[Human World, United Nations, Mars City]

This is the second largest city just after the Capital Earth City, mainly controlled by the Lighthouse Group of America, with the densest light coverage and the highest proportion of residents with physical augmentations.

The Pseudo-Person incidents occurring here are also the fewest outside the Capital.

Few does not mean none.

Beneath the dazzling lights of the entire city, there still exist some unseen places.

Bang!

A man dressed in a seemingly elegant manner came out of a rather hidden building, frantically tearing at his hair, clearly very regretful for having gone to this place.

This man is a pure gambler,

He originally came here as an elite immigrant, married, and had children, but due to his overly stable job and monotonous life, he became addicted to gambling and soon his family fell apart.

Today was his last attempt to turn things around with borrowed money, but he failed again.

However, this time he discovered a secret about the casino, realizing his losses were not due to bad luck but because of manipulation by the other party.

His gaze quickly locked onto a supermarket not far away,

went inside,

bought a kitchen knife,

The store owner apparently noticed something wrong with this man, initially intended to refuse the sale, but was shocked to find the man's eyes turned into dice patterns, and his fingernails had hardened and grown.

Having bought the knife,

the man walked toward the casino with a strange gait, whispers from the corner constantly ringing in his ears, his body twitching uncontrollably during this process.

After he left the store, the owner immediately called the Investigation Bureau,

The nearby streets' precision optical motion capture cameras also analyzed the man's anomalous behavior,

The investigator patrolling the closest area was heading over but needed a few minutes.

The man staggered across the road, almost reaching the casino, without looking at the road, he directly collided with a slightly burly middle-aged man.

The collision made him sit on the ground, yet the knife was firmly held in his hand.

He looked up at the middle-aged man who collided with him,

The other had slicked-back hair and a handlebar mustache, perhaps due to the backlighting from the sun, making it hard to see the man's eyes.

His target was the casino and he paid no attention to the man who knocked him down.

However...

"Trash."

An insult unexpectedly came from the man's mouth.

It's the last thing he wanted to hear, it's the insult his family used most often for him in the past.

A random stranger suddenly evaluated him in such a way.

Anger surged,

even his newly formed Pseudo-Person form advanced further, his dice-like pupils began to rotate, as though he had thrown the dice!

Dice stable, numbers displayed.

[6], the highest!

Instantly, his arm strength reached its peak, muscles almost bursting through the sleeves, he sprang up, swinging a knife at the middle-aged man.

...

Three minutes passed.

A young investigator wearing sunglasses arrived at the scene,

he neither found Pseudo-Person nor anyone injured.

The supposedly suspected Pseudo-Person presence had completely vanished, even the most advanced information collection device in his hand couldn't capture a trace.

The investigator hurriedly contacted to review the surveillance from a few minutes ago, only to find the cameras in the incident area had coincidentally malfunctioned.

Just as he keenly realized a potentially bigger problem and prepared to report,

a hand suddenly rested on the investigator's shoulder while another hand of the opposite party was using a toothpick to pick at meat stuck in his teeth.

"Corners don't need such trash, just happened to meet me, so I cleaned it up for you, don't chase me, I'll leave after staying for a while.

Rest assured, I won't kill anyone, nor cause trouble, just here to reminisce about past life.

But if someone intends to disrupt our family's vacation, things might get very bad, your life might end, your colleague's life could prematurely end because of you.

Could you kindly recommend a nearby restaurant suitable for family dinner?"

The investigator was already sweating profusely and trembling uncontrollably.

He had never felt such pressure, though it was merely a shoulder tap, he felt as though he was inside the man's mouth, about to be swallowed anytime.

"Turn right on the front street, there's a newly opened Chinese hot pot restaurant that's really good, I tried it with friends last week."

"Thank you."

The hand moved away,

the man with slicked-back hair walked in the direction he indicated, even lifted his hand over his head to wave farewell.

Indeed,

This man was the Avatar descended from the Carnivorous Family.

A family of four gathered around a square table, happily eating hotpot, the taste was indeed very good. It had been a long time since they consumed such proper dishes, surprisingly feeling no nausea eating this time.

Bear in mind they once only ate one kind of meat, often as raw as possible.

This "change" mainly stemmed from a close escape last time, Hunter's inner world drastically altered.

At this moment,

A special dish was delivered to the neighboring table, happened to be noticed by Hunter.

A serving of beef tongue,

an ordinary tongue but in Hunter's eyes, the tongue seemed to be subtly writhing, as if speaking to him.

Words identical to those in the corner labeled him a traitor.

Suddenly, his appetite vanished completely.

He grabbed a pack of cigarettes, walked alone to the smoking area, initially planned to stay a few days in the Human World, traveling to memory-remaining spots to feel human again.

"Head back early~ once mood is disturbed, the trip becomes meaningless, and answers are impossible to find."

Luncheon finished.

Suddenly, screams emerged in the hotpot restaurant,

The previously normal family of four vanished abruptly, only a severely tumor-riddled bloated corpse was found in the smoking area.

Buzz!

Hunter's consciousness returned to the body, it was the apartment property he bought at the corner.

After that incident, the Joker never contacted him again, as one of the [Eight Evil People], he had no real interaction with anyone, the whole apartment's occupants feared him.

The room reeked of rotten odor,

Hunter promptly looked at the leftover decaying meat in the kitchen, maggot-ridden and stinking, before carrying the garbage bag downstairs.

Yet, upon exiting the apartment building, he accidentally discovered an independent store across the street, looking very much like a comic shop.

Upon seeing the shop, he even forgot the task of throwing garbage, approaching it voluntarily with the bag.

He himself couldn't realize an invisible abyss was drawing him closer, his soul about to be swallowed within.

Just before stepping into the comic shop,

considering the interior environment, he instinctively threw the bag at the entrance.

However, this toss, due to the vertical drop impact, caused several pieces of stinking rotten meat to spill out, including some tongues.

Actually,

because the meat contained tongues, Hunter didn't consume them, ended up in the trash, leading him to suddenly lose appetite for fresh meat, and venture into the Human World to try long-forgotten foods.

Upon hearing the tongue hitting the ground,

his thoughts were interrupted, attention shifted from the comic shop to the tongues on the ground, brain echoed that phrase, echoing the hateful whispers of the tongue monster:

"You clearly have great potential, yet chose to consort with traitors… damn it!"

Hunter was truly an incorrigible villain,

but he fundamentally didn't reject the corner, on the contrary, he was grateful for its existence, allowing him to reunite with his family.

He merely desperately wanted eligibility, he desired a true resurrection of his family.

Snap!

He suddenly crouched down, shockingly picked up the maggot-ridden tongue and swallowed it.

Followed by intense discomfort from the body,

He began vomiting, a massive mess everywhere, some fluid even splashed onto the comic shop's glass.

Vomiting acted as a purging process, gradually clearing his mind, finding the answer within his heart.

Upon standing up again, the comic shop had vanished completely.

Instead, a little boy squatted by his side, gently patting his back, "Dad, are you okay?"

"I've decided, we're heading to a special place, the whole family needs to go."

"We're moving house! Yay! There should be lots of fun stuff there, right."

"Perhaps."

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