Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

[Black Iron Sequence 9: The Spy (Finished Potion) - Exchange Points: 30]

[Silver Sequence 9: Thug (Potion Recipe) - Exchange Points: 25]

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[Standard Steam-Powered Exoskeleton (Left Arm Component) - Redeem Points: 6]

Military-grade prosthetic eye module "Falcon-II" - Redemption points: 13

[Modified Psionic Steam Rifle (Violent Version) - Exchange Points: 5]

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[Voice Cords of the Calamity-Rusty Fog Lurker - Exchange Points: 3]

【Silver Spirit Etched Plate (Defense Enhancement Type) - Exchange Points: 12】

[Forbidden Item: The Ink Bottle That Never Dries Up - Redemption Points: 8]

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The list is long and includes a wide variety of items.

From magical potions that grant instant power to all sorts of strange and extraordinary ingredients.

There's even an option to exchange gold coins for "instant riches".

To be fair, the Brotherhood of Dust is indeed a decent organization.

While other factions treat their promotion paths as family heirlooms and keep them hidden away, this place openly sets prices.

But Lin Bai's brows furrowed little by little.

His gaze locked onto the prefixes of those potions—black iron, silver.

His sequence, "The Deceiver," is prefixed with "Forbidden."

What's the difference between these things?

Lin Bai's heart stirred slightly, and his consciousness sank directly into his mind.

[Question: What is the difference between the sequence prefixes 'Iron' and 'Silver' and my 'Forbidden'?]

In his mind, the parchment unfolded lazily, and the handwriting appeared extremely quickly, exuding a smug and gloating air.

[Answer: Don't judge miracles by the standards of ordinary people.]

The extraordinary sequences in this world are divided into: Iron, Silver, Gold, Diamond, and Forbidden, based on strength and potential.

[The Black Iron tier is the lowest of the low, with a pitifully low potential, but because they're so weak, even the corrupted don't bother with them.]

[A Black Iron Sequence 9, as long as they don't do anything reckless, should have no problem living to ninety-nine; at most, they'll grow a few more toes in their later years.]

Silver and gold are slightly stronger, but the cost is correspondingly higher.

[And you, dear host, possess what is forbidden.]

This is the power to steal the authority of the gods. Possessing it is like running naked inside a nuclear reactor.

If you cannot advance at the speed of light, use a higher-dimensional life form to suppress the pollution...

[Note: A friendly reminder that you are strongly advised to advance to Sequence 8 within two years. Otherwise, you will become a very postmodern-style pile of rotten flesh.]

Oh, by the way, your rectum might grow teeth and start gnawing away at your liver. Good luck, you short-lived devil!

Lin Bai: "..."

Even with his strong mental fortitude, his eye twitched involuntarily at that moment.

Teeth growing in the rectum?

What kind of hellish way to die is this?!

So I got a hellish difficulty scenario, or a timed one at that?

Two years! At most two years!

Forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, Lin Bai's facial muscles stiffened as he continued flipping through the list.

No.

still none.

Even among the highest-grade "silver" items, there was no "Spirit Erosion Mother Plate" that he wanted.

Lin Bai's face visibly fell.

He leaned back and sank into the sofa.

His eyes revealed an undisguised disappointment, and... a hint of disdain.

"this one?"

Lin Bai pointed at the screen, his tone light and casual, as if he had seen a plate of spoiled fried rice in a Michelin-starred restaurant.

"You call this junk...a treasure trove?"

The air inside the VIP room instantly froze.

Iron Fist's smile froze in mid-air, and Black Mamba's hand, which was wiping his knife, also stopped.

tattered?

These potions and equipment that countless outlaws would fight tooth and nail for, were described as junk by this man?

"This...this..." Iron Fist rubbed his hands together, cold sweat streaming down his temples.

broken!

Forgot that this gentleman is a highly educated intellectual who can see through the venom of a datura snake at a glance!

He might just be a rich young master from one of the inner city's powerful families, out there experiencing life!

People who are used to a Manchu Han Imperial Feast, would they be interested in this roadside stall?

That won't do! What if the expert we finally managed to persuade... no, invite, runs away because he thinks the treatment is bad?

"Advisor Bai! Mr. Bai!" Iron Fist was anxious, his words coming out as fast as a machine gun.

"Misunderstanding! This is all for the ordinary henchmen! They don't know anything about good or bad; giving them good stuff would be a waste!"

"The really good stuff is reserved for the core members!"

Iron Fist gritted his teeth, as if he were going all out: "Didn't you see something you liked just now? It's okay!"

"I'm going to see Boss Fuzuma in the next couple of days. You don't have the authority, but I do!"

"When the time comes, you can simply use my name to redeem items from the core members' redemption list!"

Lin Bai was secretly delighted.

Hooked.

But on the surface, he merely waved his hand listlessly, stood up, and straightened his not-so-disheveled collar.

"never mind."

Lin Bai sighed, looking like he was saying, "This place is too poor, I'm not playing here anymore."

"I thought there would be some surprises, but it seems my expectations were too high. This kind of childish game isn't for me."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

Iron Fist panicked completely and rushed over to block the doorway, looking as if he wanted to hug Lin Bai's leg and cry his heart out.

"No way! Strategist! This treatment is really good! Besides this platform, we have other hidden benefits!"

"Look, there are tactical communicators, bulletproof vests, customized weapons, and even single-person staff dormitories!"

"While it can't compare to the villas in the inner city, it's still quite something in the outer city..."

Iron Fist's voice grew softer and softer as he spoke, and he himself felt a lack of confidence.

Talking about dorms with this kind of big shot? Isn't that insulting?

"I'm doing this in good faith. Um... if you really don't like it and want to leave..." Iron Fist scratched his head awkwardly and stepped aside to make way.

"etc."

Lin Bai suddenly stopped.

He turned around, and his face, which had been full of "disdain," suddenly became unusually serious.

"What did you just say?"

Iron Fist was stunned: "I meant well too?"

"The previous sentence."

"Employee dormitory?"

"The previous sentence."

"Custom-made weapons? Body armor? Communicators?" Iron Fist was completely stunned. "You...you even have this junk..."

"I want them all."

Lin Bai interrupted him, extending his hand confidently, his eyes as firm as if he were discussing a project worth hundreds of millions.

"Arrange things for me at the highest standard. The bulletproof vests must be double-layered, the communication devices must have encrypted channels, the dormitory must face south, and it must have a private bathroom."

"It would be best to also get an air purifier; I'm not used to the air quality in the outer city."

Iron Fist: "..."

Black Mamba: "..."

What happened to that aloof persona who treated money like dirt?

It collapsed way too fast!

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