130: Chapter 130 Tonight, I am the Judge

The world went quiet.

When Chen Xi cut off the encrypted communication with the "Great Wall" Command Center in his consciousness, all the noisy sounds vanished.

Old Long's roar, Old Qian's dissuasion, and the suggestions in the Command Center that represented reason and the optimal solution all dissolved into nothingness.

He sat alone in the corner of an abandoned church in Nanjing.

Before him were those two diaries soaked in blood and tears.

In his system space were the rolls of film and documents that bore the weight of monstrous crimes.

He had completed the mission.

He should have evacuated.

This was the optimal solution.

But Chen Xi's gaze passed through the broken windows of the church, looking out at the city outside, shrouded in firelight and darkness.

He could almost hear the 300,000 unwilling souls letting out silent wails above the city.

He could not forget those photos.

He could not forget the words in those diaries.

And even more, he could not forget the murderous intent that nearly exploded within him when he brushed past that short, fat demon who reeked of alcohol and blood in the headquarters office.

Let him go?

Let him return to his country to receive a promotion and commendations?

Why?

A massive, icy wave of exhaustion washed over him.

Chen Xi leaned against the cold wall and slowly closed his eyes.

The bullet chat in the Livestream room also became sparse at this moment.

All the viewers held their breath; they could feel that the streamer on the other side of the screen was experiencing a battle between heaven and man.

[Master Xi... don't be impulsive...]

[I understand, I want to kill him too, damn it, but...]

[The mission is already complete; coming back alive is what matters most!]

[No, he must die! Some debts must be repaid with blood!]

He didn't know how much time had passed.

Chen Xi opened his eyes again.

Those eyes, which had previously held traces of struggle and anger, were now completely indifferent.

Like two bottomless ancient wells covered in ice.

He didn't look at the bullet chat again.

He simply opened the system mall calmly in his consciousness.

The light screen lit up, illuminating his expressionless face.

Rows of weapons filled with a sense of futuristic technology and earth-shattering power flowed slowly across the light screen.

[Plasma Annihilation Cannon]

[Antimatter Cluster Grenade]

[Gauss Kinetic Rifle]

...

Any one of them would be enough for him to instantly wipe Tani Hisao, along with his residence, from this planet.

This was the simplest and most efficient way to take revenge.

But Chen Xi just watched quietly.

His fingers slowly slid across the light screen, passing over those powerful items that could be called "Weapons of God" one by one.

Then, he closed the system mall.

This time.

He didn't want to be a "player" relying on high technology anymore.

He took something out from a corner of the system space.

A well-crafted Japanese officer's sword captured from the captain of the "Hound" squad.

The scabbard was simple and archaic, and the hilt was wrapped in a dark ribbon.

This was a symbol of power, and also a weapon of atrocities.

Using it to end the crimes could not be more appropriate.

Chen Xi sat cross-legged, laying the officer's sword across his knees.

He rummaged through his spoils of war and found a rough whetstone.

Under the dim oil lamp.

He drew the sword.

The blade had clearly tasted blood during its forging, carrying a faint, indelible scent of gore.

He placed the blade against the whetstone.

Then, he began to grind it back and forth with an extremely steady and patient rhythm.

"Swish..."

"Swish..."

The harsh sound of metal scraping suddenly rang out in the empty church.

This sound was not loud, but it was like the most precise engraving knife, scraping, stroke by stroke, at the heart of every viewer in the Livestream room.

Making one's blood run cold.

He ground it very slowly.

Very carefully.

As if he were not sharpening a sword, but performing a sacred, undisturbed ritual.

Time lost its meaning at this moment.

Only that monotonous and harsh sound of sharpening echoed in the endless night.

He didn't know how long it had been.

The blade was sharpened until it shone with a cold light.

The mirror-smooth blade reflected a cold, eerie light under the dim glow of the oil lamp.

Chen Xi stopped his movements.

He raised the sword and looked at his reflection on the blade.

What kind of eyes were those.

No anger, no sadness, no hatred.

Only a pure, abyss-like void and coldness.

He stood up.

He carefully placed the two heavy diaries and all the evidence of crimes into a waterproof package and hid it in the most secret corner of the church.

He put on a black night-traveling suit.

The [Chameleon Cloak] was adjusted by him to the deepest black.

He slid the sharpened officer's sword back into its scabbard and tied it to his waist.

Finally, he put on the mask disguised as an [anti-smog mask].

Everything was ready.

He stood in the darkness, as if merging into the night itself.

Facing the empty space in front of him, as if speaking to the billions of viewers in the Livestream room and the 300,000 lingering souls in this city, he declared softly in a voice that was cold and calm to the extreme.

"Tonight, court is in session."

"I am the judge."

As his voice fell.

His figure, like ink dropped into water, disappeared silently into the endless darkness.