This couldn't go on like this!
In the living room, Fu Qian slurped his noodles, lost in thought.
After the show of force just now, the voices calling out in his mind had quieted down again.
But it was easy to predict that after a while, those almost prayerful voices would start up again.
These people might have a thought pop into their heads without realizing it, then forget all about it. But he'd have to put up with the noise for a while.
With one person after another doing it, it was enough to drive anyone mad.
He could always use another show of force when the time came, but this kind of mental attack might have side effects if he used it too often. Who knew?
What if he turned Young Master Qin and the others into idiots?
And as his inspiration continued to grow, the voices would only become clearer.
He quickly polished off the bowl of noodles, set down his chopsticks, and rubbed the mark on his wrist.
In less than a month, his life had changed beyond recognition.
Especially after becoming a demigod. Just as he'd suspected, he'd become a unique kind of being, able to exert an unimaginable influence on this world.
These unconscious calls, for example, were in a sense like knowing every thought anyone had. It was practically something out of a legend about gods.
Someone else might have found the feeling intoxicating.
Unfortunately, Fu Qian only found them noisy. To him, this was what real Mental Pollution felt like.
Was there a way to solve this once and for all?
Fu Qian stared blankly at the empty bowl, then suddenly remembered something.
The next moment, he moved his wrist and activated the mark. He went to the Warehouse and retrieved the