For the first time, the Branch Director felt he had said the wrong thing. He had actually sparked Ke Meng's interest in dangerous items.
"We do have some, but..."
"Once I've finished milking... figuring this one out, I'll help you investigate." Ke Meng stroked the Treasure Radio, reluctant to put it down.
A wave of evil whispers came every three minutes on average, delighting Ke Meng with every round.
When he learned that there were plenty more items like this, his heart leaped with joy.
But by the time that emotion reached his face, it had faded considerably, leaving him looking merely very interested.
The Branch Director nodded. "All right. I'll need professionals to assess how threatening those things are to ensure your safety."
They could not show Ke Meng everything. Some items had extremely powerful side effects and were unsuitable for bringing out.
After the Branch Director left, Ke Meng continued milking the radio for all it was worth.
The average interval between rounds gradually increased from three minutes to five.
The evil power within the radio grew weaker and weaker, and its effect on Ke Meng became increasingly limited.
Ke Meng listened over and over. By the time he had milked it down to one round every eight minutes, the radio finally stopped contributing Resistance points. No matter how much he listened, he felt not the slightest disturbance within.
He brought up the system to check his Resistance: 260.
Excellent. Powerful.
After offering those two assessments, Ke Meng silently used Synesthesia again to sense the Hidden Being behind the radio, trying to form an image of it.
Before even a vague image could take shape, his own spirituality issued another intense warning, and Ke Meng stopped once more.
Even though he no longer feared the whispers from the