Chapter 065: Very Wicked

"The Shikon Jewel—to think such a thing exists in this world. Host, how did you come to know of it?"

Wang Bo weighed his words and offered a reason: “I once happened to see the Shikon Jewel, but I didn’t pay attention to it at the time, and so I missed my chance with it. That was my fault. Rest assured, sooner or later I will find the Shikon Jewel, and when I do, I will certainly return it to you.”

But in Wang Bo's heart, he never intended to hand over the Shikon Jewel.

If I hand it over, I might truly have to leave this world.

Wang Bo was not that foolish.

Lian Nishang's world was a matter of necessity, but the matter of the Shikon Jewel is not necessarily so.

"That kind of thing doesn't matter, there's no need to obsess over it."

Yet the answer given by the cheat artifact astonished Wang Bo.

"Wait, something as dangerous as the Shikon Jewel, if left in this world, will definitely cause a huge impact—why would you say that?" Wang Bo couldn't understand.

[Because this is not my duty. As I have already said, I am a divine artifact, created for the sole purpose of sending these lost transmigrators home.]

[But my duty is limited to the time-crossers. As for something like the Shikon Jewel, it is not within the scope of my work; someone else will take care of it. So you might as well give up, host.]

Wang Bo: "…So, I really have no choice but to leave."

You must go.

"Can I take my two wives with me?"

“Unfortunately, no. But I sympathize with you, Host. Newly married, forced to leave before you’ve even had a chance to grow tired of each other—it is indeed a cruel thing.”

What use is mere sympathy? What I want is something more practical, like taking my wife with me.

I have an idea. If you're lucky, host, you might be able to take both your wives with you.

"What idea? Tell me," Wang Bo asked impatiently.

[Lottery. You just sent a transmigrator home and earned a lottery chance. Maybe you can draw something like a cryo-pod, then place your wife inside it and put it into your four-dimensional pocket.]

[Once you reach the new world, you can unfreeze the cryo-chamber and continue your sweet moments with your wife.]

Of course, if your luck explodes, you might draw a dimensional gate, and then you can anchor it to this world, traveling back and forth between the new world and this one.

If you're lucky enough to draw the ability to freely travel between worlds, wouldn't that be even better?

So, draw the lottery, Host. Among the prizes is everything you desire.

Although this fellow spoke extravagantly, Wang Bo absolutely did not believe him.

With so many fine things across the myriad worlds, even if Wang Bo were the luckiest person alive, he couldn't possibly draw exactly what he wanted in a single lottery, could he?

Besides, what use is drawing a cryo-pod? I've got two wives, damn it.

It's two!

Never mind whether I can even draw it—if I actually do, how am I supposed to choose? Abandon one and take the other? How can you be so cruel? I misjudged you.

Wang Bo vented all the discontent in his heart in one breath. Ever since being chosen by this damn artifact, Wang Bo has never lived a peaceful life.

Whenever life had just settled down and he was about to start enjoying the good times, this bastard would jump out and mercilessly ruin his wonderful life.

Don't be fooled by how this guy calls me 'host' every day, and how he's always shouting things like 'host, you're awesome'.

Wang Bo had never believed a single word of it.

From beginning to end, he was just a hired hand, without the slightest freedom to speak of. For instance, this time, even if Wang Bo didn't want to leave, he had no choice, which fully demonstrated the harshness and cruelty of the cheat artifact.

Working for others, you have no rights at all.

And the words this fellow had just spoken were utterly malicious in intent; Wang Bo saw through him completely.

This guy simply wanted to tell Wang Bo that as long as you draw the lottery, anything is possible. If you don't win this time, it doesn't matter—there's always a next time, isn't there?

In the new world, as long as you diligently search for transmigrators and send them home, you can earn new lottery chances.

He just wanted to use this method to urge Wang Bo to work hard—only by working well and diligently drawing prizes would he have a chance to return to this world and find his two wives.

Wang Bo had long seen through him; this fellow was rotten to the core.

But the sad thing is, at present, Wang Bo seems to have no other choice but to enter the lottery.

If he didn't draw, Wang Bo wouldn't have the slightest chance of taking his two wives away, so Wang Bo had to grit his teeth and say, "Draw!"

He had originally wanted to accumulate ten draws for a ten-draw guarantee, but now it seems he can only hope for a miracle from a single draw.

"Alright, host. The lottery begins. Prize confirmed. The prize will be automatically delivered to your four-dimensional pocket. Unfortunately, host, your luck in this draw wasn't very good. You didn't win what you wanted."

Wang Bo: ...

I fucking knew it, there's no way I could ever draw what I actually want.

Wang Bo even suspected that even if he did win a prize, this bastard artifact would very likely swap his prize—after all, if Wang Bo won a prize, he would inevitably continue to be a slacker.

And if he didn't win a prize, he would have no choice but to work hard.

"So, what did I get?" Wang Bo couldn't be bothered to look at what new thing had appeared in the four-dimensional pocket.

"Host, what you've drawn this time is the Demon Passport."

What the hell, say that again, what did I draw?

[Demon Passport]

Damn, it's something from the Doraemon world again.

How is it that I'm so fated with things from the world of Doraemon?

Although this thing can't solve the problems I'm facing now, it's undeniably impressive—even to an extreme degree.

The Devil Passport is a top-level contraband from the 22nd century in the Doraemon world, capable of completely controlling the thoughts and logic of everyone except the user.

It even transcends the laws of all nations; if the user does something they shouldn't and the other party comes to complain, as long as the user carries this passport, the other party will unconditionally allow the user to do as they please.

In other words: the person who obtains the Demon Passport can rely on its powerful mind control to fully control the entire nation's political, military, economic, cultural, and other social domains.

Completely or greatly restrict the freedoms of speech, assembly, association, belief, and the press of those controlled by the demon passport, and monopolize all state power.

Unlike similar "dictatorships," no one will oppose the user's actions until the user gives up using the demon passport, because everyone is controlled by it! It would not be surprising if people banned this thing in the future.