Chapter 118: So It Turns Out I'm the Fool After All

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Ye Chen rushed toward the inner city in a hurry, running all the while recalling the three people the tea stall owner had just mentioned. Judging by a child’s attention span, if the candies had been obtained yesterday, they would have likely been consumed by last night. Therefore, these candies were most probably acquired that very morning, and the person distributing them must be among those three. Who could it be? All three seemed equally likely. Since these were awakened artifacts, any one of them could have awakened. Another dilemma of choosing one out of three.

Today, the two guards stationed at the inner city gate were the same as last time. When one of them noticed a figure at the end of the street rushing toward the gate at a speed rivaling that of a vehicle, he couldn’t help but mutter a curse, quickly shaking awake his dozing partner. “Something’s up...”
“Click,” the sound of a gun bolt being pulled.

Before the two could recover from their surprise, Ye Chen had already sprinted up to them at full speed. With a sharp skid, the soles of his rubber shoes scraped the ground, leaving two black streaks behind. Under the horrified gazes of the guards, he lifted his foot to examine the sole, muttering, “Next time, slow down a bit, useless shoes!”

Ye Chen skillfully pulled out an ID card and handed it over. One of the guards glanced at it briefly. Suddenly sensing something off, he looked again and exclaimed, “What the—?!”
The older guard scolded him, “Don’t make such a fuss. What are you freaking out about?” and snatched the card away.

“Good grief!” the other guard’s voice was even louder.

Staring after Ye Chen’s figure as he passed through the gate, the two guards stood dumbfounded. If memory served, not long ago this guy was just a trainee patrol officer who needed Qiao Mucao to guide him into the inner city. The next time they saw him, he could already produce an intern researcher ID. And now, he appeared with a formal researcher ID issued by the Steel City Supernatural Institute.

Could it be that the threshold for entry into the Supernatural Institute had been lowered?

If Ye Chen were asked, he would shamelessly reply, “Well, I had a good teacher!”

Of course, the price might be that one day his own teacher would mess him up!

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“I’m here. Where are you?” Standing in the hall of the Supernatural Institute, Ye Chen called out to You Ya through her communicator.

“So soon? Come straight to my lab.”

Practice makes perfect, and the third time just feels right.

Passing by the round bar counter, Ye Chen paused to admire it for a good thirty seconds—blue with white accents. Miss Yuanzi caught his gaze, proudly spun around on the spot, and flashed a “yeah” gesture just for him. Ye Chen silently gave a thumbs-up... love this Supernatural Institute!

Standing before You Ya’s exclusive laboratory door, Ye Chen didn’t rush in but instead stared at a note posted on the wall beside the door, chuckling softly.

The note first read “No Smoking,” but it was roughly crossed out and replaced with “You Zhi Forbidden to Enter.”

Someone was clearly enjoying the downfall of You Zhi’s status in front of his sister, even after just a few days.

Brother You Zhi, have you considered getting a different sister?

“Creak,” the metal door of the lab opened. You Ya stood there with hands on hips, coldly glaring at him, clearly annoyed.

An older sister’s anger is far more intimidating than a little girl’s!

Peeking over her shoulder, he saw You Zhi waving enthusiastically at him.

Now the note on the wall made sense... ha!

I guess You Zhi squeezed into You Ya’s room for some interesting experiments and got slapped in the face by this cool beauty.

You Ya spread her delicate palm arrogantly to the side, signaling “Give it here,” but remained silent.

Watching this sibling rivalry was quite entertaining. Today, I’d just be an obedient bystander.

Ye Chen took the yellow candy from his storage space and, with his thumb and forefinger, carefully dropped it into the transparent tray You Ya held out.

You Ya gave him a suspicious look, clearly disapproving.

“What’s the matter? Don’t tell me you fished that out of a cesspit? Also, the color looks a bit off!”

You Zhi quickly stepped forward to take the tray from his sister, but You Ya gripped it tightly.

“You Ya, you untrustworthy brat, if you keep this up, I’ll have to go raid your Supernatural Institute in Steel City...” The brother and sister exchanged glances that sparked invisible tension.

The icy goddess gradually loosened her grip and said coldly, “Finish the test and then leave. This time, his experiment time is none of your business.”

What experiment time? Hey... wait, explain that a little better, will you?

Did I ever say I came here to join your experiment?!

After all that, I don’t even realize I’m the one eating the melon!

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Ye Chen and You Ya sat silently face to face. The lab was filled with the sounds of You Zhi tinkering with various instruments and humming to himself, making his sister’s temple veins throb with irritation.

Ye Chen shifted his gaze quietly, not wanting to add fuel to the fire.

He noticed several notebooks on You Ya’s desk, all related to food-based awakened artifacts.

Hmm... her handwriting was quite neat and elegant.

Probably influenced by Gong Xiao’s terrible penmanship, Ye Chen now found himself commenting on others’ handwriting at every opportunity.

He casually picked up one notebook and flipped through it, while You Ya paid no attention, focusing entirely on her brother.

Since Ye Chen was her student and genuinely there to learn, You Ya was generous with her instruction.

He found the notebook’s contents amusing and tried to suppress his laughter as he read.

One awakened artifact was a noodle pot: just put a noodle cake inside, no water needed, cover it, and in three minutes you have soup noodles.

But if you don’t finish the soup, you can’t pick up the noodles.

Ha! Is that a punishment for people who eat noodles but leave the soup?

Later, the awakened user put rice in, turning it into soup-soaked rice.

Again, if you don’t drink the soup, you can’t scoop a single grain out.

The next page featured a more impressive artifact.

She could conjure delicious cookies out of thin air—crispy, fragrant, sweet, and melting in your mouth.

But the side effect was that anyone who ate them couldn’t hold it for more than three minutes and had to rush to the bathroom, spending ten minutes there.

Wow, that’s a high-grade laxative!

In the end, this awakened user was recruited by the Supernatural Institute and now worked in the inner city clinic’s proctology department, specializing in treating constipation.

Just as Ye Chen was thoroughly enjoying flipping through the pages,

“The results are in! It’s definitely food made by an awakened user, with unusual effects!”

From a corner of the lab came You Zhi’s excited shout.

Although he hadn’t tinkered with awakened artifacts for a while, it didn’t mean his skills had declined.

After all, to become the chief commander of a Supernatural Institute, one must be well-versed in various fields.