I've already said this isn't a life simulator!

The aura belonging to "He" on his body became even stronger.

"It's alright, nun."

Xi Wang spoke softly, her tone not changing much, yet it gave people a sense of "unyielding authority".

He stood up, faced her, and looked at her with his strange tricolor eyes, which had changed, almost completely turned gold, with only a few dark and scarlet rims remaining on the outer edge.

"Let's go back."

He said this, and then took the lead in walking away. Aponia was slightly dazed for a moment, and then quickly followed.

This time, however, she didn't walk alongside him as usual. Instead, she lagged slightly behind him, following half a step—she already knew what was going on.

Xi Wang seemed to have no objection to this, and simply moved forward in silence.

After returning to the sanatorium, apart from becoming much quieter and speaking strangely, Xi Wang seemed to have not changed much. She was still willing to smile and play with the children, and would also help with trivial matters.

However, he and Aponia talked less, and their relationship no longer seemed to be one of equal communication, but rather... a relationship similar to that of a superior and subordinate.

Nothing to do tonight.

Late at night, the children were all asleep. In the dimly lit hall, Xi looked at the silver moon outside the window and said softly.

Do not go out tomorrow.

He turned to Aponia, who was kneeling to one side, making her usual prayers.

"Yes."

Aponia neither objected nor raised any questions; she simply responded softly.

Xi looked around and saw the bright moon, clutching the slightly warm cross pendant tightly in her hand.

"...The trial will begin tomorrow."

He murmured softly.

Chapter 8 His judgment arrives as promised (6367)

It's often said that tragedies and partings are what make us remember more, and that's certainly true. You've lost three people who helped and cared for you, and their departures were all related to you in some way. This has placed a considerable burden on your heart without you even realizing it, but now... you no longer care about any of that.

With their guidance, you have solidified your belief in the path you should take and your determination to change this place.

But... to change this place, to change this Twilight Street that has long been a "land of chaos," you need... "power."

["He" is right. Twilight Street... is a "chaotic place" chosen by the people. There is no room for your goodwill here, especially goodwill without the guarantee of "power". It will be torn apart and devoured by them.]

[If we try to change this place, we will invite their targeting, the attacks of the "power" of the entire Twilight Street, and even... possibly external "power."]

So... faced with this "chaotic land" dominated by "power" and where violence is taken for granted, the only way to change it is... "stronger power," and even more violent violence.

Therefore, you pray to "He", and "He" is willing to respond to you and guide you.

Now, a proper "trial" is about to begin.

[In the early morning, Aponia followed your instructions and stayed at the nursing home with the children, while you went out alone.]

Guided by "His" guidance, you easily found the gang that had vandalized the church and led people away, or perhaps... they came looking for you?

[They seem to have set a trap, with one of them posing as a "mole," claiming he was dissatisfied with the leader's mad methods and wanted to rebel against him.]

This is an obvious lie; you can see it yourself even without "His" explanation.

He practically forced a knife into your hand, then slipped an unloaded pistol into your pocket, before gripping your wrist tightly and making a shallow cut on his finger.

[Then he screamed in terror, shouting loudly, which attracted the arrival of the others who had been lying in ambush.]

He said you were dangerous and that you stole his knife and gun to get revenge.

He said that Father Yan Zheng and the nun were indeed liars, not keeping their promise at all. So you really did come for revenge. You broke the contract first, and since you broke it, the deal is null and void, and they can attack you now.

[We can deduce a lot from his words... Clearly, Father Yan Zheng and the nun died to prevent the gang from bothering you, or at least from killing you. This also explains why so many people looked at you strangely and with amusement yesterday, but in the end nothing happened.]

[Of course, more importantly... his acting was terrible... no, it wasn't acting at all. They just wanted an excuse to deal with you, they just wanted to find a fig leaf to "break their promise," they just wanted to... kill you.]

This undoubtedly further convinced you that only "power" could speak here, and that only... an even more terrifying "power" could change this place.

But now, you don't care about any of that. Faced with their mocking, triumphant expressions, you only feel amusement and... boredom, even a little bit of pity.

The people before us are ultimately just thugs pushed out to do the work, people tainted by the evil of this place.

Perhaps in the past, he was just like those refugees, coming here simply to survive; perhaps he was once a good person, retaining his kindness.

But regardless... he has now fallen, unable to extricate himself from this chaotic atmosphere, and even enjoys it.

He, too, should be put on trial and receive the punishment he deserves.

Your pupils shimmer with a golden light like stars, the faint dark and scarlet hues on the outer edge constantly being squeezed, almost obscuring their true color with gold... but in the end, your pupils remain those slightly strange tricolor pupils.

The cross pendant you're clutching in your hand is getting hotter and hotter, but you still hold on tight.

Then, flames suddenly erupted from the knife in your hand, melting it into molten iron almost instantly, which dripped onto the arm of the person holding your arm.

His screams of agony rang out instantly; the intense pain made him release you, and the bizarre scene stunned everyone around. What followed filled them with terror.

The person who was holding you suddenly felt their body temperature rise, their breathing became rapid, their face flushed and contorted, and even their breath became inexplicably hot, as if they were engulfed in flames.

Finally, unable to bear the inexplicable pain any longer, he began to roar and howl, collapsing to the ground and rolling around like a fish out of water. At one point, he even rolled onto the still-warm molten iron, where the intense pain caused him to scream in agony.

He rolled back and forth on the ground, as if to extinguish the non-existent flames on his body. Occasionally he would stop and slam his head against the ground, seemingly trying to distract himself from the pain of self-harm.

But obviously... it didn't work.

Finally, his voice grew weaker and weaker, his breath faded, and with a pained and contorted expression on his face, he left this world.

