61: Chapter 61 The Wife's Secret

"Wait, am I seeing things?"

Chen Mo rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and after opening them again,

he saw the numerical code before him; it really was a C-rank, 8th-ranked item.

"This is the first time I've obtained a top-ten ranked item. Although it's C-rank, in low-level dungeons, I feel like it should be invincible."

Although Chen Mo had a B-rank phantom cube, he dared not use it in a dungeon.

It was as good as not having one.

[When you encounter a crisis, why not recite the following passage:]

["Wait, brother, don't kill me yet. How about... the two of us play a game?"]

[After the opponent hears this sentence, they will immediately stop their killing behavior and must cooperate completely.]

[This is a rule!]

[Toss the coin into the air. If it's heads, you can ask the opponent a question for a truth.]

[If it's tails, you can assign the opponent a dare.]

[If the opponent's mental value is equal to or higher than yours, they can choose between truth or dare.]

"Holy crap, a rule-type item? It's mandatory, cannot be refuted, and must be accepted humbly?"

"Because... it's a rule."

[CD: Can only be used once per day, and the same target cannot be specified within the same dungeon.]

"Although there are usage restrictions, this feeling... it's a bit like having a built-in resurrection card."

"Not only can it save me from death once, but if I hit 'truth', I can also get a piece of information for free."

"Conversely, if it's a dare..."

A scene suddenly appeared in Chen Mo's mind.

A charming female ghost, originally preparing to rip off her own forehead, but after Chen Mo tossed the coin...

He said to her: "Big sister ghost, I require you to put on black stockings, pick up a fan, and dance 'Gokuraku Jodo' in front of me."

Then, this female ghost would have no choice but to obey Chen Mo's command.

"Rule-type items, huh? Very strong."

"I reckon that among the newbie dungeons cleared so far, I'm the only one with a rule-type item," Chen Mo said confidently.

[Rule-type items? In the item sequence for every rank, only the top ten items are rule-type.]

[S-rank items are almost all rule-type. Of course, those who can obtain S-rank items are beings close to the demigod level.]

[In our group, I think only the Group Leader has one, and it's also C-rank.]

[Currently, among C-rank rule-type items, Many Children Many Blessings is the second to obtain one; the first was a female player named "Jiyin".]

[However, Jiyin obtained C010. Many Children Many Blessings' coin should be able to destroy the opponent's item.]

[Adding the Group Leader's, there are only 7 C-rank rule-type items left. Holy crap, I want to enter a dungeon too; I want a rule-type item too!]

[Do you want to die? Do you know how high the price is for entering higher-dimensional dungeons? Just be content being your Administrator.]

The group inexplicably went quiet, as if some taboo topic had been touched upon.

It caused panic, and the originally joyful atmosphere was suddenly overcast by a dark cloud.

"Demigod? That word... sounds pretty badass."

Chen Mo stroked his chin. Could it be... that in the universe we live in, gods actually exist?

And they are born through grinding dungeons?

Chen Mo suddenly felt it was a bit comical. In his impression,

the birth of gods generally falls into two categories.

One is becoming a god in people's hearts through noble character and actions.

Such as: "Lord Guan, Shennong, Dayu, etc."

The other is by finding some kind of path.

For example: "Alchemy, body tempering, cultivation, etc."

Chen Mo had no interest in becoming any kind of god.

He was only interested in one thing—money!

With money, the shop's business could improve, and his quality of life could increase.

With money, he could help Pingan Orphanage overcome its difficulties and help more homeless children.

This was perhaps the extraordinary pursuit of an ordinary person.

Only after achieving financial freedom could one pursue the so-called spiritual world.

Maslow's hierarchy of needs is divided into five levels: "Physiological, Safety, Love and Belonging, Esteem, Self-actualization."

Clearly, Chen Mo hadn't even solved the first level yet.

Whenever he went grocery shopping, if Chen Mo could pick whatever he liked to eat, and even occasionally indulge in a small luxury,

Chen Mo would feel very happy.

"If I could become the God of Wealth, then... I wouldn't mind considering it," Chen Mo thought, amusing himself.

Putting the coin into his sleeve, Chen Mo picked up the piece of parchment.

After spreading it out on the table, it was all written in Latin, but fortunately, there were illustrations.

The first picture showed a red potion being poured into a blue potion.

The second picture showed a lizard's tail and a frog's tongue, which needed to be chopped into pieces and poured in together.

After normal red and blue liquids blended, the liquid should have turned purple.

However, the result after mixing according to the first picture was that the liquid obtained was white.

And it looked like that kind of thick, milky color.

"I have to try it."

"Since there are magic illustrations hidden away, there must be potions too."

Soon, Chen Mo dragged out a huge cardboard box with a seal stuck on it in English.

"Do not open."

Chen Mo used the bone-scraping knife to cut the tape and opened the lid.

Inside were indeed the things Sam had once used.

Chen Mo put on goggles and, following the recipe, poured the items in one by one.

Each time a new item was added, a mushroom cloud of various colors would erupt from the mouth of the distillation flask.

Finally, a bottle of black liquid appeared before Chen Mo's eyes.

It was just like the ink spat out by an octopus.

Chen Mo grasped the bottle of liquid.

"This is what Sam was originally supposed to concoct. Even now, Sam still doesn't know what this magic potion recipe given to him by his teacher actually is."

"Drink it, and all the answers will be known."

Chen Mo raised the bottle of liquid and placed his lips against the rim.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and just as he was about to drink it,

at that moment, footsteps suddenly rang out from the nearby stairwell.

His wife walked in, carrying a flashlight, and turned on the lights once again.

Chen Mo was clinging to the ceiling, holding his breath.

"Strange, I clearly saw a shadow here just now. Could it not be Sam, but him?"

"I've already said it, I don't need him anymore. Why does he still follow me? I have Sam now, I don't need him at all."

"Him?" Chen Mo's brows involuntarily furrowed.

Who was this 'him' that his wife was talking about?

The wife looked toward the safe hidden in the corner, and after confirming there were no fingerprints on it other than her own,

she finally let out a long sigh of relief.

She muttered to herself: "I absolutely cannot let Sam find out. If that happens... our wonderful life will be destroyed."

"I had better hurry up and bury everything inside the safe."

"Only then will I feel safe."