Indigestion

Fang Ning watched, his face a mix of disbelief and jealousy. 'If I had an ability like this in school...

'I can't eat the official test paper, but I can eat the draft paper after I copied the questions. As for whether I would be accused of cheating, can't I destress by eating some draft paper? Plenty of people have their own quirks.'

Immediately, he laughed. 'I have no less than ten thousand powerhouse spirits in the Draconic Penitentiary...

'Do I even need to eat some rubbish questions?

'However, that raises another question...'

He gave it a thought as it reminded him of something.

Exiting the System Cyber Cafe, Fang Ning paced toward the Draconic Penitentiary.

The System said, puzzled, "Billionaire Host, why are you going there?"