Chapter 8-9: The Perilous Question

Chapter 8–9: Dangerous Questions

“Remember, this is all because of you!”

The bearded, burly man laughed fiercely as he approached the skeletal figure, loosening his belt with one hand while arrogantly sneering, “By the way, I haven’t told you my name yet, have I?”

“Remember it well. My name is Charles. Next time you come across this name, you’d better stay far away…”

Bang!

A gunshot cut him off.

Charles, who had just revealed his name, clutched his bleeding neck and collapsed. His bewildered eyes seemed to ask why things had turned out this way.

Witnessing this, Jiang Ren’s barely lifted right hand finally lost all strength and fell to the ground.

In his hand lay a small, exquisite pistol.

“What a damn life!”

Jiang Ren gazed blankly at the blue and white sky. Just before his consciousness faded, a thought surfaced in his mind:

“To cut the grass, you must remove the roots!”

[This life has ended. Beginning settlement!]

[.]

[Life span: 16 (In this era, your life expectancy is far below the average.)]

[Status: 7 (You appear ordinary but possess wealth and experiences many peers lack.)]

[Reputation: 13 (You have drawn attention from some, bringing both notice and danger.)]

[Evaluation: ★ (People tend to lose vigilance in comfort. For most, this is harmless, but for hunters, it is tantamount to provoking death.)]

[Reward: 20 (Fate points)]

“Comfortable, huh?”

Staring at the settlement panel, Jiang Ren murmured softly.

Upon reflection, in the last year of this simulated life, he had indeed grown complacent and lax.

Knowing full well that the dangerous poaching gang still had members uncaught, he had merely led his own life, lacking caution and drive.

Closing the system interface, Jiang Ren closed his eyes and drifted into sleep.

Life is a journey that cannot be relived, but simulated life is different—it allows mistakes. Since errors are found, they can be corrected next time; there is no need to waste time regretting.

The night passed without dreams.

The next day, accompanied by the sound of raindrops, Jiang Ren drew back the curtains to find the sky heavy with dark clouds and pouring rain.

“This won’t stop anytime soon.”

After washing up, Jiang Ren took an umbrella and prepared to leave but paused abruptly.

Then, as if remembering something, he turned, opened the wardrobe, and used a key to unlock a panel beneath it, retrieving a set of black raincoat wrapped in plastic.

Nearby lay several identical raincoats, and in the corner, a metal baton wrapped in transparent plastic bore faint dark red stains.

“With such heavy rain, it’s better to wear this.”

Jiang Ren smiled faintly, replaced the panel, stuffed the raincoat into a compartment of his laptop bag, and stepped out casually, greeting several neighbors he had met before along the way.

Work hours always feel both slow and fast.

Slow because they are dull and tedious; fast because they are meaningless.

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