Chapter 7

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Holding the black-covered, heavy Demon King Codex, Lin Bai slowly descended the stairs and sat in his "Xiaobai Computer Repair" shop. The shop was cluttered with various computer parts, monitors, motherboards, mice, and keyboards scattered everywhere, most of which were broken and even the scrap collectors wouldn't want them.

He opened the Demon King Codex. The first page—completely incomprehensible. The second page—still completely incomprehensible. The third page—wow, still completely incomprehensible. The text in the Demon King Codex was a very strange script, not Chinese, not English, not French, German, Italian, Japanese, Korean, or any other language. It was a peculiar script that Lin Bai had never seen before.

It must be the language of the demons! Lin Bai flipped through a few more pages, and they were all filled with this incomprehensible demonic language. He was frustrated. The female Demon King actually gave him this book to "study on his own," but he couldn't even understand the words. What kind of "study" is this? He threw the Demon King Codex to the side, and a folded piece of paper fell out. He slowly unfolded it and saw some demonic language written on it, followed by a few lines of crooked Chinese annotations...

Lin Bai felt that these few lines of demonic language seemed familiar. Upon closer inspection, he realized they were a segment of a magic incantation from the first few pages of the Demon King Codex. He immediately understood that this was an annotation written by a certain generation of Demon King while studying the book.

"This thing might be useful." He focused on the annotations: "I bought a watch last year." Is this what an annotation looks like? A completely nonsensical sentence, really confusing.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him. He remembered the method he used to learn English in junior high. Back then, his grades were poor, and he couldn't remember the pronunciation of many English words, so he used Chinese characters to annotate the pronunciation. For example, for "apple (Apple)," he annotated it as "ai po." For "thank you (Thank you)," he annotated it as "san ke yao."

Now, the piece of paper in Lin Bai's hand was definitely written by a Demon King with poor grades, who used the same stupid method to remember the incantations. This Demon King was probably the one sleeping upstairs, a woman who clearly had an IQ below 20. Lin Bai maliciously criticized her for a while, then concluded that the pronunciation of the incantation was "I bought a watch last year."

Lin Bai felt like a genius, able to figure out such a difficult thing! Of course, he would never admit that this was a method used by fools, only fools could understand it. He cleared his throat, coughed, held the Demon King Codex in his left hand, extended his right hand, and assumed a magic-casting posture. He then recited, "I bought a watch last year..." Hmm, no reaction. Maybe some tones need to be adjusted; he must read it with a foreign accent. So he changed a few syllables and tried again.

Blindly guessing, he actually got it right. As the incantation was spoken, a black mist spewed from his fingers.

"Wow, what kind of magic?" Lin Bai was startled. He didn't expect to actually cast a spell, so he was unprepared. He also couldn't figure out what the spell did. If it was some random combustion magic that burned down the house, that would be a disaster. He quickly waved the black mist toward the ground...

There was a broken keyboard on the ground, and the black mist instantly enveloped it.

He covered his eyes, not daring to look, but after two seconds, he couldn't resist moving his hand away. The black mist had dissipated, revealing a perfectly repaired keyboard... a keyboard that had been broken in half, now miraculously restored.

Lin Bai was overjoyed. This was... Dark Regeneration! The magic the female Demon King used to repair his house. He quickly looked at his watch and saw that the numbers had changed. Originally, it showed Evil Power 214, Justice Power -214, but now it showed Evil Power 212, Justice Power -212.

He wasn't a fool; he instantly understood that he had used 2 points of Evil Power to cast "Dark Regeneration" and repair the keyboard.

Lin Bai couldn't help but be elated: "Now I'm awesome. I'm going to get rich. I'm going to become the best computer repairman in the world, hahaha..." The poor repairman, even with such a powerful magic, first thought of fixing computers, not rockets or satellites, which were the jobs of the rich and powerful.

Lin Bai pointed at a 27-inch monitor on the ground, or rather, the corpse of a 27-inch monitor, as it was completely broken, even scrap collectors wouldn't want it.

"I bought a watch last year!"

A black mist spewed out, and the monitor instantly came back to life!

Lin Bai excitedly picked up the repaired monitor, connected it to a computer, and tested it. The result was perfect; it was fully functional.

"Yay!" Lin Bai shouted, "I'm going to get rich."

He quickly wrote a note: "For sale: 90% new 27-inch monitor, super low price 1500 yuan." He stuck the note on the monitor and placed it in the most visible spot at the entrance.

