Unable to repay my student loans, I had no choice but to work part-time as a demon hunter.

Chapter 94 Extraordinary Insight

The morning of November 6.

They woke up.

"So much water—it's all your fault."

Vera and Gordon have been through so many life-and-death situations together, and last night she almost got killed by Gordon, who had been through so many life-and-death situations with her.

"It's useful; I need to train my precision control."

"Did you control it?"

"If we're not in control, we should be practicing swimming indoors right now."

Vera was too tired to pay attention to him, so she put one hand behind her head and looked at Gordon.

It's amazing.

We usually discuss esoteric Buddhism, source material, and commissions; if we run out of topics, we discuss what to have for breakfast. It seems that as soon as the conversation stops, the relationship loses its support.

That's no longer necessary.

When a relationship truly transcends a certain stage, they no longer need to prove anything with words.

Just lying there, listening to each other's breathing, occasionally touching fingers, feeling the other person beside you —

You will feel very happy.

"According to the normal procedure, shouldn't we say something gentle now?" After a long silence, Gordon broke the silence.

"You go first."

"You must have had a hard night."

""

"That doesn't sound very good."

"Last night was amazing!"

"Nonsense." Vera snuggled into Gordon's arms, pressing her burning face against his shoulder.

Her height made the move quite aggressive; Gordon was like a large wild beast choosing him as a pillow, immediately losing his freedom of movement.

"Hold me," she said again.

"Hugs. It's time to rest today." Gordon patted her.

"I can move around."

"No, listen to me."

"I'm fine."

"Am I the doctor or are you the doctor?" Gordon struggled to squeeze out.

The first attempt failed, but on the second attempt, they secretly used water to reduce friction and finally succeeded in escaping, a feat that required a high level of skill.

"The bed I ordered should be delivered today," Gordon gestured.

Is it sturdy?

"If the shop owner hadn't cut corners, he could have witnessed the rise and fall of a family."

"He doesn't understand you." Vera put on Gordon's shirt.

The two quickly washed up and had breakfast.

Vera placed a whole smoked beef leg on a plate, served with hard bread and pickles, and devoured the 11-pound leg.

Gordon only drank a glass of milk to replenish his protein, and by the time he finished, only the clean, neat bones remained of the cow's leg.

"You can't eat before lunch."

I'm hungry.

"The Source is lying to you, you know that."

Why doesn't it lie to you?

"My essence is cultured; it would only encourage me to travel to train stations and beaches." Gordon put on his familiar old college jacket, kissed Vera on the forehead, and said, "Let's go."

There are new letters in the mailboxes along the street downstairs.

The first letter was cream-colored and stamped with the Monford family's sword and white lion emblem.

Upon opening the letter, the beautiful handwriting immediately reminded Gordon of the world's most adorable face.

Gordon:

The mouse bar has recently undergone some changes.

It started stealing cheese, forks, and various shoes from the house, insisting that rodents needed more furniture. I tried to reason with it, but it became very agitated.

This morning, when it stood up, it was already taller than the cabinet, and the servants refused to enter the feeding room.

Please come quickly and remove it, shrink it, or persuade it to stop establishing its independent kingdom.

-

Also, I really want to see you.

Charlotte Monford.

Gao Deng pondered.

The rats are growing too fast.

Once you get big, you tend to overthink things.

Especially Mouse Bar, who is currently collecting forks and shoes, may one day issue a declaration of freedom, calling on the rats of Lundnim to join him in causing trouble and establishing a free rat state.

We need to find a way to deal with it and let it know that society and humans are in charge.

not to mention----

After Bean left, all Gordon had ever seen since he was a child was Rat, and he needed to give Rat a Gordon-style education.

Before the second letter was even opened, the warm fragrance of jade began to waft out.

He took out the letter; the handwriting was exquisite, and the strokes were restrained.

To my dear Mr. Vic:

If the timetable is accurate, I will arrive at Lundnim Central Union Station at 11:40 a.m. on June 29.

I would be very happy if you would like to pick me up from the station.

Eve Grant.

She's here.

Gordon's heart skipped a beat.

He was going to the Central Station for his spiritual practice anyway, so he could take the opportunity to see what kind of shape Eve, his pen pal who had crossed the strait, actually was.

Whether her return to Lundnium was for the Fisher King, Gordon, or something else remains uncertain.

At least she can offer advice on dealing with rat bars.

Eve is well-versed in mysticism and should have seen more than one small animal with an excessive intake of spiritual energy.

Gordon arrived at Bachelor's Road, ready to draft a letter to repay his student loan.

This street has a cultural atmosphere, surrounded by bookstores and law firms, but since it's summer vacation, there aren't many students to be seen.

He bought stationery and envelopes at a stationery store, went into the "Copper Kettle" café, ordered a large pot of coffee, and then began to write: "Dear Elizabeth Charitable Foundation—" He began to compose the letter.

In his letter, he explained that he planned to pay off the remaining student loans in one lump sum, and asked the foundation to calculate the principal, interest and management fees as of June 29, 3E355, provide a receiving account and issue a debt release certificate.

If his prediction is correct, his student loan has now accumulated about three months' worth of fees, amounting to approximately 105 gold pounds, 1 silver pound, and 28 silver pounds.

Copper.

Debt is a very resilient thing, especially when compounded.

But after today, it will die.

He still had 197 gold pounds left, and even if he paid it all back, he would still have 92 gold pounds left.

Gordon dropped the letter into the gold-painted mailbox on the street corner, listened to it slide in, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He once borrowed 18 silver pounds from Charlotte, but now he can demand the repayment of a 105 gold pound student loan in one go.

