This was the power of Pride.
He returned to the small Hyperspace platform in the Yishi Cola Company office.
Ye Qiyan patted the Demon Raven perched on his shoulder.
"Shoo, shoo. Go eat somewhere else."
This fellow was unbelievably greedy for food.
Even with an Apostle this weak, the Raven Demon could not resist flying over the moment they died to peck out a piece of flesh from their heart.
"Brother Qiyan, you're back?"
"Oh, hmm? You..."
He looked toward the voice.
At the sight of Zhao Lin with bandages wrapped around her arm, Ye Qiyan instinctively took a step back.
"Just a little, tiny bit of bad luck... Hehe... Brother Qiyan, are you really busy? Maybe I should just leave..."
"Even if you leave, the Bad Luck on you won't fade. It'll carry over to the next time instead. Your Talent changed. This was your own choice, remember?"
"..."
Zhao Lin lowered her head. Clearly, she understood this matter better than Ye Qiyan did.
"No need to test me. You helped me. Until your Bad Luck fades, I'll keep you alive, just like before."
"Okay..."
Silence...
Not a sound came from the platform.
Ye Qiyan sat at the Processing Table and continued making Dynamic Carriage Skins.
But he could not completely quiet his mind.
Setting down a module, he propped his chin on one hand and sank into thought.
"What a shame. I ran into a god and didn't recognize him right away. The Goblin God... And one who tinkered with machinery, too."
He murmured to himself.
He took out the goblin battle armor and placed it on the Processing Table to recycle it.
"This Sky Garden really is getting livelier and livelier."
Until the Garden Festival and the synchronization of the flow of time with the Wasteland.
Only