Why Do People Fall Ill? (2)

Rip!

The Vermilion Bird tore apart the white dove before it.

Its sharp gaze fixed on the inner part of the room.

Clearly, the man who wielded mysterious power had already begun a friendly discussion with Hua Qianqiu.

Now that he had seen it within the Hua Family, this man could not be allowed to live.

What a pity the main body isn't here.

The crow's mung-bean-sized eyes shifted.

Perched atop the beam, it let out an obscure cry.

Inside the room.

Zhou Zhi and Twenty-Three listened with great interest to the old man's shocking theories.

As a Plague Exterminator who sought truth and valued practicality, Zhou Zhi had to admit that Hua Qianqiu's theory did have some basis.

In genetics, frail and sickly individuals vanished from the world, while strong individuals survived and carried life onward.

In a sense, disease did indeed help humanity evolve, but... it was absolutely not as Hua Qianqiu claimed—that humanity needed pestilence.

Still, Zhou Zhi needed to act as though he was somewhat interested.

One of the Plague Extermination Arts in genetics altered hereditary traits, allowing one to Reverse Transcribe Pathogenized Objects into controllable pestilences. It was an ability that worked in tandem with Twenty-Three's Art Domain. Zhou Zhi could not carry so many Pathogenized Objects around with him, so he generally did not use this art.

Looking at it this way, it was precisely because of this art that Hua Qianqiu had taken an interest in him.

He intended to recruit him.

"Mr. Zhou, I do not know how you obtained that power in the first place, but... you should be interested in the power of pestilence as well, shouldn't you?"

Hua Qianqiu's voice was quiet.

It was utterly ordinary, as though they were simply chatting at home.

"At a time like this,