'That's strange. Why do I feel so uneasy?'
'Could this be some kind of warning from my protagonist halo?' A sudden shiver ran through Qi Suian, and the back of his neck felt cold.
It was as if someone was blowing cold air onto his neck.
'Don't tell me someone's clinging to my back eating a popsicle...' Qi Suian muttered to himself. 'It can't be *that* ridiculous.'
He then turned his attention to his virus-related talent.
He'd expected it to take three days, but it ended up taking ten. The main reason was that the modifications to his own body took a little longer than planned.
The endless surgeries, drugs, and procedures had put him through hell and back.
That wasn't a metaphor—he had literally been watching ads to resurrect over and over.
He'd complained before that shortening the ad-watching time was useless. Well, it was certainly coming in handy now.
[SS-Rank Talent: Divine Ladder]
