Chapter 004: A New Day

The reason the Loom of Fate was miraculous was not because it itself was powerful, but because it had been enchanted, enabling it to predict the future and write names.

Thus, in Wang Bo's view, what was powerful was not the Loom of Fate, but the one who cast the enchantment.

That was someone who could peer into the future.

Only, Wang Bo was not sure who that person was, or whether they were alive or dead.

However, Wang Bo leaned more toward them being dead, after all, the Loom of Fate had been around for at least a thousand years, and ordinary people could not live that long.

Of course, Wang Bo did not rule out the possibility that they were still alive.

It was just that this possibility was rather slim.

After learning about the marvels of the Loom of Fate, Wang Bo quickly left the place, abandoning the Loom of Fate there.

For him personally, the Loom of Fate was useless.

As for the enchantment cast on the loom, Wang Bo was unable to decipher it; after all, his status as a great wizard was obtained through shortcuts, his foundation was not solid, and he could not possibly learn the enchantment on the Loom of Fate.

In fact, not every wizard or mage could reverse-engineer a spell from magic.

That was the domain of supremely powerful mages, such as the Sorcerer Supreme or legendary mages like Merlin.

And Wang Bo was still a million miles away from that domain.

Even if he held the Loom of Fate in his hands and observed it every day, he would never learn the spell.

So the Loom of Fate was nothing but a piece of junk to Wang Bo.

More importantly, there was a possibility that the person who cast the enchantment on the Loom of Fate had not died, so Wang Bo was unwilling to provoke an expert because of this loom.

He only wanted to live a peaceful life.

After leaving the assassin organization's lair, Wang Bo found a hotel and stayed for one night.

The next day, Wang Bo got up, used the Replication Mirror to replicate a few gems in the same manner, took them to an auction house to sell, and quickly raised several hundred million dollars.

This process, Wang Bo had repeated in several worlds and was already well-versed in it.

With money in hand, Wang Bo's first task was still to buy a house—the kind you could move into with just your luggage.

So that very evening, Wang Bo moved into a luxurious villa.

As for the assassin organization and Wesley, Wang Bo had already put them out of his mind.

After all, Wesley was Cross's son, not his; even if Wang Bo had replaced Cross, he could not treat Wesley as his own son.

But what Wang Bo did not expect was that on the third morning, while watching TV, he accidentally came across news reports related to the assassin organization.

Over a hundred people in an organization all turned into vegetables—this was indeed quite astonishing in many people's eyes.

The news even suggested that it might have been a virus leak incident. Someone had invented a virus that could turn people into vegetables and released it there, causing a horrifying tragedy.

What left Wang Bo even more speechless was that this theory had quite a following.

Many experts even believed it. After all, there were at least over a hundred people in the base, and after examination, doctors found no external injuries on anyone.

But they were all unconscious, like vegetables.

More importantly, the time they fell unconscious was very close.

And the only thing that could cause that seemed to be a virus.

Wang Bo: ...

Of course, online discussions about this incident were even more abundant.

For instance, the news had its virus explanation, but online there were even more theories, so many and varied that it was no exaggeration to call them bizarre.

Some people swore it was a curse.

Others vowed it was magic.

Some even said it was the work of superheroes.

Each theory had a pile of supporting arguments, reasonable and convincing; if Wang Bo hadn't been the culprit behind it all, he might have believed the online theories too.

In this day and age, there were so many talented people that if you weren't careful, you'd get fooled and lose your bearings.

However, people are forgetful.

Although this incident was highly publicized, it was only temporary.

A few days later, new news emerged, diverting public attention, and people quickly forgot all about it; news about the incident gradually dwindled.

Gradually, no one mentioned it anymore.

The only ones who remembered it were probably the hospitals that took in those vegetables and the nurses who cared for them.

Even Wang Bo himself soon forgot about it.

He had now thrown himself into a new life. The assassin organization was already in the past for him, not worth remembering.

A new day began. Wang Bo yawned, crawled out of the luxurious soft bed, teleported to the bathroom, washed his face, and walked out refreshed.

Having been in this world for a while, Wang Bo had begun to adapt to life here.

To fully enjoy life in this world, Wang Bo had also packaged himself as a wealthy man.

In fact, Wang Bo was indeed very rich.

With the money he earned from selling gems, he bought a supermarket chain and a nearly bankrupt automobile factory. By the way, the automobile factory was prepared for the Conqueror.

Ever since Wang Bo took over the automobile factory, he had dismissed all the workers and replaced them with mechanical soldiers.

When Wang Bo left the Spider-Man world, he had left behind a batch of mechanical soldiers, but he also used the Fourth-Dimensional Pocket to take a batch with him. Now, under the command of the Conqueror, a Transformer, these mechanical soldiers were disguised as humans and working as employees in the automobile factory.

As for Blackwing, it was still Wang Bo's personal vehicle.

And Friday was still Wang Bo's phone and butler.

Most of Wang Bo's daily chores were managed by Friday.

Today was no exception.

After Wang Bo finished breakfast, Friday reminded him, "Master, you have a meeting at the supermarket chain today, starting at nine in the morning."

"Not going."

When Wang Bo originally bought the supermarket chain, it was actually to better collect food, because he felt that one day he would end up in a devastated world.

This was not impossible; across the myriad worlds, such worlds were too numerous to count.

For example, in some ancient worlds, people not having enough to eat was the norm.

Once a natural disaster or calamity struck, it was not uncommon for hundreds of thousands or millions to starve to death.

Why did ancient peasants often rebel? Wasn't it because they couldn't get enough to eat?