Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

Qian Ji did indeed know a bit of content.

So far, Qian Ji hasn't had too much of an impact on this world.

The existence of Qian Ji introduced the setting of "reincarnators" to this world.

Zhou Baiyu discovered that most people chose to swap lives with someone richer than themselves.

But there was also a portion of people who chose young children, even poorer young children.

The youngest was merely five years old.

Zhou Baiyu pointed at the five-year-old:

"What kind of people are willing to switch bodies with a child?"

The essence isn't switching; it's possession.

Qian Ji laughed:

"Ah, this child is inhabited by a soul of someone in their fifties, they are grandparents and grandchild, you know."

"Most of the other people who swapped into the bodies of children are rich. They haven't lived enough and plan to use the bodies of children to live again, even if it means giving up their current wealth."

"Of course, there are hardly any who truly give up everything, after all, memories remain."

"What's the matter, Mr. Zhou, do you also want to switch into a child's body? But you need to have a child with whom you have a very good relationship, to a certain degree."

"If the relationship isn't good, I can't make such a transaction happen."

Qian Ji looked at the photo wall; these were his most satisfying works:

"Look at these children, they all house the souls of adults within them. They will surely crush their peers, and before long, I presume you will hear many stories of genius children."

Zhou Baiyu indeed thought of that possibility.

At this moment... he was even somewhat tempted.

To relive a life, to cast off one's own responsibilities.

Dr. A had proven one thing—the traits are related to the soul, but the identity of the pioneer is determined by the body.

So imagine... taking one's memories from "this life," "the orator," "unstable growth," "sixth sense player," and so on into the body of a child.

It would undoubtedly be a great hand dealt at the start.

Shedding the identity of the pioneer and starting a new story as an ordinary person, as if changing from a post-apocalyptic story to an urban reincarnation story.

But soon, Zhou Baiyu internally rejected this tempting thought.

He couldn't bear to part with Wang Shufen and Zhou Zeshui. Especially since this world had already begun to be tainted by corruption.

Even if ordinary people become geniuses, they can't escape the constraints of ordinary people.

Just like the geniuses he made up in the lower realm, in the upper realm they were still but ants.

Zhou Baiyu shook his head:

"So there really are gods in this world?"

"Of course," Qian Ji said with pride.

Zhou Baiyu looked towards Qian Ji, no longer observing the photo wall:

"Is there only the God of Trade and Choice? How can I meet more gods?"

Qian Ji was astonished; he saw the ambition and desire in Zhou Baiyu's eyes:

"Haha, Mr. Zhou, you have quite an appetite."

At that moment, Qian Ji thought first of the Pantheon.

But he remembered the warnings from above, not to disclose the existence of the Pantheon.

Qian Ji shook his head:

"I don't know, I only know this world indeed has gods, and what I need to do is to spread the miracles to the entire world."

Zhou Baiyu nodded:

"Yes, indeed, that day won't be too far off."

"Borrowing your good omen, Mr. Zhou, I hope we have the chance to cooperate again in the future."

Zhou Baiyu could guess the direction some things were heading. Qian Ji was weak now, but if left unchecked—

Qian Ji would become an existence even more terrifying than Ryan in defense mode.

With the power bestowed by the God of Games and Entertainment, Zhou Baiyu learned of a bizarre story through a taxi driver.

This also brought an end to Qian Ji, who was still in a vulnerable state.

In a sense, this incident was inherently a very minor one, as it was nipped in the bud by Zhou Baiyu before it could take root.

All trades start with small business, and Qian Ji was just small business now.

He was very clear: his "customers" were all successful people, either the poor stealing the lives of the rich or the rich stealing the lives of the young.

But some secrets couldn't be kept hidden.

Just like how Zhou Baiyu found Qian Ji through a woman who loved to boast.

When Qian Ji's existence is no longer a secret, no longer a figment of fantasy, the relations between people may become extremely distorted.

Poor people will try everything to flatter the rich, to gain their friendship.

The rich will try everything to isolate the poor and—those around them whose wealth may exceed their own but are physically inferior.

Whenever someone is friendly, one might wonder—do they want to build a relationship with me, collect my hair and bodily fluids, and rob me?

Once everything in the world can be traded, everything will become transactional.

Connections, lifespans, health, wealth... all will be commodified.

To acquire these commodities, all relationships between people will vanish into thin air.

Grandparents will covet the youth of their grandchildren. Housekeepers will covet the wealth of their employers. The neighbor, Old Wang, will covet his victim's wife...

It's hard to imagine specifically how humanity will deal with these rules.

Zhou Baiyu definitely did not want that day to come, and with his current line of thought, he realized the excessively exaggerated "potential" of Qian Ji.

Furthermore, since there were no tasks that could be triggered from Qian Ji's presence, this also meant that he apparently couldn't get more information through Qian Ji.

Of course, Zhou Baiyu didn't blindly trust the power bestowed by the "God of Games and Entertainment."