Chapter 12

12. More Money Required (80 Monthly Votes)“Breaking the law?!” Wen Han burst out laughing immediately, “Are you guys afraid of breaking the law?!”

“Human laws cannot naturally constrain us, but there are regulations within the magic world that target us.”

Lin Wu Ju shook his head.

“What I just mentioned about the Light Magic Society is its full name, which is the Association of Light Mages, equivalent to the police bureau in the magic world. In Dragon Nation, over eighty percent of light mages belong to this organization, making it a unique unit. Their mission is to prevent us and eliminate all black magic.”

“The Demon King isn’t mighty? You’re also afraid?”

“Not afraid.” Lin Wu Ju smiled, “It’s a long story. In short, if black mages kill indiscriminately, especially if there are tens of thousands of escaping souls… This number is too large for the Light Magic Society to ignore; it would lead to a catastrophic disaster.”

“In the end, you’re still scared. You don’t even have the courage to admit it; you’re truly a coward!” Wen Han rolled her eyes, “Since that’s the case, how can you recover souls? Do you want me to take the blame?”

“Enticing, inciting, creating conflicts…” Lin Wu Ju walked up to Wen Han, “For example, causing one person to become jealous of another, leading to the latter’s death! And during this process, we do not directly intervene, so the magic world’s laws cannot impose constraints.”

“So you were exaggerating earlier?”

“…You could say that.”

“Your words can’t be trusted entirely. But I don’t understand why the Light Magic Society follows these so-called laws? Or could they simply modify them?”

“Just like human laws, the magic world has its own set of rules; otherwise, the entire magic world would spiral out of control. Then, chaos would reign supreme in the human world. Which do you think is more serious?”

“A general understanding.” Wen Han raised an eyebrow, “You said creating conflicts, meaning… every soul you reclaim causes another person to go to jail?”

“Do you consider that innocent?” Lin Wu Ju shook his head, “He killed someone, so can he still be considered innocent? Since he committed murder, he should be punished by the law!”

“Punishment by law?” Wen Han sneered, “It sounds strange coming from you.”

Lin Wu Ju immediately rebutted, “Do you care about this? If so… then it seems the black magic world has produced a rare lotus flower, and I am relieved.”

Wen Han responded with a smile, “Do you know about the phrase ‘rotten fart eye’?”

With that, she rolled her eyes and suddenly turned her gaze, “To the point, how much money will you give?”

Lin Wu Ju laughed, “Enough for you to squander!”

“I won’t accept vague promises.” Wen Han shook her head, “A specific number, accurate to the decimal point! This kind of thing is detrimental to one’s karma; it requires additional payment!”

“How much do you want?”

“One month… at least give me hundreds of billions?”

“…You have quite the appetite.” Lin Wu Ju sighed helplessly, “One million. Besides, once you join the Recycling Station, you’ll understand that money means nothing to us.”

“It means something to me.” Wen Han did not hide her greed.

She braved the sun and wind, working two jobs just for money.

She wanted a better life for her daughter, and that required money too.

One million yuan… was indeed a lot, far exceeding her monthly salary.

Seeing her hesitation, Lin Wu Ju continued, “For each soul reclaimed, you can receive a bonus of two hundred thousand yuan.”

“Two hundred thousand yuan?” Wen Han appeared unperturbed on the surface, “Is that all for one soul?”

“Woman, your appetite is huge.” Lin Wu Ju remained calm, “There are at least a million escaped souls! Think about how much profit you can make. Plus, you can gain more than just money, including ancient magic books that have long been lost!”

Wen Han fell silent.

It would be false to say she wasn’t tempted.

Whether it was money or magic books, those were things she had always yearned for.

But mainly… Lin Wu Ju’s statement was intriguing.

Luring, manipulating… then reclaiming a soul already imprisoned in the magic world?

Except for the final step, wasn’t this exactly what she was doing now? Moreover, she could earn money!

Over four years, Wen Han had felt the erosion of dark magic, gradually becoming evil, or as Lin Wu Ju put it, “innocently evil.”

She knew she had changed, but she no longer cared.

