Douluo Jueshi, world modulation mode

Chapter 332 A worthless life? A noble one?
Shrek Academy has received quite a few letters from the Douling Empire these days.

There were nobles and officials from the Douling court.

Some nobles expressed their willingness to offer their wealth in exchange for mercy.

There was a subtle suggestion that Shrek Academy should stop An Zhen.

What's with the fear that Anzhen might fall into a bloodthirsty urge...?

They can come up with any reason.

Some even lost their minds and dared to threaten Shrek Academy.

Shrek Academy completely ignored these requests.

Don’t do bad things, don’t be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door.

No one in the Sea God Pavilion had any objections to this.

They knew the darkness of the empire.

Shrek's position dictates that they cannot do that kind of thing.

The inner court disciples can kill some corrupt officials, but large-scale incidents like this, which require thorough investigations and a series of other procedures, simply cannot be carried out normally.

But Anzhen's identity is quite suitable.

Moon responded, "Good riddance!"

When the Dragon God Douluo was young, he traveled the continent and killed more than just evil soul masters. Back then, he was arrogant and could not tolerate even the slightest imperfection.

"If you feel resentful, you have to let it out." Yan Shaozhe raised his hand and used his soul power to burn the letters.

……

A major city in the Douling Empire.

Because it is close to the far north, the temperature is low.

A shantytown.

The puddles on the road reeked of foul odors.

One by one, figures lay sprawled on the ground like withered trees, their bodies oozing pus and covered in lividity, their naked bodies without a single piece of cloth.

A gaunt woman staggered toward her home. Her body, wrapped in a thin cloth, trembled uncontrollably in the cold wind. Her exposed skin was covered with various red marks, some even turning blue or purple, and cracked from the cold was visible everywhere. She clutched three copper soul coins tightly in her palm.

A moment later, a mournful cry rang out.

The woman, her eyes red, stared at the scene before her. She rushed frantically to the frozen old woman and forcefully pulled a tiny infant from her arms. No matter how much the woman wailed and cried, the baby, wrapped in a thin cloth, remained still in her embrace.

The tiny figure was frozen stiff, its pale face like a wax sculpture. The dim moonlight shone through the hole in the roof onto the baby's face, casting a faint glow. It had clearly been dead for some time.

The woman shook the child, her voice gradually becoming hoarse, until it turned into a desperate sob in her throat, sinking heavily in the damp, cold air, suffocating anyone who heard it.

Sudden.

A large patch of greenish-blue light fell from the sky.

It dispelled the winter chill.

The liquid landed on a shivering child, whose pale cheeks visibly reddened.

In the air, Anzhen, who had just arrived in this main city, quietly watched the scene below, reflecting the emerald swan, and transformed her soul power into life force, scattering it into this slum.

"Free dry rations, charcoal, and cotton clothing are provided in the city center. Martial Soul awakening is also free."

A voice reached the ears of everyone below.

One after another, thinly dressed figures emerged from dilapidated houses that offered little protection from the cold, their eyes filled with numbness. They staggered toward the city center. As the green light entered their bodies, they felt warm and full of vitality, and their gaunt figures suddenly knelt down in worship.

"Hurry up and go," Anzhen urged.

After everyone left, Anzhen stepped onto the filthy ground, her gaze falling on the woman still clutching her frozen infant. The woman stared blankly at the baby in her arms, repeatedly calling out a name.

"As long as we are alive, there is hope for the future."

Leaving behind some cotton clothes, charcoal, and dry rations, Anzhen turned and left.

Anzhen's figure appeared on the next street.

The atmosphere was one of peace and prosperity, with lights shining brightly.

Why is it that heaven and hell are separated by just one wall?

An Zhen looked toward the mansion of a corrupt official whose home he had just raided.

A large black dog, wearing a cotton coat embroidered with intricate patterns, lingered at the doorway, seemingly wondering where its owner had gone.

This is not an isolated case.

It is a reality unfolding in towns and cities.

"What a fucking world!"

The boy, unusually, swore.

Anzhen felt a tightness in her chest, as if she couldn't breathe properly.

It's time to go and behead a nobleman.

……

One morning.

Lingdou City.

Daily court sessions.

The atmosphere was depressing.

One by one, the officials looked at the prime minister.

The former prime minister sighed.

He didn't expect that.

I initially thought that the prince was young and inexperienced in many things. I believed that I could leverage his power to quell the domestic unrest, or even go further.

but……

Unexpectedly, the other party turned out to be a "true god"!
The domestic unrest has been quelled, and the future will be better for the empire. But this is definitely not the way these guys want to see it.

"Gentlemen," the former prime minister began.

"You are all aware of the recent news from the Empire."

"You all know what's going on in your own homes that you can't let show for it." "Stop looking for the truth, just let things be as they are!"

That prince wouldn't listen to reason.

As for hard ones.

The nobles have already tried it.

I heard that the head of that Super Douluo is still hanging on the city wall.

The only thing they could probably do was threaten to resign.

However, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, Shrek Academy, Star Luo Royal Family... that prince has a much wider network of connections than them. There is no shortage of people in charge in this world.

