The Vengeful Curse of an Evil Spirit

Although Wu had refused the Second-in-Command's offer.

The Second-in-Command still gave Wu a shop.

Whether Wu joined the Black Market or not, as long as Wu was there, he would be excellent publicity.

A capable fortune-teller who could foresee the future—so long as he made a name for himself here, a steady stream of people would come to the Black Market.

The unusual sort would also drive trade in the Black Market.

Wu left the Second-in-Command's place.

Bo: "Lord Wu."

Wu drank another bottle of mental potion.

He was somewhat worried about Wu. "Let's call it a day and head back?"

Wu waved a hand. "We've barely done anything. It's just a little mental exhaustion. You don't need to be so nervous."

He was S-rank.

Even within the Aberration Association, he counted as part of the core strength.

Though he could not compare to those pillars, he was hardly some weakling who needed protection.

While Wu's offensive power was indeed relatively weak, that depended on who he was compared with.

Compared to a high-offense Contract Anomalist like Flying Bird A, who could slaughter an entire city by himself, Wu's attack power was indeed nothing special.

But compared to Contract Anomalists below S-rank, Wu was not particularly weak.

After all, he was S-rank. If he were truly weak, he could never have received an S-rank evaluation. His rise to S-rank was not solely due to the special nature of his precognition.

For example, wasn't a certain person who only knew how to make money and amass wealth merely A-rank?

Bo could not dissuade him and could only let Wu have his way.

Wu continued wandering through the Black Market.

This time, he deliberately followed the places where the resentment was heaviest.

After passing several stalls, he finally stopped in front of