"First, list the types of information you have. We'll choose what we want and make an offer," the old man in robes said calmly.
"Hmph, fine. You'll definitely be satisfied. We paid for this information with the blood and tears of an entire world," the strange fish said coldly.
Hearing this, Wenren Sheng immediately understood where its hostility toward humanity came from.
Weren't humans the same? After suffering misfortune themselves, some would warn those who came after them about the pitfalls. But others hoped those who came after would be even more unfortunate than they were, so they could feel psychologically balanced.
Those willing to warn later arrivals were genuinely kind-hearted people. The latter were people with twisted hearts.
There were people of both kinds, and quite a few of the latter.
Clearly, the strange fish belonged to the latter.
At this moment, the strange fish used its sole remaining tentacle to write and gesture in the air.
Soon, a list of entries appeared in the holographic image at the center of the plaza.
"Origin of the Demon..."
"World's End."
"Only Way to Live."
Each title was grander than the last, but Wenren Sheng did not believe the strange fish would be kind enough to reveal its real intelligence.
"Well? What price do you think this information deserves? If the price doesn't satisfy us, we won't sell it," the strange fish said smugly.
"What a bore. Don't you have any solid technology that can be directly verified?" the old man in robes sneered disdainfully.
The strange fish froze. "You're actually not interested in these things?"
"I have never been interested in anything that cannot be falsified," the old man in robes said blandly.
I give that expression a perfect score.
Wenren Sheng secretly gave him a thumbs-up. Wasn't that exactly