"Prime Minister!" an elderly man with white hair cried out anxiously, "Are we just going to let His Highness run rampant?"

"Acting recklessly?" The experienced fortune teller looked calmly at the old man in official robes until the man looked away guiltily before speaking, "Everyone knows who is acting recklessly."

"It's been like this for ten thousand years!" a chubby official said through gritted teeth. "We work so hard to maintain order in the empire, can't we take a little more?"

If His Highness only killed those who abducted women and trafficked people—those heinous criminals—that would be one thing. But the crucial point is that His Highness also targeted corrupt officials and unscrupulous merchant guilds. All they did was make rice, flour, oil, and salt several times more expensive than in the Star Luo Empire; if the common people couldn't afford them, they shouldn't eat them—it's their problem if they can't afford it. For the sake of the common people, why not even spare them?

"Yeah, yeah."

The court seemed to be filled with indignation.

Every year, hundreds of thousands, even millions, of people starve or freeze to death. Is it their fault? It's because those lowly people can't afford food and warm clothes.

What business is it of those people at the bottom of society if they can't afford the medicine to save their lives?

Hasn't it always been like this?
They've already tried their best, okay?

An obese official shouted, "They were born with lowly lives, why should they make things difficult for us nobles!"

"Is that so?" A calm voice suddenly rang out, drowning out all the other noises in the hall.

The air suddenly became still.

One by one, the figures trembled as they raised their heads to look at the figure sitting on the supreme throne.

"See Your Highness!"

"Your Highness!"

One by one, the figures knelt down with a "thud".

Several officials who had just been speaking loudly were now trembling uncontrollably.

An Zhen sat on the throne, propping her head up with one hand, her eyes slightly narrowed as she looked at the “ugly” appearance of the civil and military officials below.

"Your Highness?"

"Call me Your Majesty!"

The boy's voice boomed like a thunderclap.

"Yes Yes!"

"Your Majesty, spare your life!"

"See Your Majesty!"

The old prime minister knelt on the ground. Hearing Anzhen's words, which were what he had hoped for in the past, he was now filled with fear and unease.

“Prime Minister.” Anzhen looked at the old man kneeling on the ground.

A cool, clear voice echoed throughout the hall.

Do you know why I suddenly changed my mind?

"Your humble servant is foolish."

The former prime minister didn't dare to raise his head; his forehead remained pressed against the ground.

"Because I don't trust the people of the empire to be handed over to you bunch of dogs!" An Zhen said calmly, as calm as the sea.

"Your Majesty is a wise and virtuous ruler," the old prime minister said. "Under Your Majesty's rule, the empire will surely regain its former glory."

"Heh." An Zhen sneered and threw a thick notebook in front of the old prime minister. "Take a look, see which of these is wrong about you."

The kneeling prime minister tried to pick up the notebook, but his pupils contracted sharply as he opened it. His fingers quickly flipped through a few pages, his expression shifting from surprise to silence. Then he knelt and kowtowed, saying, "Your Majesty, I have nothing to say."

“Your problem is that you are stubborn and inactive,” Anzhen said. “But the empire has been able to persevere in the past and maintain such an environment as much as possible. You have made mistakes, but you have also made contributions.”

"You should handle your own family matters."

"Your humble servant obeys the decree." The old prime minister kowtowed.

"Oh, right." An Zhen waved her hand gently, and blood-stained heads fell from the void. Several officials cautiously looked up, but were so frightened by the unseeing expressions on the faces of the heads that they immediately shrank back.

“These are a few guys who know they are guilty of serious crimes and have fled to avoid punishment. They are also old acquaintances of yours. Go and hang them on the city wall.”

"Go now!" Anzhen commanded.

"Yes." The old prime minister remained silent, his calm eyes showing no emotion, as he collected the heads of his colleagues.

“Then…” Anzhen looked at the civil and military officials and said, “What about that pig that was standing and talking earlier? Was it born with a lowly fate? Or a noble one? Let me see what kind of beast can say such a thing.”

"Ugh." A lump of fat kneeling on the ground trembled.

"Your Majesty..." The fat face was contorted into a grimace, as if he were crying, and his head was pounding on the ground. "Your Majesty, spare me! I didn't mean it! I just didn't mean it!"

“I ask you,” Anzhen said, “who is more noble, you or me?”

"Of course it's Your Majesty."

"I see." An Zhen nodded gently and said calmly, "Then I'll tell you to die now. Go die."

"Spare me, Your Majesty, spare me!" A series of thumping sounds rang out, and the officials kneeling near the man even smelled a strong stench of urine.

"Don't rush, I won't wrong an innocent person." An Zhen picked up a book that had fallen from the sky, opened it, and said, "Let me see what bad things you've done."

Three seconds later.

A book whizzed past.

It hit the official hard.

The new emperor's furious roar echoed through the hall.

"You beast! So it was you who did it! You, you bastard, led the way in embezzling most of the Empire's subsidies to the North, a full five million gold soul coins!"

(End of this chapter)