Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine.

“It won’t hurt at all.” Ikeda Takumi turned his head, a gentle smile curving his lips. “Don’t worry, I’m a professional. I can make sure you leave without any pain.”

This was the fifth target he had approached.

Online, he portrays himself as a death facilitator, specializing in providing dignified exit options for those who have lost hope in life.

After all, in today's society, leaving legally and painlessly is a luxury.

The expense of traveling to a place where euthanasia is legal is huge, not to mention that the process of euthanasia itself costs tens of millions of yen and there's no guarantee of getting a spot. But here, it's completely free.

He would gradually erode the other person's last remaining will to live through seemingly empathetic conversations, leading them to believe that death was the only way out.

As a psychology major, he was proficient in communication, body language, and emotional manipulation. For him, pushing someone from hesitation about death into despair was a very simple matter.

Tomomi Uchida was someone he spent more than two months completely winning over.

What was originally just minor psychological trauma caused by her parents' divorce eventually escalated into a desire to leave this world completely under his so-called guidance.

He fabricated a route and traces for the girl to run away from home, and taught her how to avoid street surveillance and meet him at a designated location at a designated time.

He believed that every step he took was flawless, and now that she was standing in front of him, they had reached the final link in his plan.

He certainly wouldn't let her feel pain.

However, in his mind, it was a more complete experience of death.

He would inject her with a sufficient amount of anesthetic, and in her semi-conscious state, watch herself being disintegrated.

This is the stage he enjoys the most, not just for simple killing, but for letting others witness their bodies being disintegrated by him, and watch their lives come to an end.

As Takumi Ikeda thought about everything the girl beside him was about to face, his hands trembled slightly with excitement.

He had this destructive urge since childhood. While other children liked toys and games, he preferred to dismember life.

At first, he only dismembered insects and mice, but this level of dismemberment was enough to get him through childhood and was far from sufficient to meet his needs as an adult.

But who would easily offer themselves up? Later, he came up with this idea: to package his inner impulse as an act of helping others.

I did all this to help the other person fulfill their wish.

Therefore, he never experiences any psychological pressure.

As Tomomi Uchida got into the car, thinking about her impending departure from this world and recalling her parents, a sudden pang of regret arose in her heart.

"Uncle..." Tomomi Uchida gripped the seatbelt, her voice lowered, "Won't it really hurt?"

Takumi Ikeda glanced at her, his tone still gentle: "Are you afraid?"

“A little.” Tomomi Uchida lowered her head.

“This is normal. You are a very kind child. As a kind person, if you can leave peacefully, it will be a relief for you and your parents.”

During this time, the idea that she was a burden to her parents was firmly imprinted in her mind.

"I see……"

Tomomi Uchida took a deep breath, as if trying to convince herself.

After turning several corners, the car finally stopped in front of an old apartment building.

This is a place that Takumi Ikeda rented specifically to help others leave this world.

After dismembering the body, he would store the spoils in a freezer.

After today, there will be one more specimen.

What a beautiful body...

In his eyes, the girl beside him had no way out.

He led the girl into the apartment.

The interior was simply furnished. The living room contained only a metal bunk bed and a table. Apart from that, there were two large freezers in a corner of the adjacent room that were not visible to the outside.

Tomomi Uchida looked at the iron bed frame in the center, where dark red bloodstains still remained.

She couldn't help but shrink her neck.

"The facilities are a bit basic, but make do with it. Okay, just lie down, it'll be quick."

Takumi Ikeda locked the door from the inside, his eyes burning as he looked at the girl in front of him.

Tomomi Uchida felt uneasy under his gaze.

She took a step back: "Uncle, after thinking about it, I think it's still better to..."

"What are you waiting for! Your parents don't want you anymore!"

Takumi Ikeda was already impatient; he had completely lost his earlier gentle and amiable demeanor.

In his mind, the frail young girl in front of him was already his, and he no longer needed to hide anything. Ending her struggling life with his own hands would be much more interesting, wouldn't it?

His gaze grew increasingly intense as he approached the girl step by step, completely unaware that her attention was drawn to a figure that had suddenly appeared.

Chapter 195 A Hundred Forges in the Palm, the Spirit Stone Spear (9K)

Han Chuanyou probed the freezer in the corner with his divine sense, and in just an instant, the coldness in his eyes became tangible.

The limbs and remains frozen in plastic bags were neatly separated and then randomly piled together.

He took a deep breath; there was no need to watch it a second time.

This thing is worse than an animal.

Having followed him all the way, he had already clearly seen the exact amount of the demonic aura surrounding this guy.

The man in front of me has completely transcended the realm of humanity.

He had no words left to describe this guy; neither "pervert" nor "madman" could adequately describe his filthy behavior.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a lump of rotting flesh covered in human skin, still wriggling; it was utterly disgusting.

Upon seeing the mask, Tomomi Uchida was surprised, but her survival instincts kicked in and she cried out:

"Lord Death, save me!"

"Death? You think you can summon him just by calling him?" Ikeda Takumi scoffed, taking another step forward. "Do you think you still have a chance to escape?"

