The Weird he suppressed affected him.
After all, people needed rest. If he occasionally failed to keep it suppressed, a trace of Weird aura would leak out. And the Weird ability he suppressed was tied to bad luck.
He would become incredibly unlucky. Even if he had money, he generally could not hold onto it. Even if he managed to buy a house, all sorts of problems might arise the very next day. Leaks and electrical faults were the least of it.
Gas leaks, explosions, electrical short circuits causing fires—things like that would all happen.
From then on, Poor Cadre never kept money on him. His account contained nothing but bare zeroes, and only when he needed it would he withdraw a little from the organization's public funds.
He lived in a dormitory provided by the organization, yet even then, the dormitory would develop problems from time to time.
He could not wear or carry anything too valuable, or it would be ruined by some kind of accident within minutes.
Poor Cadre's words drew the attention and understanding of the others.
Poor Cadre's situation looked even more unfortunate and severe.
But the other Anomaly Tamers all had their own problems as well; they simply were not as obvious.
"It would be fine if we became ordinary people, but what if we can't withstand the contamination and backlash and mutate into monsters? Wouldn't that be the end of us?"
Disease Cadre muttered a quiet complaint.
The others exchanged glances.
Each of them began to consider it.
Below them, the members of Nine Calamities all looked troubled.
"Strip away the Weird?"
"Are you joking?"
"Is the Weird really that easy to strip away?"
"We might be able to do it with weak Weirds, but at our level, we've already influenced the Weirds