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

It's just an instinct that's hard to control.

His wife ate his food, used his things, and depended on him for her livelihood. Yet she dared to overstep her bounds and try to control him. He felt no remorse, only absurdity. If it weren't for his son, he wouldn't have shown any mercy and would have shot that restless woman to death.

A sinister glint flashed in David Gurian's eyes; the separation of the two had made him lose face in front of those around him.

Yolangurian watched the two kiss, stepped forward, pinched the nanny on the back, looked at his father, and a smile of expectation mixed with cruelty appeared on his lips:

"Father, I will be obedient. When can I go to the border area again? It feels so good to shoot those lowly people."

Yoran recalled the images of refugees, young and old, dying at his hands, which made him realize how different he was from his peers.

While others were still having fun, he was already fulfilling his mission as God's chosen people and safeguarding the interests of his country.

David Gurian looked at him with satisfaction, ignoring his underhanded actions.

It's just women. We've gone through quite a few nannies already, either because they dared not resist due to the power of their employers, or because they eventually accepted their fate.

"You're truly my child. After this period is over, I'll have someone take you to practice shooting."

In his view, making his son bleed was a way to cultivate a man's character, and that was all the Pakistani people were good for. Compared to Mossad's training methods, this was child's play.

Only by personally experiencing torture and killing can one truly awaken the ferocity in one's bones, ignite the ultimate desire for slaughter, and forge an indomitable, ruthless, and fierce will.

Han Chuanyou emerged from the dark corner of the wall and looked at the two escapees in front of him. Above their heads were the words "Demon General" and "Demon Heir" written in deep red running script.

The nanny noticed him out of the corner of her eye and was startled by the sudden appearance of the mysterious figure, letting out a short gasp.

He held a high position and was in charge of Mossad.

Countless life-or-death situations had honed David Gurian's almost beast-like sense of crisis.

Sensing the unsettling atmosphere, he immediately tensed up and switched to combat mode.

His right hand swiftly reached for the pistol at his waist, his sharp gaze locking onto Han Chuan You, who appeared from the shadows like a blade.

He wore a gold and red Shura mask, had a long, slender sword at his waist, and exuded a chilling pressure.

"You are... the Grim Reaper?"

Han Chuan You recognized the other party's identity at a glance based on the intelligence.

"David Gurian, the director of Mossad, the one who brought me here and orchestrated the premature end of this evil state, are you ready to face trial?"

The pressure emanating from the mysterious man in front of him made David dare not make any rash moves.

"You are making an enemy of our country. Stop now, and we will still have a chance to negotiate."

The nanny had already quietly retreated outside the door and turned to leave when she sensed something was wrong.

Yorangurian, hiding behind his father, used his father's cover to quietly reach into the desk drawer with his right hand and pull out a revolver.

He drew his gun, aimed it at Han Chuanyou, and pulled the trigger: "Die!"

What's there to talk about? In Yoran's mind, this pretentious fellow was a joke. He dared to enter his house with a knife, making him a sitting duck.

He spends all his time playing video games or venting his energy on his nanny, and occasionally goes out to shoot targets. He has no concept of the true power of death.

I am the only real man.

David cursed inwardly, regretting his usual tough-guy training, but he had no choice but to pull the trigger.

There is no turning back now.

"Bang bang bang..."

Bullets whistled out.

Han Chuanyou stood still, not even trying to dodge.

The bullet struck him as if hitting an iron wall, producing a crisp metallic clang before bouncing off.

"Ah, my foot!!"

Yorangurian was struck in the ankle by the bouncing bullet, and blood gushed out instantly.

He clutched his ankle and collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony.

David's pupils trembled.

Although he already knew that the other party was not human, witnessing this scene beyond his comprehension still filled him with an overwhelming fear.

He watched as Han Chuanyou walked towards him step by step, the long sword at his waist slowly unsheathed, its blade reflecting a cold light under the lamp.

"You...don't come any closer!"

He subconsciously took a step back, his voice trembling at the end. Han Chuanyou did not stop, gripping the hilt of his sword with the tip slightly lowered, and slowly walked towards them.

That's exactly the effect he wanted—to witness the trial firsthand amidst the fear of facing death.

In a panic, David grabbed a magazine from the drawer and began reloading.

Han Chuan raised his long sword, its smooth blade reflecting David's face, contorted with fear.

A blade fell, a cold glint flashing in its light.

His arm was severed at the elbow.

The artery was severed, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the spine of the Old Testament on the bookshelf red.

"Ahhhhh!!"

David fell to the ground, clutching the gap in his severed arm, blood gushing from between his fingers.

Han Chuanyou's gaze shifted to Yolan, who was dragging her injured ankle and retreating in fear.

"No...don't come any closer!"

The fierceness in Yolan's eyes, once so arrogant and domineering, had vanished completely. Her intact foot kept kicking the ground, struggling to get away from him.

Han Chuanyou did not pause and plunged a knife into Yolan's chest.

With a twist of his wrist, the blade spun inside his chest cavity, pulverizing his lungs.

"Ahhh!!"

The tearing pain made his brain tremble, and he let out a shrill scream. Blood gushing from his lungs filled his throat, drowning out all other sounds.

