The Fourth Perspective

Yesterday, I just paid for my little brother's swimming lessons. This month, we only have 500 yuan left. With half a month to go, what should we do?"

\"Why won't this girl say anything? No matter what I ask, she just stays silent. Can't I even teach my own brother? She doesn't even greet people when I ask her to.\"

\"Alright, forget it. This week, you shouldn't go to that movie event at school. What's the point of watching movies? Isn't it better to watch TV at home? And you'll waste 50 yuan on tickets. Shouldn't schools provide free screenings? Tomorrow, I'll call the Education Bureau to complain.\"

\"What are you doing? Look up! You're a girl. Walking around with your head down all day like that—what kind of image are you giving?\"

\"I really don't understand. Why did you give birth to a daughter like me? What do I have in common with you? Tell me, what do I have in common with you...\"

\"Hey, mister, one grilled sausage, please.\"

\"Mom's picking up your brother from his swimming lesson. You should have a grilled sausage before dinner.\"

\"Sir, I didn't order a meat sausage. I asked for a corn sausage!\"

\"Oh, I'm sorry. I misheard. Here, this meat sausage is a gift for your friends. Hehe, I think your daughter will love this one.\"

\"Hmph. It's free, right? Fine, take it. Eat your dinner first.\"

\"Tingting, what color is this nail polish? It looks so pretty.\"

\"You're asking about this? Hehe, it's a gift from Gao Jie. I don't know the name, but if you want, I can ask him after school.\"

\"Another dog food joke... Hey, uncle, can I have a meat sausage?\"

\"Then I'll take a corn sausage.\"

...

\"Little girl, I accidentally grilled your corn sausage with real meat. Here, take this one. It's free, okay?\"

\"You grilled it wrong? Well... fine.\"

\"I think that uncle just wanted to give our school beauty, Yuxi, a free sausage.\"

\"That's right, that's right.\"

\"Hey, stop talking nonsense!\"

\"Who said anything? Who'd call you a joke of the Four Zhong brothers? Haha...\"

...

\"Why do you suddenly want grilled sausages, Yan-Yan? Alright, what flavor do you want? Let me see... Sir, what kinds of grilled sausages do you have here?\"

\"Hehe, we have three types: real meat, corn, and flour.\"

\"I want the real meat one.\"

\"Liu Fang, what are you two buying? Grilled sausages?\"

\"Gao Qiang, I want one too. I want grilled sausages.\"

\"Haha, stop it. Jiao Jing, today's on me. You and Gao Qiang eat whatever you want. What flavors do you two want?\"

\"You're really nice, huh? I won't be polite. I want the flour one. Jingjing, what about you?\"

...

\"Hey, guys, here are your grilled sausages. This one’s corn—you called it yourself, and our corn sausages are delicious. You’ll love it.\"

The night was pitch black.

Towering, pitch-black mountains stretched endlessly. A cold wind swept through the valley, sending withered yellow leaves cascading down like a sudden rainstorm.

\"Whoosh—\"

A dark figure dashed through the fallen leaves, sprinting deeper into the canyon. It was as if a monstrous flood were chasing him from behind. Over his shoulder, he carried a small girl, and in his arms, he hugged a little boy. The boy’s face was pale, his lips nearly white, and he looked ready to vomit at any moment. The girl wailed nonstop.

The night was silent, but the girl’s sobs echoed eerily through the mysterious mountain.

This was the greatest danger B332—Painter Illustrator—had ever faced in his life.

Ever since Jiang Wey woke from his logical chain, he had never engaged in any dangerous activities. He always worked closely with the authorities, but his logical chain was useless—completely lacking any offensive capability. That was why he had never taken part in any event requiring action.

Sweat streamed down Jiang Wey’s forehead, his eyes bloodshot from exhaustion. He ran while glancing back occasionally, but in the pitch-black mountains, he could only barely make out the faint moonlight.

Every now and then, a dark shadow would flash past in the moonlight—

That fat man is still chasing me!

\"Boom!\"

Jiang Wey suddenly stopped. By inertia, his body lurched forward, but since his arms were occupied holding the two children, he used them to brace himself, using his body to cushion the impact. Still, the force was too strong. The sensible little boy had tears in his eyes, and the girl’s mouth was smeared with blood from the collision.

\"Dad... dad... sob...\"

\"Dad...\"

Jiang Wey didn’t comfort them. He panted, set the children down, and pulled them behind him. Then he looked up to see the fat, red-faced man blocking his path.

Under the bright moonlight, Jiang Wey finally noticed the man’s skin was a strange shade of red, like a freshly pulled-up carrot. Combined with the man’s kindly, smiling face, it was an oddly harmonious sight.

But that wasn’t the most terrifying part.

Jiang Wey’s expression darkened as he glanced behind the fat man—the iron food cart was still swaying.

‘This fat man has been pulling that cart the whole way, chasing me.’

Clearly knowing who this man was, Jiang Wey still didn’t back down. He fiercely shielded the two children behind him, not revealing even a strand of hair. Alone, he faced the fat man, asking word by word: \"Sir, do we have any grudges between us?\"

The fat man laughed heartily: \"No, I don’t even know your name yet.\"

\"I’ve never wronged you.\"

\"Truly, nothing at all.\"

\"Then why do you want me dead?\"

The fat man blinked, his round face curving into a strange smile. He tilted his head, his chubby body swaying like a balloon, finally revealing the two children hidden behind Jiang Wey.

