He had a certain fondness for such a parasite.
It was simple, He was a cluster of Contaminant Dots, and the financier could make these Contaminant Dots thrive, bolstering His power in a way no other human could.
At least for now, He didn't want to see such an excellent parasite destroyed.
Several numbers swiftly flickered through the financier's mind. There were a total of twenty papermen present, each requiring 30 Contaminant Dots to seal their movements. The Writer had 100 Contaminant Dots on him, and sealing the heavy punches had consumed 100 points, leaving another 50 Contaminant Dots scattered in the air at his command.
That made 850 Contaminant Dots in total, with only the last 50 Contaminant Dots available for investment.
The budget was tight the final 50 Contaminant Dots had to help him withstand the last few minutes. The Writer's Contaminant Dots were quickly depleting his physical strength; he was just a hair's breadth away from final victory!
