I am the devil, I only know how to trade.

Did you lose all the weight?

Wait, wait, why did I use so many? I don't feel like I've used them that many times.

Eriri was sweating profusely.

She clearly remembered what Luo Feng had reminded her of: that this thing was real, but she had to use it carefully, and as long as she could control her desires, she wouldn't pay too high a price.

How could I have forgotten all of these!

No, it's not that she forgot, it's just that she only needed a little bit each time, so she didn't think about it that much!

Luo Feng clearly told her that as long as she didn't get too involved, everything would be fine.

Eriri has now completely poured all her artistic skills into it.

Making the mistake of spending money on inexplicably and getting yourself into trouble isn't just something children do; even adults can fall into it, otherwise there would be no gamblers.

If she had used her artistic skills to win over the man, that would have been fine. But their relationship is still just that of childhood sweethearts. There is a possibility of going further, and she has the best chance. However, because of Eriri's awkward personality, even though they have done so much, they are still not together!

How to do?How to do?

I've lost my abilities, how can I get them back?

Eriri felt a cold sweat all over her body, and she even cried.

Maybe, maybe it's all a dream, maybe I'll feel better after a good night's sleep?

In this world, there are two things that are most important to Eriri: her artistic talent and her childhood friend, Tomoya Aki.

Now, everything is gone, absolutely nothing is left.

Yes, call Aki Tomoya and see if things have really changed.

She quickly picked up her phone and dialed Aki Tomoya's number.

"Hey, Tomoya." Eriri's hands trembled slightly as she tried to hold back her sobs, trying to confirm if things had really changed.

"Hey, Eriri, what's up? I'm busy here."

"Hmm...when are you going to confess your feelings to Kato Megumi?"

"Me and Kato? Why would I confess to her? We're not even that close. When did you start having this misconception that I would like a real-life girl?"

"You, you don't like real-life girls..." Eriri swallowed hard. "Then, then, then... who will you marry in the future?"

She wanted to say, "What about me?" but she couldn't bring herself to say it.

"I'm not getting married. Aren't anime/manga waifus cute? Real girls are so boring!"

"I...I know."

"Eri, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm hanging up." Eriri quickly hung up the phone and then called Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"Hey, what's up, Ms. Kashiwagi Eri? Didn't we just see each other yesterday?"

"Hey, Kasumigaoka, do you like Tomoya?"

"Are you paranoid? Put away your textbook arrogance and just go and confess to him, then you'll be together, right? He's been studying game development, and the games he sells don't make much money right now; he's barely making ends meet. Someone like him won't find another girl."

I mean, do you like him?

Why would I like him? If he likes me, please tell him that I don't like him.

Hearing Eriri's strange voice, Kasumigaoka Utaha assumed that the disgusting otaku had fallen for her and was asking Eriri about it, so she frowned.

What's so appealing about someone like that? He has no talent, no ability, and all he thinks about is his anime/manga waifu.

"Okay, I understand. I'm a little confused right now." Eriri put down her phone.

Things have changed; I have truly changed a few of us.

But, but without my artistic skills, how can I survive? I still need this job!

The production I helped create was a true masterpiece!

The creation is centered around me. Without me, what will happen to everyone? All our efforts will be wasted!

How did I end up giving away all of my abilities little by little?

My drawing skills, my drawing skills, can drawing skills be discarded?

Chapter 107? Choice

"Right, find that devil, find that devil..." Eriri quickly dialed Luo Feng's cell phone.

"Hey?"

Luo Feng's magnetic voice rang out.

"Hey, um, I accidentally used too much, can I return some?" Eriri asked cautiously.

"Retreat?" Luo Feng laughed out loud: "Please, this is a deal with the devil. Your power has already reached hell. How can you retreat?"

"But, but normally they can be returned or exchanged..."

“This is not a product eligible for a seven-day no-questions-asked return policy.” Luo Feng’s squinty eyes widened slightly. “Once a transaction is completed, it must be abided by.”

From God's perspective, Eriri's behavior might seem foolish, because she fell for it.

This trick is very simple and can be seen everywhere in modern times, so why do people always fall for it? Are all the people who fall for it stupid?

Just like a Ponzi scheme, a so-called money-making app comes out, promising that you'll make money if you invest, or that the first batch of people will definitely make money. Many smart people are just playing for the thrill, wanting to be among the first to invest.

Some people genuinely believed it, while others were gambling. Some managed to escape unscathed, while others lost everything.

This is actually similar to the principle of stocks and funds: if you make a profit, you get rich; if you lose money, you lose everything.

Some people may make this mistake themselves, but they will still say it, because it is easy to say that others are wrong, but not as difficult as admitting that you are wrong.