Jiang Wey quickly shielded them with his hands.

\"You really love your children, huh?\"

Jiang Wey’s expression darkened: \"They’re my flesh and blood, the most important people in my life. Of course I love them.\"

\"Then why... hehe... hehe...\"

Jiang Wey forced his trembling voice to steady: \"I’m just a normal Level 3 user, and this is Zhongdu. Zhongdu is one of the top five cities in China. Director Wang Tao must be familiar with it. Killing a user within the city is a serious crime, punishable by the courts...\"

The fat man kindly reminded: \"A28—Sakura’s Wolf Technique isn’t in Zhongdu anymore.\"

This man knew the whereabouts of a high-level user in Zhongdu. He must be a high-level user himself—could his rank be higher than Director Wang’s?!

Countless thoughts flashed through Jiang Wey’s mind in an instant.

\"Painter Illustrator hasn’t killed any users.\"

Jiang Wey’s whole body trembled, and he looked up at the man in horror.

The fat man laughed: \"Did I say I didn’t know your ID?\"

Right, he had said he didn’t know his name.

Jiang Wey was silent for a long time, his calm gaze fixed on the fat man standing not far away. He asked, \"Sir, if you’ve been chasing me this whole time, what do you want?\"

\"I just wanted to invite you to eat a grilled sausage.\"

\"What?\" Jiang Wey was stunned.

The fat man repeated, dead serious: \"The last time we met at the mall, I didn’t introduce myself. Hehe, Painter Illustrator, you’ll definitely like my flour sausages. You’ll love them.\"

...

**Boom!**

A human body slammed into a large rock, its surface weathered by thousands of years now cracked like a spiderweb. The man crashed into it, coughing up blood, his body shuddering violently.

But he had no time to recover.

A thick, fatty fist shot past Jiang Wey’s face. The speed was too fast—the wind whipped up by the punch turned into a sharp blade, slicing through his eyelids. Instantly, blood gushed from Jiang Wey’s eyes like two rivers.

But he had to fight.

A Level 3 user, who should have been strong, was like a paper doll in front of the fat man. One hand holding a flour sausage, the other striking—within minutes, Jiang Wey was beaten beyond recognition. Finally, the fat man pinned him to the ground.

His limbs twisted unnaturally, blood spraying from his mouth.

At this point, Jiang Wey was completely helpless. This mysterious, powerful high-level user hadn’t used any logical chains—he had simply overpowered him with raw physical strength.

Jiang Wey forced a bitter laugh, blood dripping from his shattered teeth. His neck was crushed in the fat man’s grip, unable to move, only struggling as he looked at the two children crying in fear not far away.

Yiyi, five years old, kept shouting, \"Don’t hit Daddy! Bad guy, don’t hit Daddy!\" She didn’t understand—she just wanted to charge forward and fight the villain.

But Qiyi, eight years old, understood more. He tightly pulled his little sister back, tears streaming down his face, but he knew he couldn’t let go—he was afraid this grilled sausage vendor would lay a hand on his sister.

—At least he hasn’t touched the kids yet.

Jiang Wey thought suddenly.

But then, Zhao Han’s words flashed through his mind.

This was a cannibalistic logical chain.

Kill the mother, kill the younger brother, and cook them.

Kill the boyfriend, kill the best friend, kill the son...

Jiang Wey realized something, his eyes widening in horror as he looked at the fat man pressing down on him.

The fat man held a flour sausage, slowly bending down. He sighed regretfully: \"Sigh... Why make such a fuss, Painter Illustrator? I just wanted to invite you to eat a grilled sausage.\"

\"No, no... please, please...\"

\"You’ll like it. I know what you need—it’s not my flour sausage, right? Hehe.\"

\"No... NO! AAaaaa!!!\"

Thick, dark clouds obscured the moonlight, plunging the mountains into sudden darkness.

The fat man, holding the flour sausage, hesitated. His kind smile froze as he turned his head, dodging the black energy blade shooting toward him.

Then, a wave of cold, majestic qi surged forward.

The dark blade sliced through the space between the fat man and Painter Illustrator, letting out a crisp, snapping sound.

The flour sausage in the fat man’s hand turned to dust, vanishing in the cold air.

From the shadows, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground echoed—strong and steady. Jiang Wey, his face covered in blood, suddenly brightened, his eyes glowing.

Tu Jiuzhou stepped out of the darkness, fists clenched tight. The dark blade in the air dissolved into countless colorful logical elements. He stared at the fat man crouching on the ground—his face like Buddha, but his expression heavy, as if he could cry at any moment. The two men locked eyes, silent for several seconds.

Tu Jiuzhou smirked: \"Strong. Top A10?\"

The fat man chuckled: \"A08.\"

\"A user awakened before 2035.\" Tu Jiuzhou nodded meaningfully. \"Honored to know your ID. 004 has no specific information—it can’t be displayed on the rankings, but your ID from 2035 should have been automatically generated.\"

\"Hehe, what’s the point of knowing? Judge of Commerce?\"

\"No use. I’m just curious. Can I ask?\"

The fat man scratched his head, laughing awkwardly: \"Alright, since you asked so sincerely...

First time meeting, I’m A08—Garden of Eden.\"