Chapter 682: Value

"So… how much am I worth, Lin?"

The chief's office was mostly made of wood; the walls, the ceiling, and even the floor. But now, it was also mostly made of the chief himself as different parts of his body scattered everywhere.

The floorboards were obviously untreated and unvarnished, as it already started to absorb the chief's blood.

"How… how are you even awake!?" Nutno tried his best to calm his breaths as he looked at Riley from head to toe, "You… you drank the entire bottle! We were told any Traveler would—"

"Wait."

Riley raised a finger at Nutno, interrupting him as he needed to adjust the translator chip sticking behind his ear. As soon as he was done, however, he promptly answered Nutno's question,

"My body has grown immune to any and all kind of poison, Nutno—even if it is alien or from a completely different universe altogether, it would seem all poison works the same."

"...What?"