Three in the morning came with a knife cold wind The broken shed door groaned as it swung on rotten hinges Leo snapped his eyes open

  The deep blue of his pupils washed over with pale blue electronic light His vision was no longer the same The ancient temple walls were still there

  But a new layer floated over everything like a second world It was a three dimensional map built with ruthless precision Every roof tile and every brick sat in the air as clean geometry

  Cold pixel text pulsed at the top of his sight Extreme Express Brain has started Destination pharmacy

  Current route green and clear The shock of it almost made him forget the pain in his left leg He moved anyway

  He moved like a night hunter trained for one thing only He kept to the darkest edges of the courtyards Red warning circles marked monk patrol routes across his map

  He stayed outside those circles and slid between them His breathing and his footfalls were counted by the system Numbers turned them into predictable waves

  Whenever a red flash warned of a crossing patrol He timed it like a veteran rider timing a traffic light He slipped through the gap at the exact moment the patrols traded positions

  He dragged his wounded leg into the pharmacy without a sound Bitter herbs filled his nose Drawers of dried roots and powders lined the walls

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  He did not touch the costly lingzhi or ginseng He knew the deadliest weapon in any world was rarely a blade Sometimes it was knowledge

  Sometimes it was a chemical with no mercy His fingers found a small bottle of clear industrial liquid The label carried words that would chill any modern mind

  Industrial grade concentrated laxative Colorless and tasteless Rapid onset

  This was the negative review gift for Manager Zhu Leo left the pharmacy as silently as he entered He ghosted into the kitchen side room

  The purple clay teapot used only for Zhu sat waiting Leo tipped the bottle and fed it all into the tea The liquid vanished the instant it touched the surface

  Nothing rippled Nothing betrayed him Morning arrived with the bell of the Grand Hall

  Hundreds of monks sat cross legged in rows Chanting rolled like a tide beneath the high beams Discipline Hall Seat Master Xuanji inspected the early lesson in person

  The air felt so solemn it could crush breath At the front of the formation Manager Zhu stood with his belly out He wore pride like armor

  The strong tea from last night still made his mind feel sharp Then the teaching reached its highest point And a dull thunder cracked from deep inside Zhus abdomen

  Pain followed it like a wave turning into a storm Zhus face drained from rosy to white Then from white to a sick green

  He tried to lock his legs together He tried to force his body into obedience But against industrial fury human will meant nothing

  A violent eruption tore through the holy chanting The sound ripped the hall open A stench slammed into the air and rolled through every row

  Zhu jerked like a rocket lit from within His body shook as control left him in a brutal spray He wobbled at the edge of collapse

  He was too close to the front The hem of Xuanji white ceremonial robe caught several glaring filthy splatters The entire hall went dead silent

  Only Zhu kept convulsing and spewing In the shadow behind a pillar Leo watched without blinking There was no pity in his eyes

  Only the cold calm of an order delivered Inside his head the navigation voice returned Stage one negative review handling complete

  Interference roadblock has been downgraded Maintain delivery rhythm

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