"Aunt Ye, please take care and rest."
Watching Ye Lan leave, the smile on Yan Huan's face faded slightly as he walked upstairs, calling out,
"Meow-chan."
"Meow?"
On his shoulder, Meow-chan appeared ghostly and looked at Yan Huan.
"You mentioned before that there's a price for the host using the modifier, what exactly does that mean?"
"Just what it says, meow..."
Meow-chan twitched its tail, speaking adorably,
"Modifiers have no emotions, no wisdom, only instinct. In their eyes, the host is merely a tool to achieve their goals.
"Such powerful superpowers often accompany unforeseen consequences, and these consequences cannot be borne by the modifiers."
Yan Huan thought about Spencer's case and speculated,
"Like Spencer, her modifier's price is being disliked..."
"It would be nice if the so-called price was always that small, meow."
Hearing this, Yan Huan frowned, turning to meet Meow-chan's emerald green eyes,
