I discovered a world bug.

Chapter 94 Parasite

Shan State, Myanmar.

In a small town called Mengbin, a man wearing a black shirt and a Chinese-style blouse walked into a shop with its door half open.

The store shelves were filled with all sorts of goods that could not be found anywhere else—methamphetamine pills, bullets, and mottled, rusty guns.

Clearly, this is a lawless land.

But unlike those truly lawless places, this place has a special set of rules, maintained by both warlord armies and drug cartels.

For ordinary people, these rules are hell.

But for those who truly make a living from this, it is the safest paradise.

The man nodded to the woman guarding the store shelves, who stood up nimbly, her 1911 rifle slamming against the table with a soft "bang".

"Watch your step! Can't you put that piece of junk down there?"

"Don't worry, this thing is very safe..."

The woman pulled open a hidden wooden door behind the shelf and gestured for the customer to enter.

"Compared to the witchcraft you use, this gun is much safer."

"At least it has had very few records of accidental injuries in over a hundred years, which is far superior to witchcraft."

"Say whatever you want."

The man rolled his eyes—if someone else had spoken to him like that, he would have made sure they died silently in some corner long ago.

However, he never really had much of a way to deal with this woman.

It's not that there's any special relationship or bond between them.

It's just a habit.

I've gotten used to her blunt attitude towards me, and I've also gotten used to her always risking her life to help me in crucial moments.

"Has the person arrived yet?"

As he walked forward, the man asked, "Where?"

"Underground, in the shielded room."

"oh.

The man walked up the stairs, and the wooden door behind him slammed shut.

The lights came on, and a sweet, cloying smell filled the air—the smell of the lead plate shielding layer. It wasn't done well enough, and a lot of dust always floated out.

Footsteps echoed in the completely sealed space, and faint conversations could be heard coming from below.

I told him long ago that we shouldn't be in such a hurry, but he wouldn't listen.

"But it wasn't a complete loss...at least we confirmed that our ritual is effective."

"List..."

"That's right, we should target the list first..."

"No, the list isn't that important..."

The man went downhill, ducked through the low door of the basement, and raised his hand with a smile on his face.

"Hi, gentlemen. Hi, Kerry!"

"Long time no see!"

"Long time no see, Kwon."

The white man, who was sitting in a simple chair, stood up and extended his hand to the man.

"What should I call you now? By the name of this body, or still call you... Fu Quan?"

"Let's call it 'Power of Payment' instead."

Fu Quan chuckled.

"A name is something I absolutely cannot discard, even though it may bring many risks, it is also the source of my strength."

"Sit down, sit down, let's sit down and talk."

"certainly."

Kerry sat back down, his suit jacket caught on the rough edges of the stool, and he shook the hem in annoyance.

"Even if it can't be too flashy, at least get a better chair next time... Anyway, let's get down to business."

"I'll definitely do it next time."

Fu Quan shrugged.

"So how are you adapting to this body? You're quite young, aren't you? Much better than the one you used last time."

"They are indeed very young."

Fu Quan raised his hands and rubbed his face.

"Look, there isn't a single wrinkle."

"But... his subconscious is too strong. I always feel that even I have been changed by him."

"That's true."

Kerry looked at Fu Quan thoughtfully.

"You're talking a lot more than before—but that's actually a good thing, isn't it?"

"Nobody likes your lifeless look. Every time I see you, the boss tells me to tell Fu Quan to come back with a smile next time."

"Really? He really said that?"

Fu Quan tilted his head.

"I thought he liked me that way—but doesn't he himself always have a deadpan expression?"

"...Dead face...I need to write that word down."

Goodbye.

Fu Quan bared his teeth.

"Alright, enough with the joking around. So you didn't fly all the way here just to chat, did you?"

"no."

Kerry sat up straight in the chair, his relaxed expression instantly vanishing.

"The boss isn't entirely satisfied with this operation—not completely dissatisfied, just not quite satisfied."

"He believes your attempt is meaningful, but our opponents are also reacting strongly."

"Basically, we didn't achieve any substantial results."

"Even the 'open conspiracy' you mentioned earlier was quickly thwarted."

"So overall, our assessment of the enemy was wrong."

"We overestimated the faith of ordinary people and underestimated the resolve of the official forces."

"Therefore, the boss decided to temporarily halt any larger-scale direct confrontation activities."

"We need to re-enter the undercover operation and use the influence of this incident to infiltrate and win over more and stronger secular forces, wait for the right opportunity, and launch the next attack."

"Are you kidding me?"

Fu Quan frowned, jumped up from his chair, and almost hit his head on the low ceiling.

"We must hurry! Those Chinese people are progressing very quickly!"

"Give them a year—no, a month—and they'll become completely different!"

"By then, we won't have a chance to defeat them at all!"

"No, no..."

Kerry shook his head, but Fu Quan interrupted again, "Why not? You don't understand them, but I do!"

"Hey, putting everything else aside, do you know how many warships they had 20 years ago? Do you know how many warships they have now?"

"Be smart, Kerry!"

"Studying rituals and ceremonies is not much more difficult than studying warships!"

"All right...

Kerry spread his hands.

"But ordinary people cannot build warships, but they can use ritual implements."

"Quan, this is also what the boss asked me to convey to you—he has long seen that you are a radical."

"He asked me to ask you a question."

Do you know how parasites kill a person?

"Forehead...

Fu Quan shook his head.

"If you were asking about Gu worms, perhaps I could answer that."

"But parasites... I don't know."

I knew you didn't know.

Kerry took a cigarette out of his pocket and handed it to Fu Quan.

"Take malaria as an example—malaria is also a parasite, you know?"

"When you first contract malaria, you won't experience symptoms immediately."

"There will be an incubation period of 7 to 30 days, during which you will have no idea that you have been infected with parasites."

"Next, you will enter the acute phase, during which you will experience persistent fever, headache, and muscle aches."

"This process will probably last two or three days. Next, you will enter the formal flare-up phase."

"Persistent high fever, chills, profuse sweating..."

"The vast majority of infected people die at this stage—but what if you're lucky, or your constitution is strong enough, and you don't die in this outbreak?"

"You will enter a long-term chronic phase, and you will coexist with the malaria parasites in your body."

"The coexistence period can last up to several years. When your physical condition drops below a certain threshold, the malaria parasites lurking in your body will multiply explosively and kill you all at once."

"At this point, no amount of medical intervention will be of any use."

"So did you understand? The boss said you're a smart person, and he said you would definitely understand."

Fu Quan remained silent for a full minute before finally nodding.

"I understand."

"That's good."

Kerry nodded in satisfaction.

"We are parasites. We launched an acute attack, but unfortunately, we failed to kill our host."

"But it doesn't matter, they have no way to get rid of us anyway."

"If we just keep waiting, the opportunity will eventually come."

"So now, let's talk about what we actually need to do during this 'infiltration' process."