[Fire... That's unexpected. The power He gave you is so intense that you even subconsciously feel a sense of repulsion, even though the fire won't harm you, it will only make the surroundings dry... Or perhaps it's because you personally prefer water? In any case, you're somewhat surprised by the appearance of fire, but as His follower, you don't care about these things. You believe that He will guide you.]

"What did you do?!"—The terrified screams of others around you pulled you out of your thoughts.

They stared in horror at this eerie scene, their bodies instinctively shrinking back slightly, their gazes shifting between you and the man, but his strange appearance just now deterred anyone from approaching.

You step forward slightly... You have no ulterior motives, nor do you intend to "judge" them; it's simply that you need to get to their stronghold, and they happen to be blocking your way.

As mentioned before, they are merely thugs pushed out into the fray. Perhaps they are not innocent at this moment, but they are still people who can be redeemed and who can atone for their sins.

Everyone deserves the opportunity to repent and make amends—this is what He tells you.

More importantly, if "trials" were conducted indiscriminately, there would probably be very few survivors in the entire Twilight Street. People living in this "chaotic place" are hardly all "innocent." Everyone carries "sins" to some extent. This is something they have to do to survive, which is understandable and should be tolerated.

What you desire is to change this place, not destroy it; therefore, be kind and forgiving—this is what "He" admonishes you.

Therefore, you don't want to pay attention to them; you only want to follow "His" will, demonstrate "power," shatter all the existing rules here, and then reshape them.

However... your actions have actually increased their psychological pressure.

"Don't come any closer!"—they shouted in terror, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

But in the end, only a few beautiful fireworks flashed through the air, leaving behind only molten iron that cooled rapidly on the ground—the bullets had spontaneously combusted and melted in mid-air.

The golden eyes shifted slightly, sweeping over them who were already panicked and at a loss, over them who had instinctively turned and fled.

Immediately, they slowed their escape, clutching their necks in pain. A strange burning sensation arose in their bodies, as if a fire was burning inside them, and this fire grew increasingly fierce and intense.

Ultimately, they followed in that man's footsteps, writhing on the ground in agony, trying to extinguish flames that were not actually on their bodies, and then, in the same way, departed this world in pain and agony.

[If any sinner flaunts their sins and thirsts for "judgment," then grant their wish and give them the punishment they deserve—this is the admonition of "He."]

Without glancing to the side, you merely tightened your grip on the cross pendant in your hand and walked forward, silently memorizing the location of the corpse, preparing to take it with you upon your return.

The dead deserve a proper burial, and the deceased deserve dignity—this is only right and proper.

The cries of several people attracted the attention of others, who noticed the corpses and you slowly walking forward.

Those who didn't want to cause trouble stayed far away, while some quietly approached and secretly took away the remaining supplies on the corpses: weapons, money, loose items, and even clothing... they wouldn't let anything go.

[There are also some busybodies, or people looking to get a bargain, who have quietly followed you.]

[And you, step by step, arrived at their stronghold. Everyone who attacked you died in agony for some inexplicable reason, while those who fled far away survived. In almost no time, most of the people in the stronghold had run away—no one wanted to fight against you, this "monster."]

Finally, you stood before that man, or more precisely, before the leader of this gang. Looking at his terrified expression and the tense henchmen protecting him, you felt nothing.

They frantically pulled the trigger, but all they could see were bursts of fire flashing through the air and clumps of rapidly cooling molten iron falling to the ground.

Extreme fear eventually destroyed his reason. The incomprehensible events before him made him want to get away from you, this "monster." He frantically pushed the guards around him, pulling them in front of him, hoping they could buy you a little more time.

The guards were also shocked by the bizarre scene, their minds overwhelmed by fear. In the end, they abandoned him and scattered in all directions... But they hadn't gone far when they collapsed to the ground in agony, letting out agonizing howls as if burned by fire. Soon after, they fell silent.

Finally, in a panic, he jumped out of the window and limped away—he just wanted to get away from you.

[But he couldn't get far before his face began to flush, his breathing became rapid, his expression turned painful and distorted, and then came a heart-wrenching wail and struggle.]

[“Judgment” is imminent; escape is neither advisable nor useful—“He” said]

You walked downstairs at a leisurely pace, slowly approaching him as he rolled around on the ground, thrashing about like a fish out of water, and silently watched him.

He wailed and pleaded, his voice humbled, burying his head at your feet, crushing his dignity into the earth. He reached out and grabbed your shoes, clutching the hem of your priest's robe, begging you not to inflict pain upon him.

The look in your eyes as you stared at him held a hint of vengeful pleasure, and you even wanted to utter a few sarcastic remarks—but you didn't.

You simply watched him silently, without saying a word.

[Then he began to curse and insult you and your God, saying you were not a priest, nor a clergyman, but a devil, a non-human, a monster.]

Your gaze towards him held a hint of anger, and you even seemed about to speak out against him—but you didn't.

You simply watched him silently, without saying a word.

In the end, he gave up trying to live and only begged you to grant him death so that he would no longer suffer such pain.

Your gaze as you looked at her was complex, tinged with pity for the loss of life.

His humble, pleading manner evoked pity and a desire to ease his suffering—but you did not.

This is the punishment he deserves.

He died, so suddenly and ridiculously. One wonders if he ever felt remorse before he died.

You merely glanced around, and the people who had followed because of the good news were already stunned. Instinctive fear prevented them from approaching or fleeing; they could only watch you nervously.

You instructed several people to take the bodies to the church cemetery.

Those whose names were called dared not disobey, and tremblingly stepped forward to drag away the corpses of the others.

And you, however, take light steps and continue to follow "His" will.

After revealing the power, you obeyed His will and went to the territories of various gangs, telling them to come to the church for a meeting in three days.