Brian Carter certainly had no intention of meddling in other people’s business. He knew that this young girl was probably what this world called an escort. Just now in the car, he had personally heard her flirting with a government official who lived in the next block, even quoting a price of five hundred gold shields for a night.

The girl’s revealing outfit was clearly due to her profession, and it was none of his concern.

But Brian Carter couldn’t help but care, simply because at this moment, a wicked fire was burning within his heart. It forced his gaze to lock firmly onto the young girl, a faint crimson glint even appearing in his eyes.

This situation felt unbelievable to Brian Carter, and he could only muster all his strength to suppress the urge to pounce.

Could this be another heart demon?

But Brian Carter asked himself—he was by no means a lecher, nor would he ever stoop so low as to develop feelings for an escort. How would that be any different from a beast?

Heart demons arise from one’s own longing and desire. The current situation was truly abnormal.

“Hey! You, the guy who was frozen stiff on stage, have no right to criticize me!”

William York hadn’t noticed his friend’s odd behavior at all. He walked ahead, grumbling in dissatisfaction, “It was that guy who was despicable—way too shameless!”

“Well, if you consider reasonable tactics to be despicable.”

As the young girl gradually walked away, Brian Carter finally managed to calm his agitated blood. But at this moment, his mind was still filled with distracting thoughts, and he really didn’t have the energy to argue with this fool beside him.

“As far as I remember, doesn’t this fighting tournament have a loser’s bracket? You can still fight your way out from there.”

“The loser’s bracket? Ha!”

William’s lips twisted, “That’s easy for you to say. There are even more hidden masters in there! Over 2,000 students from more than 100 schools in Atlanta are competing for just four spots in the top sixty-four from the loser’s bracket. Don’t you think that’s too brutal, Ethan?”

“I can make time to coach you—”

Brian Carter hesitated for a moment. “After dinner every day, I can teach you for half an hour.”

This was only because William York was the original host’s best friend so far, and had helped him break free from the entanglement of the heart demon.

Brian Carter expected to be very busy in the coming days, needing to spend time and energy to understand this world and establish himself here. And that little problem from earlier also needed to be resolved as soon as possible.

Setting aside half an hour each day for William was already a great show of sincerity.

“You’ll teach me? Oh, please! I think you’d better solve your own problems first. Next time, you might not be so lucky.”

William waved his hand weakly. “I think I need to go home and cool off first. See you tomorrow! Lucky Ethan.”

Brian Carter kept watching William’s back until he disappeared around the corner ahead, then shook his head and walked off in another direction.

The original owner of this body and William lived in the same neighborhood, but their homes were more than three hundred meters apart, on opposite sides of the school bus stop.

By the time Brian Carter followed the original owner’s memories and found his place, ten minutes had already passed.

It was a very old apartment building, and Brian Carter’s place was a semi-basement room of just over thirty square meters.

Brian Carter had originally planned to continue sorting through Ethan Thompson’s memories when he was alone. But after returning to this basement, he gave up on that plan, threw himself onto the bed, and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter Four: Melodrama

In the boundless void, within the endless expanse of black emptiness, Brian Carter rode his sword, giving chase with all his might after a figure darting ahead at lightning speed.

At this moment, the ‘starlight’ rays shining from all around were constantly scorching his soul, while the raging primordial spirit storm nearby was causing the true essence within his body to collapse and go haywire bit by bit.

Brian Carter, however, was unfazed. His will was as hard as an eternal iceberg, unshakable and immovable.

No one knew how much time had passed before the fleeing Nine Heavens Desire Demon, Logan Bennett, finally slowed down. Clearly at the end of his rope, his body and limbs were crumbling inch by inch. He simply turned his head, looking back at Brian Carter with eyes full of venomous hatred.

“Wen Jian Brian Carter!”

Logan Bennett’s face, which should have been as handsome as jade, fresh and elegant, and incomparably attractive, was now twisted and hideous beyond recognition.

“So you really intend to wipe me out today, leaving no room for mercy?”

“Isn’t that only natural?”

Brian Carter smiled. “I, Tao, never do something as foolish as letting a tiger return to the mountain! Demon Lord, you brought disaster to the original Qiong Realm, causing billions to perish. Now it’s time to give them an answer.”

As the distance between them grew ever shorter, the sword force Brian Carter had been storing up surged forth, ready to explode.

A deep despair appeared in Logan Bennett’s eyes, but instead of anger, he laughed, his gaze full of mockery. “Don’t act so righteous. You, Wen Jian Brian Carter, are no saint either. In these twenty years, how many have you killed using me as your blade? Hanxuan Sect, Huaming Sword Sect, and those three thousand ritual mages of the Langya Empire—we both know the truth.”