Now, how could I not get rich? Just pick up some electronic waste, fix it, and sell it, and I'll make a fortune, hahaha! He was extremely pleased and looked at his watch again. Evil Power 192, Justice Power -192. It seemed that repairing a monitor required 20 points of Evil Power, more than fixing a keyboard. Now, how much Evil Power did it take to repair his house? The female Demon King must be a very bad person.

This was within Lin Bai's expectations, so he didn't need to delve into it. He casually waved his hand, pointing at the various broken parts scattered in the shop. Black mist spewed out continuously from his hand, and one by one, the monitors, hard drives, and motherboards were repaired...

In no time, a pile of second-hand goods was displayed at the entrance of Lin Bai's shop. If he could sell them all, he would make at least 6,700 yuan. Of course, his Evil Power was also being consumed rapidly, and in a moment, only 40 points remained. But this wasn't the main issue. He thought smugly, "I'm not afraid of anything. When I run out of Evil Power, I can just start a fire again..." But as soon as this thought crossed his mind, he was suddenly startled. No! This thought is wrong. The fire I started earlier was just to deal with the female Demon King, to save my life, and I had to compromise with evil and do a little bad thing.

If I start a fire for my own benefit, to make money, that's a completely different matter.

That's the beginning of corruption!

That's the path to darkness!

What they call "selling one's soul to the devil" is probably something like this.

Lin Bai was startled and quickly threw the Demon King Codex far away. But the book, though thrown far, still kept appearing in his mind, tempting him to approach it step by step... He almost couldn't control his hands, wanting to pick up the book and embrace it.

Wealth tempts the heart, and the evil that provides wealth has an irresistible attraction.

At this moment, a loud male voice suddenly rang out at the shop entrance: "Is the shop owner here? Damn it, my portable hard drive is broken. Can you fix it and recover the data?"

Lin Bai was in a mental struggle, desire and reason entangled, and this shout woke him up from his confusion. Business was coming in... He was instantly overjoyed, and the temptation of the Demon King Codex was instantly cut off. He spun around and ran to the door, smiling, "Sure, we can fix anything here..."

By this time, Lin Bai had already seen the visitors. It wasn't just one person, but two men standing at the entrance. The one in front was speaking, a middle-aged man in a floral suit, with a ruddy face, clearly a loud-voiced person. The one behind him was a young man in a floral shirt...

Lin Bai recognized the young man at first glance. This was the guy he had punched in the back of the head, causing him to faint on the ground. How did he find me? Could he... be here to settle the score? Lin Bai was startled.

Fortunately, Lin Bai's worry was unnecessary. The young man in the floral shirt didn't recognize him. He was holding his head, clearly still injured, and stood there with a grim expression, showing no reaction to Lin Bai.

Lin Bai breathed a sigh of relief. The young man had 50 points of Evil Power and wasn't a good person. If he didn't cause trouble, that was a relief.

The middle-aged man in the floral suit handed over a portable hard drive. Lin Bai took it and examined it. It was a Shanxing brand portable hard drive, marked as 500G, a very common model... worth about 400 to 500 yuan. From the outside, there was no obvious problem, but he needed to connect it to a computer to see what was wrong. Out of professional habit, he asked, "What's wrong with this hard drive?"

The middle-aged man in the floral suit turned around and kicked the young man, scolding, "You tell him!"

The young man in the floral shirt, holding his head, grumbled, "I was walking on the street when a lunatic suddenly attacked me. I fell hard, and although I was fine, the portable hard drive in my pocket was damaged. When I connected it to the computer, the data couldn't be read, and the damn hard drive makes a ticking sound when powered on... Damn, if that lunatic who hit me randomly ever runs into me, I'll skin him alive. I'm a real gangster, and that lunatic dared to hit me..."

The middle-aged man in the floral suit was slightly angry, "It must have been our rival organization that attacked you. You need to be more careful in the future... It's no big deal if you get hurt, but if it affects the organization's affairs, it could be fatal. If this hard drive can't be fixed, our whole group will be in trouble."

The young man in the floral shirt quickly smiled and said, "Brother Hong, you're right."

Lin Bai was greatly startled, thinking, "A real gangster, my goodness, I'm lucky he didn't recognize me, or I would be in trouble. This hard drive must have been damaged when I knocked him out." He then thought, "The hard drive is damaged and makes a ticking sound when powered on, indicating that the internal mechanical structure has shifted due to the impact. I can't say how badly it's damaged, but one thing is certain: this hard drive is beyond repair unless it's sent back to the factory. A hard drive is such a high-precision device; it's impossible to fix it with a screwdriver."

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