This villain, please exercise some restraint.

"Do you want to sign a contract with me?"

The "lover" looked at An Xu. Even though there were some dark circles under his eyes, it couldn't hide her beautiful features. He went straight to the point, "My name is Liuliuliu. Tsk, it's a very auspicious name. If you sign a contract with me, you will become very lucky."

As he spoke, the young man spread out one hand, and white paper and a pen made of snow-white feathers appeared in his palm.

He said this to An Xu in front of everyone, as if no one was around.

"Looking at the whole scene, you are the weakest, as weak as an ant, like a lowly ant. Don't you want to become stronger... to make people like Temperance... like them look down on your existence, and never dare to open their dog eyes to look down on you, or anyone else?"

The black characters on the white paper were drawn one by one, interspersed with mysterious and obscure symbols. The feather pen seemed to have an independent soul, lightly leaping on the paper.

Upon hearing that, An Xu couldn't help but look around, his eyes fell on the face of the white-haired boy. Shi Si's face was the same as before, as when they first met, still radiant and exquisite as before. There was no trace of the embarrassment of the past on that face, the only thing that was glaring was the vague mockery at the corners of his mouth.

He looked at the boss. The short boy had his eyes open, but there was obvious confusion and puzzlement in his eyes and on his face. He seemed to be aware of An Xu's gaze. He was stunned for a moment, then gently shook his head at An Xu.

An Xu understood what his boss meant. He was telling him not to accept his lover's sudden "kindness".

Why does the boss who summons the "lover" behave like this?

This doubt flashed through An Xu's mind, but he soon put it behind him.

Shifting his gaze, An Xu looked at the God of Nothingness. This being who claimed to be a god could not be told whether he was a man or a woman, and even his voice was difficult to distinguish. He stood there, his entire existence seemed to be hidden in the vast fog, carrying the chill of winter morning dew.

The god also looked at him. In those silver-white eyes, there was no emotion or shadow of anyone. It seemed that he didn't care about the life and death of "mortals" like them.

An Xu stared at this "god", then looked at the white-haired boy with a mocking expression. For a moment, a nameless anger that was difficult to conceal suddenly surged in his heart.

Why, why can these guys be so cold and inhumane? Is the reason they show such an attitude just because they rely on the power in their hands to arbitrarily decide the fate of others and dominate others at will?

Ants…ants…ants!!!

The word "ant" that was repeatedly said seemed to still echo in An Xu's ears. The words were filled with undisguised contempt, and An Xu could not help but clench his fists.

If such a despicable person, such a being who does not take others seriously, can rely on his power to become a so-called "god" or "emperor", then why can't I... myself?

Maybe... maybe the difference between those in high positions and those in low positions is just the amount of strength they can show off.

The boss looked at An Xu, hesitant to speak, but in the end, he still spoke, "An Xu, I still think——"

Before he could even finish his suggestion, he was interrupted by his "lover".

The young man in the white lab uniform looked at the short boy with a half-smile, his eyes seemed to hide coldness, "Dear, is it because you have enjoyed the convenience brought by my power, and now you want to stop others from enjoying this convenience?"

There was a hint of intimacy in his tone, like a joke between lovers, but there was also an implicit threat upon closer inspection.

The boss was stunned. For a moment, he couldn't understand what his "lover" was saying.

When did he... use the power of "lover"? Could it be that "lover" refers to his appearance just now, helping him solve the urgent problem?

But even in this extremely brief contact, he still realized that his lover was probably not someone who could be easily messed with.

"I want to know, what is the price for me to become powerful?"

An Xu raised his head and looked at the "lover" in front of him with a serious expression, "I know that there is no free lunch in this world. Since I have gained something, I must have lost something. I want to know if I can afford this price."

Even though he felt angry at being looked down upon, An Xu still forced himself to calm down. He was not the kind of person who would do things without considering the consequences.

"cost?"

The "lover" took a deep look at the boy with glasses in front of him, then smiled, "Why should I pay a price? You should know that when it comes to power, I will only give the most generous gifts, because--"

"Your willingness to accept this power is the best reward for me."

An Xu was stunned for a moment. It was the first time he heard such a statement. "Is... is that so?"

"Yes."

The Lover nodded confidently. "I don't like to get involved in various fights. If you can accept this power and step onto the stage in my place, so that I can be a spectator and make those bullies pay a price - I think I should thank you."

"After all, in my opinion, you are much more capable and rational than me."

A contract was delivered to An Xu. An Xu looked at his "lover" and picked up a pen. "Maybe the final result will disappoint you, but...if what you said is true, I will do my best."

"Thank you, lover."

The pure white feather pen drew a few firm arcs on the paper, and then dissipated into white light along with the paper, blending into the body of the bespectacled boy.

All of a sudden, An Xu got rid of his previous dejected look and became radiant.

He felt a very gentle power filling his body, and he could use this power as long as he wanted.

"He seems...something has changed."

The boss opened his mouth slightly, looked at An Xu, and spoke in a low voice.

The white-haired boy stared at the scene in front of him, and finally, he turned his gaze to his "lover" who was smiling.

"I don't understand why you would give him your power. Wouldn't it be better to keep it for yourself?"

The "lover" shook his head and turned around to look at the person he once regarded as an opponent.

If it were in the past, when faced with the issue of "moderation", he would be sarcastic and mocking, and would pretend to be smiling, but actually say a bunch of meaningless and sarcastic nonsense.

But now, for some unknown reason, perhaps he himself was not quite clear, he rarely said a few words that were relatively sincere.

"Because it's not important anymore. My pursuit has never been about power. If what I expect is ultimately irreversibly shattered, I don't mind ending it all with my own hands."

"A man who is deeply disappointed cannot be more disappointed."

"As a lover, my love and my emotions have disappeared because of a certain existence. I once thought that was my eternal belief, and I was willing to be the most devout believer and do my best for it - but now, everything no longer exists."