Chapter 112: If You Don

"Who are you really?!"

The sailor-suited girl with slanted eyebrows, her eyes long and sharp, ignored her own physical weakness and, the moment she awoke, seized the killing blade—Snow Shadow—and aimed it at the sudden intruder.

Yet what she saw was a familiar figure—one who could not possibly be here—the Son of Heaven, reported missing and unaccounted for in the news bulletin!

In her memory, this Son of Heaven, hailed as the most beautiful in history, should have been pure and flawless at all times, evoking the snow-capped peaks, a girl forever white.

Whether on screen or in reality, she should have had skin like congealed fat, eyes like polished lacquer, a high mountain flower to be admired from afar, never touched.

Now, her gown—thin as paper, pure white, resembling a wedding dress—was wrinkled and disheveled; her ever-present sun hat was gone; her skin, pale as pearls, her beautiful face, even her shoulder-length hair, were caked with dust and filthy blood.

Yet even in this state, her beauty was not diminished—it only made her seem more pitiful.

Is it in the most repulsive worldviews that such saints are born?

"Don't worry, Sister Mokari, Jia Ji is a good man."

The one who spoke was naturally Ran Yuan Yanzhu; she leapt out without hesitation, blocking Tian Tong Mokari's raised long blade, stopping her from swinging it down.

Did she know what Jia Ji had just done?

Of course, though naive, Yanzhu was no fool—the stupid Cursed Children had long since become corpses.

On the way to kill with the little girl, Jia Ji had already explained to her, in full detail, the purpose of this mission and its possible consequences.

Perhaps at first she was confused, but when she heard those desperate, agonized screams, everything became clear.

The fugitive wanted by every alarm blaring across the streets and alleys was the man beside her—Ran Yuan Yanzhu knew full well she had become an accomplice, broken the law, and caused countless lives to die.

But…

The Cursed Children who died because of them were a thousandfold, ten thousandfold more!

"Fight, Yanzhu."

"If you don't fight, you can't survive."

A voice, inexplicable, seemed to surge from the deepest part of her heart—she knew, it was her own voice.

That inner voice told her.

—Who was truly the evil one responsible for all this tragedy?

—Who was the real culprit behind the Cursed Children being treated like dogs?

It told her even more clearly: Jia Ji killed for them, killed those who harmed and oppressed them, for children like herself.

That was why she had decisively blocked Tian Tong Mokari from attacking Jia Ji.

"It's fine." He patted the sensible Yanzhu's small head, guiding her behind him, then walked forward to Tian Tong Mokari with no defense, pinching the razor-sharp frost blade between two fingers.

Yet this seemingly ordinary act was extremely dangerous—Tian Tong Mokari was certain her secret sword technique could unleash a force dozens of times stronger than a normal human's, severing his fingers and neck in one strike…

No.

Wrong.

A sudden chill seized her, a calm, deadly aura clamped down on her throat, making her body tremble uncontrollably—she understood: this man could kill her in an instant.

With a sigh of relief, Tian Tong Mokari abandoned her resistance.

She released her long blade, and now she saw clearly.

The Son of Heaven sitting across from her, though disheveled in appearance, was calm and composed, with no wounds on her body, no defiance in her gaze—she did not look like a captive, but as if she had come here willingly.

"Don't worry," the Son of Heaven smiled at the skeptical girl. "We've reached an understanding."

As if endowed with special magic.

When the Son of Heaven's benevolent gaze met hers, she shuddered violently—as if struck by a thunderbolt from the heavens—her mind and spirit were directly assaulted by another's thoughts.

She saw: how many atrocities would unfold along the original timeline; she saw: the tragic fates of the Cursed Children; she saw: the pitiful future where her weakness changed nothing…

She instantly comprehended who he was, understood his actions, thoughts, and intentions—and immediately grasped how he would kill next—her mind upgraded.

Then, she made the most correct decision of her life.

She chose to surrender herself and everything to his care, decisively aligning with this man who planned to destroy the world.

Could something illogical, irrational, beyond precise words, truly be conveyed through nothing but a glance and a thought?

Yes, it could.

This was the power of the Beidouquanchuanchengzhe —this was the strength of the Beidouquanshi, who entrusted the fate of the world and humanity's future to their hands, a power greater than their fists.

"Mokari, help us."

The Son of Heaven extended his hand to the hesitant girl.

This was Jia Ji's idea—he had enjoyed killing for a moment, but it had done little to change the situation.

The next breakthrough lay before them: Miss Tian Tong Mokari!

Of course, not some foolish notion of joining the Police Force as a collaborator—Jia Ji had uncovered, behind her hidden identity, the one person capable of turning the tide.

Tian Tong Mokari's grandfather—the sole cabinet official absent that day and thus spared: Tian Tong Kikunosuke.

As the Son of Heaven's personal assistant, unlike the ceremonial monarch, he was the true ruler of the Tokyo District.

Having lost his wife to the Chimera War, he despised Chimeras and Cursed Children, secretly opposing the New Chimera Law—he was one of the primary forces behind the malicious discrimination against the Cursed Children.

Yet he was also the man who murdered Tian Tong Mokari's parents for refusing to join his corrupt ranks.

The girl before her had thus been corrupted, becoming a sword demon bent on vengeance against the Tian Tong clan.

To remember her parents' deaths and the Tian Tong family's crimes, Mokari refused to replace her artificial kidneys, using the pain to remind herself she lived only for revenge; lacking kidney function, she required frequent dialysis to survive…

A sword demon harboring boundless darkness—her unhidden, fiercely burning vengeance was precisely what Jia Ji needed.

And under the Son of Heaven's efforts, she had chosen to temporarily believe in him.

If so, there was no time to waste.

"Come, Brother Ji, I'll take you to kill."

"Who?"

"The old dog you've always wanted to kill but never could—Tian Tong Kikunosuke."

"Then why wait? Hurry, hurry!"

The black-haired, long-haired sailor-suited poor noblewoman-swordsman's face flushed with sickly red, her excitement overflowing.

Today—today!

She would slaughter every last member of her family.

(End of Chapter)