Moreover, this is not a problem that money can solve.

If someone were truly given the opportunity to change the past and influence the present, they would be willing to give up not only their talent, but even their life and soul. There are always things that are more important than anything else.

For them, there's not even a need for routines.

Can I buy it with money?

"Money?" Luo Feng laughed even harder: "Do you think the devil would be short of money? You're just changing the emotional issues, you shouldn't have to give up much, right? At most ten percent, is a ten percent difference a big deal?"

After hearing Luo Feng's words, Eriri regretted it even more. If she hadn't been so stupid in the past, she wouldn't have paid so much!

After she figured this out, she really felt that it had nothing to do with Luo Feng.

"Well, since you're a devil, I want my ability back. Shouldn't we be able to trade for it? Name your price!" Eriri said nervously. "Actually, this ability is dispensable to me. My family isn't short of money. I won't starve without this ability."

Eriri isn't completely clueless; at least she knows how to negotiate business deals.

The more important she considered this, the higher the price Luo Feng offered, even if he seemed harmless.

Eriri is absolutely right. Given her status and her parents' wealth, she really doesn't need the money the painter earns.

For her, all the money she has earned as an artist so far is nothing in her mother's eyes; it's just a hobby, something she finds fun.

For her personally, this ability is something she strives for.

"Then don't buy it, it's quite expensive." Luo Feng said 'straightforwardly': "The rules of Hell are that you have to pay more than double for a transaction. If you want this talent now, it's like turning you into a doll who has no common sense or other abilities and can only draw... um, a doll?"

"So much?"

“Of course, why don’t you ask a few more people to help you share the burden?” Luo Feng said, “It has to be people who are very close to you who help you share the burden, so that each person will be taken away less.”

"This must not be known to anyone else..."

“Then let’s use lifespan,” Luo Feng said calmly. “Forty years of lifespan.”

"Forty... years? Does that mean I won't live much longer?"

“What do you think? Your talent can give someone who has nothing a skill, enabling them to support themselves and even an ordinary family for life.” Luo Feng said, “What’s unimportant to you is very important to others. Forty years, it’s already been forgivable because of what you consider ‘unimportant’.”

"Forty years, or you might become someone who has lost all common sense and other abilities, and can only draw..."

“Well, how about you sell your soul to me?” Luo Feng said. “I’ll not only give you talent, but I can also help you take it a step further and become a truly top-tier painter in the country.”

What would happen if I sold my soul to you?

"Go to hell after death... Do you know much about torture? Your suffering is the foundation of hell. Except for special talents, most people are tortured for decades or even centuries before they can work," Luo Feng said calmly.

"Let me think about it some more..."

Eriri hung up the phone.

Luo Feng didn't think much of it when she hung up the phone.

Luo Feng had already received her first sense of despair, the despair of losing her own power.

Now give her hope again, give her three choices, let her struggle with them herself, so that it will be easier for me to collect a second dose of despair.

Despair, which can't compare to the fun of money, is still a decent diversion.

The devil's life is so simple, unadorned, and monotonous.

"He's causing trouble again." Kong Yinzi, who was sitting next to him looking at the chess score, muttered a complaint when Luo Feng put down the phone.

Luo Feng didn't plan to bother Yukino these past two days. She'd been struggling with her feelings the whole time, but since Luo Feng had a contract with her, he could monitor her at any time.

If he were to appear, Yukino might give up thinking about it and stop worrying. Instead, she might think that she has been plotting something all along, and then comfort herself by saying that it was all Luo Feng's scheme, and that she shouldn't doubt others, or something like that.

Humans are creatures who trust themselves, and only if Luo Feng doesn't get involved at this time will she trust her own judgment.

"How can you call it a disaster? I actually salvaged a relationship." Luo Feng said with emotion, placing his large hand on Kong Yinzi's head and ruffling it.

"You would be so kind?" Sora asked with a skeptical look.

She came here today feeling very conflicted, afraid that Luo Feng would do those outrageous things to her again.

Fortunately, he didn't seem to have that intention today.

“I’ve always been very kind,” Luo Feng said. “It’s just that she’s too weak-willed. She only cut off other people’s romantic relationships, but she hasn’t even reconnected them herself.”

"Ugh, I guess I'm in for a rough time." Sora Ginko lowered her head and continued looking at the game record.

“Not necessarily.” Luo Feng slightly opened his eyes: “The problem now is, what will the main character do, and... what will the angel do? I’ve given her many chances. If she doesn’t seize them, it won’t be like an angel.”

"The protagonist?" Sora Ginko asked, puzzled.