The ability to eliminate mutations is fake.
What Victor can do is not "eliminate" but "deprive."
Through a permission granted by the platform, he can directly strip and extract the mutant ability from the transaction target's body as a [Bloodline].
It can be seen as "appendix removal."
Removing and taking out the "appendix" that the patient doesn't need but causes them immense suffering.
And this permission also comes from the Apprentice Merchant.
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"Dimensional Transaction" – Through the confirmation of both parties' wishes, an arbitrary dimensional commodity transaction can be achieved.
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"Dimensional Radar" to find commodities.
"Dimensional Transaction" to trade commodities.
These are the two basic permissions granted by the Apprentice Merchant, and also the two core permissions of the Plane Trading Platform.
Regarding the specific capabilities of "Dimensional Transaction," Alice's data storage has an explanation, which states:
As long as the owner of the commodity confirms the transaction, regardless of whether Victor pays money, makes a verbal promise, or uses a con, he can put the commodity into [Inventory] without any adverse consequences.
To use the "appendix removal" analogy again, the transaction target won't even have a surgical incision.
Here, "commodity" refers to items rated [F-] or above.
It can be the [Bloodline] of a mutant ability,
It can be [Skills] painstakingly trained by others,
It can be [Technology] like a planet-sized spaceship,
It can be cool [Magic] that doesn't obey natural laws,
Or it can be various high-level [Knowledge] that he doesn't understand at all.
As for other ordinary items, even red diamonds are not qualified; they are all classified as trash on this platform.
This is Victor's confidence.
Therefore,
Facing Old Ford's doubts, Victor readily gave his assurance.
"The only side effect, you could say, is needing to readjust to being a normal person after losing your mutant ability. Also, if you regret it afterward, the mutant ability cannot be returned."
Old Ford remained unconvinced and was about to ask something else.
Victor quickly interjected: "If you still don't believe me, you can find someone who doesn't want their mutant ability, tell them the pros and cons, and let them decide for themselves.
You're probably worried I have ulterior motives, but you don't need to worry about that; I do have a purpose.
As you've seen, my ability is less about eliminating and more about absorbing, but the prerequisite for my absorption is the other party's consent.
This is like a transaction.
Some people don't want mutant abilities because it makes them outcasts. I help them eliminate their mutant abilities and return to a normal life, and then I gain their mutant abilities.
Everyone's happy, isn't that right?"
Old Ford remained unmoved, his expression as calm as water, revealing no joy or anger.
It was Avril who poked her head out and timidly asked: "Really? Can someone like me, with shape-shifting abilities, also have them eliminated? Can I return to normal after it's gone?"
Her words carried an undisguised longing.
Victor smiled slightly, his tone softening considerably: "Of course, big brother wouldn't lie to you."
It was indeed feasible.
In the "Resident Evil" plane, there were also those who injected with "T-virus" and "G-virus" to awaken superpowers and change their forms. After trading through Royce, they would return to normal while losing their abilities.
This common knowledge was stored in Alice's database, and Royce hadn't deleted any of it—this favor was indeed quite significant.
That's why they say people from the Northeast are so straightforward.
As for the possibility of fake data... Northeast guys don't play those kind of games.
Moreover,
Judging by the comfort of using Alice until now, it was basically impossible.
Despite Victor's affirmation, Avril, though longing, unusually covered her mouth tightly and lowered her head, trying clumsily to hide her inner desire.
This was a sensible child.
She didn't want to influence Old Ford's decision and trusted his judgment.
Old Ford saw Avril's behavior and his expression finally softened.
He glared fiercely at Victor, saying with a menacing tone: "If you dare to lie to me, I'll twist your head off and shove it up your ass!"
Hmm... threats in English are really limited. Unlike Chinese, where you can talk for a day without repeating yourself.
Before Victor could respond, Old Ford turned and crashed into the wall, his figure disappearing.
Avril, lagging behind, waved at Victor, signaling him to follow. Seeing Victor not move, she lifted her foot to walk over.
Old Ford's warning came from behind: "Little Avril, who told you to interact with strangers? Get in here!"
Avril shrunk her neck, instinctively clamped her long tail, smiled shyly at Victor, and then also scurried into the wall.
Victor behind them couldn't help but laugh.
This was "truly running away with one's tail between their legs."
This Avril was truly adorable. Even though she lived in such an environment all day, she was still like a little angel, pure and happy.
It was hard to imagine why she would appear here.
Suppressing a strange surge of anger in his heart, Victor walked to the wall, looking closely at the dark wall surface that was no different from the surroundings, yet he didn't dare to crash into it.
He cautiously extended his index finger and lightly touched it; the tip of his index finger disappeared, and he felt no obstruction.
Gritting his teeth.
He closed his eyes and stepped in, crashing into it. When he opened his eyes again, he was already inside a secondary pipe, with Avril's curious big eyes staring at him.
Looking closely, the little one still had golden vertical pupils.
He looked back.
There was no obstruction, and the flashlight beam could easily shine outside.
It was also one-way transparent.
Impressive, mutants.
"Is that all the guts you have? If not, go back to your mommy!" Old Ford's impatient greeting echoed in the pipe.
Victor shrugged, not annoyed, and exchanged a friendly smile with Avril, then followed her into the pipe.
Avril didn't follow; she still had to stay there on guard duty.
This secondary pipe was very clean, with no traces of sewage flowing at the bottom, so it must have been abandoned for a long time.
Walking about a hundred meters inside, a few plants occasionally appeared.
Going deeper, some 1.5-meter diameter pipe branches gradually appeared, and each one housed some "people."
Most of them were in rags, revealing various exposed mutated parts. In severe cases, their entire bodies were mutated, and besides a human-like outline, no human features could be recognized at all.
These people were more or less ashen-faced. Living underground for a long time, they also feared light, not much different from the refugees outside. Their gazes were as dull as puppets.
Is this... truly living?
Along the way, the "Dimensional Radar" frequently triggered, mostly at F-class, with a very few E-class, and no higher D-class ever appeared.
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Following Old Ford into the branch pipe at the end of the main pipe, which was a full 2 meters in diameter, it was the largest one along the way, at least allowing one to stand upright.
A worn-out mattress was placed at the entrance of the pipe, and inside was a corner, hiding the rest from view.
Old Ford told Victor to stay there and walked into the corner himself.
Victor thought for a moment and didn't release his telekinesis to follow—his telekinesis could bend, as long as it was within a 10-meter radius of a straight line.
About a minute later.
Old Ford came out, holding a lit candle. Victor then turned off his flashlight; this thing wasn't solar-powered, so he couldn't charge it.
However, he could directly charge the nano-earpiece in his ear.
Old Ford walked to the pipe entrance and sat down on the ground, fixing the candle to the bottom of the pipe. He looked up and glanced at Victor, who was still standing, and sneered: "Don't be polite, sit down anywhere."
Victor was a man of the world; would he argue with a sewer refugee leader?
He actually... sat down with a thud.
Having spent half a day in the underground sewer, his body smelled about the same as the pipe floor; neither could complain about the other—though his brain thought so, his body felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles.
Looking at Victor, who was trying hard to appear nonchalant, Old Ford laughed unceremoniously.
"Kid, you only have the right attitude for talking when you're like this. Tell me specifically about your ability."
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