"you dare!!"

David Gurian's eyes widened in fury as he watched Yoram's body convulse under the knife.

Han Chuan You drew his knife, and then plunged a second knife precisely into Yolan's heart.

The rupture of internal organs alone would not have been enough to kill Yoram immediately.

Han Chuanyou turned his gaze to David, looking down at the man who was trying to prop himself up with one arm.

Another slash fell, and a thin line of blood appeared on David's waist. He fell back into the pool of blood.

As the two lay in pools of blood, feeling their lives slip away, David's voice was hoarse: "Death, whoever you are, God will not forgive you!!"

"God? Even if God descended to earth, I would still kill him."

Han Chuanyou flicked his long sword, sheathed it, and gave them one last look. His gaze fell on the Old Testament, which was now emitting a faint spiritual light.

Chapter 239 The Book of Ten Calamities, The Frog Plague Descends

Han Chuanyou paused, his gaze pausing.

In the midst of intense pain, the two on the ground felt their souls being pulled away. The mysterious figure before them took the blood-stained Old Testament from the bookshelf and vanished from the spot.

[You have annihilated a pair of wicked demon father and son, and obtained the following loot: 268 mid-grade spirit stones, 51 soul crystals, and a low-grade earth-rank magic weapon: the Book of Ten Calamities (one-time use)]

Tokyo.

The final exam, World History, is underway.

Outside the window, the plum rain season has not completely ended; the weather remains gloomy, as if it could rain at any moment.

Han Chuanyou finished answering the questions, but didn't rush to hand in his paper. His pen flew up and down between his fingers.

His goal was the Faculty of Law at the University of Tokyo, so he naturally chose the humanities when choosing his major. And for him, who had achieved a photographic memory, the humanities subjects were a piece of cake.

He began to examine the newly acquired magical artifacts through his clone.

[The Book of Ten Plagues (One-Time Use): By consuming spiritual power or spirit stones, one of the ten plagues in the Old Testament can be selectively triggered. This is considered a large-scale destructive spell. The ten plagues cannot be used repeatedly. Once all ten plagues are triggered, this artifact will become invalid.]

These are the ten calamities.

Han Chuan You studied it when he was bored.

The so-called ten plagues are recorded in the Book of Exodus in the Old Testament. They were the plagues that God brought upon Egypt because Pharaoh refused to release the Israelites.

In order:

Blood plague, frog plague, lice plague, fly plague, livestock plague, sore plague, hail plague, locust plague, darkness plague, and the killing of the firstborn son.

A wicked smile gradually appeared on Han Chuanyou's lips.

This is so much fun!

What a strange sight it would be if the divine punishment that God helped the Israelites inflict on Egypt were to suddenly fall upon Israel itself!

It might cause the faith of those who consider themselves superior to crumble.

Han Chuan You looked forward to the effects of this magical artifact.

It's a one-off event, completely tailor-made for this country.

Having experienced these ten disasters, he refused to believe that this filthy country would not completely disappear into the annals of history in its collapse.

David Gurian, by turning his attention to Israel and giving himself such a great gift, truly went above and beyond.

Han Chuan You looked around listlessly.

What a coincidence, the minister and the young lady were assigned to the same examination room as him.

Miss Kujo was sitting diagonally in front of him, in her own seat, and she had just finished answering the questions.

She had just been rummaging through her drawers, but finding nothing interesting, she lay down and fell asleep. Her fair and delicate face was turned towards me, and her pink lips made me want to savor them.

Han Chuan You has reason to suspect that it was the young lady's behind-the-scenes manipulation.

He withdrew his gaze and focused most of his attention back on the shadow clone.

He wasn't in a hurry to finish it all; he planned to start with an appetizer.

Tel Aviv.

Han Chuanyou stood atop a tall building.

Neighboring countries launched another missile attack on the area, and long air raid sirens wailed throughout the city.

The people below seemed to have long been used to it, or rather, numb to it, going about their business as usual, at most hiding in the surrounding buildings.

Only those people eating in the restaurants ran the fastest, leaving the restaurant owners who chased after them behind, cursing angrily.

Watching this farce unfold, Han Chuanyou took out the Book of Ten Calamities from his storage bag, imprinted it with his divine sense, and then activated it.

Options appear in my mind.

Han Chuan You chose the frog disaster.

Immediately afterwards, the two hundred mid-grade spirit stones in the storage bag were used up, and spiritual power poured into the pages of the book like a spring.

The pages moved without wind, and the Book of Ten Calamities emitted a dazzling light.

Then, the sky suddenly darkened.

The sun still shone brightly in the sky, but its light was compressed to the extreme, like a lamp about to be extinguished.

The people below instinctively looked up, as if some unknown terror was weighing on their hearts.

Suddenly, the first croak of a frog rang out.

"Crack."

The sound came from the gap in the manhole cover, and at first it went unnoticed.

Then came the second course, the third course...

The manhole cover by the roadside began to vibrate.

The feeling of unease grew stronger.

Suddenly, the cast iron manhole cover was pushed open, and the first frog jumped out. Its skin was dark green with brown spots, and its eyes bulged out.

It hopped two steps, stopped, and crouched on the sidewalk.