Day One of the Interstellar Age: Taking Control of the Local Underworld! / But Fate Is Like Iron Chains-In the End, You Can't Escape

Cong Yu explained as best he could, telling Alya about their methods. "Everyone can do different things, and one of the things I can do is that... spell that overwrites the heart."

Branded onto the soul, it preserved emotions, memories, and the ability to think, yet placed Cong Yu above all else at every moment. Everything else would also be reordered according to Cong Yu's wishes... That was Hydra's poison.

Alya clearly did not understand something called a [spell]... She still felt it might be some kind of fungal method.

Through physical contact, fungi were planted beneath the other person's skin, overriding their bioelectrical signals... Something like that?

"How long does it last?"

When Alya asked, Cong Yu answered honestly without hesitation. "Well, until the end of time, or until the universe is reborn?"

The words Cong Yu spoke in Common Tongue, arranged with a "special flavor," visibly made Alya pause.

It was not that the content had surprised her. Rather, the phrasing itself sounded kind of cool.

"Uh... Is that how your species usually talks?"

As Alya spoke, another way to make money came to mind. "Maybe you could publish poetry collections and sell them."

Cong Yu was not sure whether, to aliens, his manner of speaking with two rhetorical flourishes could be compared to responding with two lines of seven-character poetry... But he had no intention of publishing books for money.

Because that was obviously slower than robbing people.

"We'll think about that later..."

Cong Yu said this, then turned to look at everyone. "I'm going to 'borrow' some money from their gang headquarters. You can play around here for a while."

With that, Cong Yu took his two new friends through the door in the alley... It was quite large, clearly designed with tall aliens in