Chapter 65

Chapter 65

After some rustling noises, Jiang Nian emerged drying his hair with a towel.

Brother Jing gave him an annoyed look:

"Eat. Try to learn your lesson."

Jiang Nian pouted and casually draped the towel around his neck before sitting down:

"If you really can't wait, just do it first then eat. No need to scold me."

Occasionally, he did this on purpose—just some playful banter, nothing serious.

"..."

Faced with his shamelessness, Brother Jing couldn't stay angry, fighting back a smile as he gruffly piled food into Jiang Nian’s bowl.

Seeing him acting all tsundere—happy but pretending not to be—Jiang Nian couldn’t help teasing him more:

"Brother Jing, you want to—"

"Shut up! Eat!"

Brother Jing’s ears turned slightly red as he stuffed a piece of braised pork into Jiang Nian’s mouth:

"You talk more than you eat!"

"Mmph..."

Jiang Nian's cheeks bulging, barely holding back laughter and nearly choking, forced to eat obediently while keeping up the act through eye contact.

He loved this side of Brother Jing—so dominant in bed, yet surprisingly bashful at times.

"Look at your own bowl while eating. Staring at others is rude."

His intense staring from across the table was too much for Brother Jing to handle.

Now that he could get off work on time every day, he always brought meals home, feeling like he ate more with this brat around.

Jiang Nian put on an innocent act as he averted his eyes:

"Who exactly am I being rude to by staring? You want me to stare at someone else instead?"

Heh. This round, he won this round completely.

Brother Jing: "..."

...

After eating, Jiang Nian rushed to clean up the table. Brother Jing told him not to worry about it since he’d just showered, but Jiang Nian didn’t mind:

"Brother Jing worked all day long and even cooked for me. The least I can do is clean up."

If not for him, Brother Jing’s life would be much easier.

Brother Jing smiled without responding, simply sitting on the sofa and watching him busy himself around.

Truthfully, he was happy to spoil Jiang Nian, but Jiang Nian always insisted that life was for two people to share, even joking that if he’d ended up with someone heartless, he’d have slaved away forever.

After washing the dishes and wiping the kitchen counter clean, Jiang Nian placed his hands on the cabinet and concentrated—a blue-white Purification Superpower glow spread outward from his palms.

Cheng Jing was used to this by now. To train his Superpower, Jiang Nian often used himself like a sterilizer.

The blue-white glow gradually spread from the kitchen, soon filling the whole place before fading a moment later.

"Done!"

Jiang Nian patted his hands and walked out of the kitchen.

Seeing that he wasn’t even tired despite using his Superpower for so long today, Cheng Jing casually asked:

"Nian, what’s the current range of your Superpower?"

"Two hundred meters in diameter."

Jiang Nian’s tone was bright. You wouldn’t know it by looking at him, but he had been secretly grinding.

When alone at home, he often drained himself trying to break through his limits, even blacking out from nosebleeds because of it.

"So fast!"

Cheng Jing couldn’t help but be surprised. Jiang Nian didn’t have as much field experience as they did, so improving this quickly meant he must have been putting in work at home.

He might have even done some crazy stunts.

"Brother Jing, a man’s pride isn’t in speed, hahaha…"

Jiang Nian jumped onto the sofa and sat cross-legged beside him, grinning like an idiot.

Just 200 meters—his first milestone was to reach his previous life’s limit of 500 meters.

Once he hit 500 meters, his Superpower would unlock its final trait: Purification.

According to the doctors who ran tests on him in his past life, the maximum coverage of his Superpower was a diameter of 1,000 meters centered on himself.

So, 500 meters was the breakthrough point.

He had to reach it as soon as possible—both to test his past-life theory and to keep the people around him safe.

"Wise guy!"

Cheng Jing ruffled his hair, then fixed his hair by hand before asking again:

"Do you know what the final attribute of Purification Superpower is?"

"…"

Jiang Nian froze, staring at him.

"Why ask that all of a sudden?"

Sometimes he wondered if Brother Jing could read minds—he had just been thinking about this, and now the question was out.

Cheng Jing shook his head with a faint smile.

"Nothing much. Just thought of it while watching you use your Superpower. I looked up the Superpower registry recently, and there’s no explanation about the final attribute of Purification Superpower. So far, the only other Superpowered with the same ability as you is already dead."

"…"

Jiang Nian understood and then said:

"Although the Purification Superpower may seem useless to outsiders, it’s actually a rare ability. The people who tortured me in my past life secretly searched for it. I don’t know how it ended, but by the time I died, they never found it. Those with recorded information all died."

At this point, he couldn’t help but sigh softly:

"A special yet non-aggressive superpower is danger itself for its possessor. If its uniqueness isn’t discovered, you’re easily expendable. If discovered, you’re likely to become a guinea pig."

That’s why he was so determined to keep it hidden this time.

"Yeah."

Cheng Jing thought for a moment and agreed:

"That’s what I figured, which is why I asked you."

"I know."

Jiang Nian let his shoulders slump and looked up at him, thinking for a while before speaking:

"I told you before, in my past life, because of the drugs, my superpower limit reached 500 meters. Then, not long after, they ripped out my core and grafted it onto Chen Yue."

"Yeah."

Cheng Jing nodded. He remembered—just hearing about it made him want to tear those bastards apart!

"..."

Jiang Nian bit his lip and continued:

"Actually, before my core was extracted, I discovered my superpower had advanced. It underwent what experts call qualitative mutation—the evolution of its ultimate form... But I didn’t tell anyone."

Seeing Cheng Jing’s surprised expression, he added:

"I originally planned to wait until my superpower coverage reached 500 meters to confirm it myself before telling you."

In his past life, he had already been tortured to the point of being half out of his mind. He worried it might have been his imagination, and even if he spoke up, those people would’ve still killed me.

Cheng Jing hugged him:

"Don’t worry about it. You can tell me anytime."

"Yeah."

Jiang Nian smiled again and answered his earlier question:

"Brother Jing, the final attribute of the Purification Superpower is Nullification. As for its nullification range, to what extent, or whether there are side effects—that, I don’t know."

When a superpower advances, its possessor just knows instinctively about changes in its attributes. It’s an innate understanding.

"Nullification?"

Cheng Jing went still in surprise, then mused aloud:

"Purify... then nullify."

Jiang Nian nodded:

"Right. The advancement of a superpower doesn’t deviate from its core nature—it’s inherently stable. It only becomes stronger and more refined on its original basis."

"Nullification is the apex form of purification..."

Cheng Jing muttered, then his eyes widened in realization:

"That’s why purification works on the zombie virus! It might not just be effective against the zombie virus, but other similar viruses too..."

If healing superpowers are reality-breaking, then the Purification Superpower could literally save the world.