I am the Executioner Dragon, but a cute mod.

Among these figures, Su Nuo saw the person he least wanted to see. He rushed over, helped up the body that was no longer warm, and wiped the blood from the face with his hands.

"Teppei? Teppei? How could you... Who did this?!"

Holding Tieping's body, Su Nuo cried out, "Tieping was perfectly fine just a few days ago, but he died without warning or reason!"

The only apparent cause of his death was Sukuna's recent departure.

Looking at the gruesome corpses around him, Su Nuo smirked, blaming himself entirely for their deaths. If he hadn't left, these idealistic people wouldn't have died.

Su Nuo didn't know whether to cry or be angry. His upbringing told him that doing this was pointless. After a moment of confusion, he began to think:

Who is the killer, and why did they do this?

The members of the ideal state were mostly farmers, numbering around six thousand. What could have driven the murderer to brutally slaughter these six thousand farmers? What did they have that made them worthy of being killed?

At first, Su Nu couldn't think of any other reason besides the murderer deliberately retaliating against him, but soon he realized that these farmers possessed something even more terrifying than strength:

Thought.

Previously, when farmers were oppressed and enslaved, they never resisted. For thousands of years, their ancestors had lived this kind of life, and they had long been accustomed to it, not knowing what resistance was.

Now they've discovered that just because something has always been this way doesn't mean it's right.

They were no less noble than the nobility; they were human beings, living on the same land and breathing the same air.

Ideas spread, and as more and more of the oppressed understand this, and as more and more of the oppressed rise up in resistance, the first to suffer will be those powerful and wealthy families.

The killer is obvious.

Su Nuo took a deep breath, preparing to settle accounts with those powerful and wealthy families, but just then, something strange suddenly caught his attention.

It was a weak breathing sound, so clear in this land littered with corpses. Su Nuo was startled and quickly followed the sound. Before long, he found a person with bandages wrapped around their head.

At this moment, the man's arm was broken and there was a huge gash in his abdomen; he was clearly beyond saving.

Su Nuo came to his side, her brows furrowed, and took the limp hand in hers, blaming herself:

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault... If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have suffered this calamity."

"Lord Su Nuo...?"

The man recognized Su Nuo's voice. He tried his best to open his eyes, but it was no use. He could only open his mouth and pour out everything he knew.

The whispered words gathered into the name "Fujiwara" in Sukuna's ear, and the next second, the person breathed their last.

"Fujiwara..."

Sukuna's face was dark, and his fists were clenched so tightly they cracked. Instead of heading to the Fujiwara family immediately, he dug a large pit on the spot and neatly arranged the dead people inside.

As the blood-soaked soil covered those familiar faces, Su Nuo's heart skipped a beat, but his hands did not stop, and he quickly buried all the deceased.

Next comes blood for blood...

At the Fujiwara residence, Sukuna stood on the corpses of the guards, gripping the head of the Fujiwara family by the neck and lifting him into the air. No matter how the head of the Fujiwara family clung to Sukuna's fingers with his hands or how helplessly his legs swayed, it had no effect.

Just as Sukuna was about to crush the Fujiwara clan head to death, a scream rang out beside her:

"Su Nu! What are you doing?! Put my father down at once!"

It was Wan who spoke. She stared at Su Nuo in disbelief, completely unable to believe that Su Nuo would do such a thing.

But as soon as she finished speaking, Su Nuo increased the force in her hand, and with a crack, the head of the Fujiwara family kicked his legs and breathed his last.

Then Sukuna casually tossed him out the door like trash, completely ignoring Man's calls, and turned to leave the Fujiwara residence.

Sukuna knew very well that the Fujiwara clan, now severely weakened, was absolutely incapable of wiping out an organization of six thousand people. The Fujiwara clan was just a target; there were many more hidden forces behind it.

He didn't care who the real mastermind was. Since these families didn't accept his advanced ideas and wanted to prevent him from achieving his ideal world, he would just kill them all.

After all, the dead have no voice.

Just as Su Nuo was thinking this, Wan stared at her father's corpse with a pale face. She couldn't believe that her respected father had been killed by someone she trusted right before her eyes. She even had the thought that "this was just a nightmare."

She pinched her cheek hard; the sharp pain reminded her of the reality of the world before her. She opened her mouth slightly and let out a whimper, followed by a scream:

"Ah... Ahhh!!"

Wan clutched his head and took two steps back. His empty eyes saw Su Nuo about to leave, and his heart was instantly filled with anger and hatred.

"You killed my father!!"

After speaking, Wan unleashed all his magical power, preparing to use a constructive technique to attack Su Nuo. However, before he could do so, a clear "click" rang in his ears.

The cursed power within his body dissipated uncontrollably, and even the world before his eyes began to turn upside down. In his numb state, Wan saw his body cut in half at the waist.

She froze, her anger turning into astonishment, then into fear, and finally she was completely engulfed in boundless darkness.

Su Nuo didn't look at Wan one last time; his heart pounded faster. He didn't want to kill Wan.

Wan's screams reminded him of his dead comrades. When they were killed, did they also scream in terror? Were they also so helpless and desperate?

Su Nuo was no longer qualified to be merciful; it was precisely his mercifulness that led to the downfall of the ideal state, regardless of who the enemy was, where they were, or what their grievances were.

Anyone who is an enemy must be killed.

But where is the real enemy?

Su Nuo didn't know; he just felt that as long as noble families and powerful clans existed in this world, his ideal would never come true...

After leaving the Fujiwara family, Sukuna entered another wealthy family.

This powerful clan was highly respected in the area and maintained a formidable army of sorcerers, yet they did not participate in the siege of Su Nuo.

Although this did not fit the enemy's positioning, Sukuna still charged in alone. As an existence that even the three major families could not defeat together, it was naturally a one-sided massacre when facing such a small family.

Blood, death, and despair filled the mansion. Cries and curses continued. Su Nuo's slaughter did not stop until he saw a child sitting on the ground crying, and he was momentarily stunned.

Should he have turned his knife on innocent children? Will using violence to solve problems only breed more violence?

Su Nuo pondered, but his hesitation vanished when the child cast a resentful glance at him. He unleashed the spell [Dispel] and killed the child without hesitation.

He realized that this child had been sucking the blood of the working people since birth; there were no innocent people, everyone deserved to die.

After the massacre, Su Nuo did not stop there. He used the [stove] to set the house on fire, thus ending the life of this local tycoon.

His steps did not stop. He wanted to make all the powerful and noble families, all classes and oppression disappear from this world. Since they did not allow such thoughts to exist in this world, then Su Nuo would not allow them to exist in this world either.