a drifting bottle."
After hesitating for a moment, he opened the letter anyway.
"Pleasant Goat looked so cool playing soccer today..."
Foolishness Powder
"Lazy Goat came again today. He sprayed a whole lot of powder, and everyone became stupid. In the end, Lazy Goat actually saved everyone by accident..."
"So it's called Foolishness Powder. Any living thing that comes into contact with it becomes stupid. The village chief said he wanted to study it, so he kept some..."
"..."
"Still, Boiling Goat is really rough..."
Han Fei wore an indescribable expression as he looked at the letter, whose words he clearly did not recognize yet somehow understood.
Then he shifted his gaze to his palm.
Besides the letter, a test tube as thick as a finger had appeared with it.
It contained pink powder.
Han Fei smacked his lips.
He truly had not expected to fish up something from the world of Pleasant Goat.
Pleasant Goat—that cartoon was a childhood memory. But what use was it?
It was a children's cartoon.
Would it be useful in a dangerous world like Super God?
Han Fei held it in low regard.
Emmm.
But.
Since the world of Pleasant Goat was real, would the things within it possess their effects as well?
The cautious thought made Han Fei frown slightly.
He put away the letter and took out the test tube alone.
He decided to test it.
He took out a sheet of paper, poured a tiny bit of powder onto it, then made a call and had someone bring him a rabid dog.
Looking at the rabid dog barking incessantly inside an iron cage, Han Fei sprinkled the powder over it.
"..."
Nothing changed.
It was still barking.
Han Fei was a little disappointed. He had thought there might be a surprise.
Just as Han Fei was thinking that.
Things changed.
The rabid dog gradually stopped barking. Its tongue hung long from its mouth, its eyes became dull, and it sprawled on the ground without moving. Yet its tail kept wagging behind it, as though it were very happy.
"White powder?"
"But it clearly didn't inhale it?"
Han Fei fell silent for a moment.
But he quickly realized the enormous value contained within it.
Afterward, he immediately began in-depth research.
But.
The moment he brought it to the laboratory, the researchers gave him their answer half an hour later.
It was just ordinary herbal powder!
There was nothing strange inside. The researchers even listed the several herbs within it to prove that it was useless.
If it had any effect at all, it could probably help with a cold.
"Mr. Han, recently, our... has made a new breakthrough..."
"Get to the point."
"Alright. I hope you can increase the investment."
"I'll give you another fifty million."
After saying that, Han Fei hurried away.
Back in his room, Han Fei took out the medicinal powder, his eyes flickering.
At that moment.
The rabid dog in the cage looked slightly more alert. Seeing Han Fei, it actually let out a growl.
Han Fei raised an eyebrow.
"Interesting."
"It tested as completely ordinary herbs with nothing special about them, yet it can produce this effect. And it doesn't need to be inhaled. Mere contact is enough for it to work. Unimaginable."
"It's like some unique rule that doesn't belong in this world."
"It completely defies logic."
Countless guesses surfaced in Han Fei's mind.
Was the world of Pleasant Goat actually a testing ground for an advanced civilization?
Or were the world's rules different?
Or were the materials different, and they simply could not detect it?
Or was there some other possibility...
In the end, Han Fei chose to give up.
With just one bottle of medicinal powder, he simply could not make too many deductions. Even if he did, they would only be mistaken conjectures filled with personal speculation, completely worthless.
But that did not mean it had no value.
On the contrary.
It was immensely valuable.
Han Fei decided to use part of it for research and carry the rest on him as another trump card.
By now, he already had many trump cards.
But this one was special among all his collections.
Maybe one day, if he ran into a Female Angel trying to spy on him with the Eye of Insight, he could quietly sprinkle some powder on her and gain a sweet, foolish girl.
The European Emperor and Winning Over Qi Lin
But thinking of Angels.
Naturally led him to Demons, and then to that whole chain of crises.
Taotie, Sky Wolf, the Triangular Bodies, Sky Scum, and the civilizations throughout the universe suppressed by Angels...
As well as the greatest threat of all, Carl!
"There really are too many crises. Every single one is beyond an interstellar civilization, yet they insist on attacking this tiny pre-nuclear planet. What rotten luck!"
Han Fei patted his face and tried to calm down.
For now, he would do his utmost. If it truly came down to it, he would save his own life first, then follow the original plot. From what he remembered of the story before he transmigrated, Earth suffered devastating damage, but with the help of civilizations such as Angels, it was never destroyed.
If things truly reached an irreparable point.
Then he could only run.
Han Fei glanced at the basement.
He drank another cup of coffee and rested for a while.
Only then did he return to the bathroom.
He still had the bottle in the bathtub to fish up.
He felt that his luck had been quite good today. The washbasin had already yielded a trump card. With the higher-probability bathtub tier, wouldn't he be taking off?
Before you continue