"Aren't I right here?"

Han Chuanyou responded cooperatively.

Takumi Ikeda stiffened, his movement of approaching the girl pausing for a moment.

He immediately turned around and looked, and when he saw the gold and red mask clearly, the blood in his veins almost froze: "Death...the Grim Reaper?"

Han Chuanyou approached step by step and drew the Qingling sword from his waist.

"Tell me, how should I judge you?"

Takumi Ikeda swallowed hard.

Even though the Grim Reaper's deeds had reached everyone in Tokyo, causing those scum hiding in the shadows to live in constant fear, he could continue his actions without any scruples, simply because he felt he was helping others find liberation.

He kept deceiving himself until he even fooled himself.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that he didn't just want to help others get out of trouble, but he absolutely couldn't admit it now.

“Lord Death, I am helping people leave this world without pain. Everyone is doing it voluntarily. It’s definitely not what you think.”

"Voluntary?" Han Chuanyou's voice was very soft, finding the word particularly absurd. "Are you sure?"

He suddenly took a step forward and kicked at Ikeda Takumi's knee.

"Crack!"

The sound of bones cracking was particularly crisp in the cramped room.

Takumi Ikeda screamed and fell to the ground, curling up to hug his broken leg. His face was contorted with pain, cold sweat instantly soaked through his shirt, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Han Chuan You didn't even glance at him, turning to look at Uchida Tomomi, who was huddled in the corner: "Close your eyes."

The girl obediently closed her eyes and covered her ears with her hands.

Han Chuan You squatted down, grabbed Ikeda Takumi by the back of his collar with one hand, and threw him into the next room like a tattered sack.

His body slammed heavily against the wall with a dull thud. Ikeda Takumi's vision went black as the excruciating pain from his broken leg surged up again. He collapsed to his knees in a disheveled state, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"Lord Death! Spare me! I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!"

"You're wrong?" Han Chuan walked slowly to him, his voice devoid of emotion. "Do you really think you're wrong?"

He brought down the knife in one swift and decisive motion.

The left arm was severed at the shoulder, the cut smooth as a mirror, and the blood from the arterial section gushed out after a delay.

Blood splattered on the walls and ceiling, like a dark red fan that had been suddenly flung open.

"what!!"

Takumi Ikeda's screams echoed repeatedly in the narrow space, but before he could withstand the second wave of excruciating pain, the second knife had already fallen.

His right arm was severed at the root, and blood gushed from the cut, spraying a bright red arc in the air and splashing onto the wall, staining it with a hideous plum blossom pattern.

Takumi Ikeda stared at his arm lying on the ground, gritting his teeth, his face deathly pale.

Then Han Chuan You raised his long sword and pleaded:

"no, do not want!"

Han Chuanyou remained ruthless, slashing down again and severing his leg at the root.

After his arm was severed, his blood pressure dropped somewhat, but the gushing blood still stained the ground red, and the room was filled with a sweet, metallic smell.

This taste was familiar to Takumi Ikeda; it used to represent the slow passing of other people's lives under his hands, but now it represented his own.

"It hurts...it hurts so much..."

The massive blood loss in a short period of time left Takumi Ikeda with almost no strength left to cry out in pain.

Looking at the severed limbs around him, he finally understood the extent of the suffering that the animals and people he had dismembered had endured.

"Spare...spare me..."

His body could no longer hold on; he writhed ugly in the pool of blood like a maggot, still begging for mercy.

The cold light in Han Chuanyou's eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

There's one last step.

With a slight thought, he activated his object manipulation technique.

Takumi Ikeda stared in horror as the freezer door opened by itself. Then, his body, along with his scattered limbs, was lifted off the ground as if by an unseen hand and floated towards the top of the freezer.

Inside the freezer, his past works came into view.

When Ikeda Takumi looked at them, it was as if he saw countless resentful eyes staring at him through those transparent bags.

A great fear welled up inside me.

"No! No! I don't want to stay here! Let me out! Let me out now!"

His body fell into the freezer, lying alongside the works he had personally sealed away.

With a loud bang, the freezer door slammed shut, cutting off his voice.

The claustrophobic space engulfed him, cold air rushed towards him from all directions, and fear surged over him like a tide.

"No! No! I want to get out..."

Han Chuanyou took a deep breath.

The limits of humanity have truly shattered his understanding once again.

Is this kind of killing for pleasure really that fascinating?

He paused for a moment, looked around at the bloodstains everywhere, and then stepped out of the room.

To his surprise, Tomomi Uchida was still there and hadn't left.

He sheathed his sword, looked at the girl huddled in the corner, her expression blank, and, remembering her past experiences, softened his tone, teasingly saying:

"Screaming for help so loudly, you don't really want to die."

Tomomi Uchida looked at the tall, slender figure in front of her, a rare look of embarrassment on her face: "I was momentarily confused... is he dead?"

"He's not dead, but he's almost dead."

Just now, under the shadow of death, Tomomi Uchida felt as if she had truly died once.