“Fine.” She finally smiled, “If what you say is true, then I’m in.”

She was originally a selfish and self-interested black mage, not a good person to begin with.

Previously, she had refused due to fear and personal gain; Wen Han never cared about other miscellaneous matters.

And this was different from seducing men and deceiving others. This money was her “earnings,” and she felt justified spending it since she had contributed.

“Hold on, I haven’t finished yet.”

At this moment, it was finally Lin Wu Ju’s turn to shake his head.

He smiled faintly as he pulled something out of his pocket, “To join the Recycling Station, you need to pass an assessment first. Only then can you officially become my assistant.”

“So troublesome?” Wen Han frowned, “Will bonuses be issued?”

“They will.”

“That’s acceptable.”

With a snap, she snatched the photo and documents from Lin Wu Ju’s hand.

Upon closer inspection, Wen Han’s frown deepened.

Because the person in the photo was none other than…

“Qin Long, twenty-seven years old, currently the son of a group director, with various details and information about him below.” Lin Wu Ju spoke, “He is one of the escaped souls from the magic world.”

“He escaped twenty-seven years ago?” Wen Han looked at the photo in confusion.

“No. Escaped souls randomly reincarnate into different bodies, like being reborn. But they lose their memories and merge with their hosts, so they won’t remember anything from before.”

“So that’s how it is…” Wen Han realized, looking at the familiar face in the photo with a cold laugh, “Alright, I’ll take this job.”

“Perfect, I await your good news.”

Wen Han brushed aside her long hair, “Can you tell me now how to leave here?”

“There’s a magical incantation on the back of the photo for entering and exiting Recycling Station 777.”

“Oh.” Wen Han glanced at it, muttering to herself as a narrow opening indeed tore open in front of her.

She stared in surprise. After all, this was her first time learning magic—if this counted.

“By the way.” She thought of something before leaving, “In recent years, the world has become increasingly chaotic—is it because of the Recycling Station?”

Lin Wu Ju smiled enigmatically, “From ancient times to the present, this world has never known peace.”

“…Understood.” Wen Han nodded, “Also, don’t barge into my home again; I only warn you once.”

“Rest assured, I respect my comrades’ privacy and lives.”

“Comrades?”

Wen Han sneered and left Recycling Station 777.

…

Whoosh!

The instant she stepped through the crack, the scene before her abruptly shifted.

Wen Han blinked, finding herself back in the original building, though Lin Wu Ju’s room was now closed.

“Recycling Station 777…”

She muttered to herself, recalling the surreal moment, only to be drawn to the milk tea on the floor.

“This is for you, wishing you success.” The note was signed by Lin Wu Ju.

Wen Han responded with a white eye, and the next moment, her phone vibrated violently.

“Who is it?” She impatiently opened the screen, then her face paled, “Damn! Order timed out!!!”

…

Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

Leaving her electric scooter behind, she hurried up the stairs without waiting for the elevator.

Once she arrived at the order address, Wen Han rushed up the stairs urgently and pressed the doorbell frantically.

With a creak, the door immediately opened, revealing a slightly chubby man with furious hair, gritting his teeth, “You…”

“Sorry! Sorry!” Wen Han removed her mask beforehand, lifting her head pitifully, “I’m so sorry, sir! Truly, I apologize!”

She bowed repeatedly, her hair swaying, releasing a faint fragrance.

Seeing such a cute woman in front of him, the man froze instantly.

Seconds later, he snapped out of it, “No, no problem! I happened to have something to do, and you came at the right time!”

“Really?” Wen Han blinked her watery eyes, revealing a hint of allure, “Sir, you won’t be angry with me?”

“Of course not!” The man patted his chest, “I should thank you! If you had delivered it earlier, my food would have been cold by the time I got to it.”

“Thank you, sir. You’re such a good person!”

“Nowhere, nowhere~” The man couldn’t help but smile, “Actually… I’ll give you a good review later.”

“Thanks!” Wen Han smiled, “Then, sir, enjoy your meal!”

With that, she turned around, her smile immediately fading.

Qin Long?

Looks like… I need to take the initiative.