He will feel much more at ease after paying it off. From now on, he won't have to worry about the debt snowballing and crushing him in every nightmare.

Gordon, enraged, rode to the train station to pick up Eve.

"Come on, I'll take you to see the transportation marvels of the Logris Empire."

"?"

"There are many steam engines and many vehicles there."

"There might be vendors too; I'll buy you some apples to eat."

He snorted angrily and strode forward.

Apples are its favorite food.

Gordon arrived at the wide Highborne Avenue, where the traffic became denser the closer he got to the train station.

Horse-drawn carriages lined up in long queues, and telegraph lines stretched from one building to another overhead, like the taut nerves of an empire.

Gordon soon spotted his destination.

The central railway station in Lundnim is topped by a glass dome that showcases the empire's industrial prowess, reflecting a gray-white light, and three enormous clocks all point to 11:27 a.m.

""

This is the city's largest transportation hub, connecting river wharves, public horse-drawn carriage stations, and railways that connect all directions.

If you want to understand "connection", this is undoubtedly one of the most suitable places.

Gordon dismounted, bought a few red apples, and placed them in the feeding trough in front of the wrathful creature, earning its approving gaze. He then entered the waiting room and began to contemplate.

The station was packed with people.

Here you'll find officers, merchants, women, clerks, and country folk coming and going from the city, speaking in hundreds of different accents.

Gordon stood in the center of the hall, listening with his eyes closed.

The next moment, a massive amount of information bombarded my mind!

The sounds of thousands of people talking, coughing, footsteps, and heartbeats overlapped—pocket watches ticked, leather shoes stomped, wheels creaked, and announcers shouted through brass tubes, trying to beat noise with noise.

Gordon felt the unbroken strings in his mind vibrate until they went numb.

He opened his eyes, shook his aching head, and walked towards the tea and snack pavilion by the platform.

"Black tea, less sugar." He placed 10 copper coins on the counter.

The waitress quickly brought the tea, which came with a small silver spoon.

Just then, a tremor came from deep underground.

The tea surface rippled slightly, and the spoon inside the cup trembled violently, striking the cup wall with a soft, clinking sound.

Gordon turned his head.

A huge train is coming from afar.

The massive locomotive puffed out steam, slowly pulling a dozen or so carriages closer. The wheels screeched against the rails, producing a piercing roar, and the crowd on the platform moved accordingly.

His gaze returned to the spoon.

This scene gave Gordon endless imagination.

The train was still far away, the clattering sound of the clattering hadn't yet reached them, but the train's vibrations had already been transmitted to the tracks, passing through the sleepers, foundation stones, platform, and tabletop, finally causing the small spoon to repeatedly collide with the teacup.

All objects are interconnected; one change drives the next change.

This isn't mysterious; the difficulty lies in seeing the big picture from the small details, inferring the distant train from a slight tremor in the cup.

Gordon closed his eyes.

He tried to listen again.

The noise surged in from all directions again, and he instinctively wanted to filter out the footsteps and conversations. The thought had just arisen when he suppressed it.

No----

To understand the relationships between all things, one cannot accept only what one considers important.

The results of the deduction may be different if any variable is missing.

Gordon listened to the strings again.

With stronger source material support, the "listening to strings" ability, which originally had a range of thirty meters, was expanded for the first time, crossing the boundary.

Forty meters, fifty meters, sixty meters —

The crowd, the ground, and the vehicles became one in his mind, and the entire station became transparent in his consciousness.

He saw countless destinies intertwined here.

Railways brought in coal, grain, and cheap laborers seeking work in cities. Factories melted them down into machines, guns, and industrial products, which were then transported to stations, ports, and destinations around the world for profit.

Back and forth.

This was Logris's golden age.

Everyone has their own destination.

Some people can choose which carriage to sit in, some can get off midway, and some can control the train to speed up or slow down, or even make the train stop temporarily.

But the train will always travel from the starting point to the destination, regardless of the passengers' wishes.

That is the general trend.

To change all this, we must first step out of the role of a passenger.

The Unbroken String and the Tide of Destiny, both source materials, became more active as he contemplated the train station.

He instantly felt the source energy within his body become even stronger, nourishing his limbs and bones, and his sense of power grew stronger and stronger.

then----

Gordon recalled the night lentils died.

At that time, the dark sea surged upwards, compressing the entire world into a two-dimensional picture.

The world's past, present, and future are all captured in that painting.

Thinking of this, golden threads suddenly appeared in his heart, invisibly connecting with everything around him.

He saw once again the magnificent loom of destiny!

It hangs high in the sky, with thousands of fine threads hanging down, weaving the mortal world into a picture that encompasses the cause and effect of all things.

Gordon couldn't see clearly before, but now, with his stronger source energy, he could vaguely see a little bit—

Its name is ————

[A thousand scenes. A panorama recording all things and phenomena; when will we be able to see them all? Current observation progress — less than 0.01%.]

[Deepening the integration of source and substance — deducing from cause to effect requires immense wisdom —]

Thousands of views!

For the first time in his life, Gordon barely managed to focus on mythological imagery, and instantly felt a wave of dizziness.

He gripped the table, blood gushing from his nose, and his brain throbbed with pain.

Yes----

Lines signify eternal cause and effect and connection, while tides represent grand trends and momentum.

But to truly control everything, Gordon lacks a crucial core.

Computing power!

He needs a source material that can serve as the core of his computation.

Only by pushing computing power to its limit can he truly observe the "thousand scenes" and calculate the past and future from nearly infinite variables.

An unbroken string, the tide of fate, plus a source material with powerful computing capabilities —

Only when all three operate together can Gordon establish his own system and be qualified to move into his own domain.

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