Fired for Having Terminal Cancer? I’ll Give My Tumor to the Boss

The day I received my terminal cancer diagnosis, my fiancée of three years climbed into the passenger seat of the company director’s car. The director not only stole the multimillion-dollar project I had poured my heart and soul into, but fired me without compensation for the humiliating reason that I had “entered the office left foot first.” Everyone was waiting to watch me, a penniless man, die in despair and agony. Then I awakened the [Life Balance]. As long as someone bears me personal malice, I can forcibly exchange anything with them! You laugh that I won’t live another thirty days? Smiling, I activated the Balance and transferred 90% of the cancer cells in my body straight into the director’s brain. I also drained the eight million in savings under his name. Your ex-girlfriend spreads rumors that I’m mentally ill? I gave her severe depression and insomnia, and took away the top-tier talent she was so proud of. Later, the great tycoons and century-old clans came crawling to me, offering up fortunes worth hundreds of billions to beg me to save their lives. I looked at the malice values above their heads and smiled faintly. “Want to live? Then trade me the lifespans of your entire clan.”