Chapter 123: Southern Dipper Fist Techniques: Bulk Distribution!

"Stab you, stab you, stab you, stab you…"

Higiri Koyanagi, having regained her autonomy, stared at Jia Ji with her orange-red eyes, muttering incessantly as if she hated him deeply—but her body, honest as ever, dared not approach him.

Even when Jia Ji moved closer, she trembled violently, putting on a fierce but hollow threat.

Though her appearance was adorable, her mantis genes made her extremely aggressive; raised under brainwashing since childhood to revel in killing, she was normally in a yandere state of slashing at others, and even pouted in complaint when told she couldn't cut anyone.

"Come on, strike one more time."

Jia Ji pointed to his own thick, muscular neck, signaling she could attack freely—he'd used speed alone to subdue her and Higiri Kagejin back then, but now he intended to test whether her blade could even scratch him, the bearer of the Northern Dipper Flesh Palace.

But Higiri Koyanagi ignored him entirely, maintaining her fight-or-flight response.

He shook his head, as if knowing she no longer dared strike him.

Jia Ji's peripheral vision caught Higiri Kagejin, his mask removed—his still-handsome face, though far more mature, bore seven-tenths resemblance to Renjiro, the difference between Redp and Miyamoto Shirou.

What a low-tier version of a justice partner.

Higiri Kagejin smiled bitterly and nodded at Jia Ji, acknowledging the plan they'd just discussed.

"From now on, you all work under my 【Tianxia Hui】."

The name sounded terrible, but Jia had just blurted it out on the spot.

Rikiken Renjiro and Soriya Akihisa, defeated by him, had no choice but to accept the truth—after unleashing their full strength with no effect, they realized they were simply not as strong as him.

Perhaps because he was nearby, his will and power gradually reshaped and corrected this twisted world and the distorted beliefs of those around him.

Those he'd beaten began to see their old worldviews collapse, finally understanding reason—though sometimes, they needed two beatings.

And astonishingly, even Higiri Kagejin, who had suffered wounds enough to kill him dozens of times and whose foot was already in hell, forced himself up from a pile of ruin, crawled to Jia Ji's feet, and gripped his hand with difficulty: "Please… please promise me…"

"After I die, let Koyanagi become your power…"

Through his own eyes, he understood: if anyone could turn the entire world into a river of blood, it was this man before him.

He loved bloody, grotesque things—but realizing his death was near, at life's end, he chose to entrust his daughter to this man, so she could see the world beyond him.

"What the hell are you being so serious and sad for?" Jia Ji was speechless; he immediately called Shimuro Sumire over—he knew better than anyone else.

Higiri Kagejin might be no good, but like Renjiro, he was an experiment subject of the 【New Human Creation Project】, designed to fight Ghouls using Kana metal to forge the strongest soldiers, his body almost entirely composed of Kana prosthetics—and Shimuro Sumire, the project's lead, was right next door.

With her here, Higiri Kagejin couldn't die even if he tried.

"And…" Jia Ji grabbed Higiri Kagejin, slapped him twice hard to keep him conscious, and roared in fury: "You're still alive as a father, and you're already planning to make your daughter fight for me?! Listen: no minors on the battlefield from now on."

"..." After a moment of silence, Higiri Kagejin understood more deeply than ever how different and alien this man was from the rest of the world—if what he said was true, then shouldn't all seventy thousand police officers in the country be dissolved immediately?

After all, it was precisely because they discovered the immense combat potential of the 【Cursed Children】 that their mechanized soldier program was terminated.

"Then disband them," Jia Ji ordered directly. "From now on, the Tokyo police system will be phased out. All Cursed Children must attend school… well, you start first."

While being treated, his pupils widened in shock—even Higiri Kagejin, who had begun to believe in him, thought Jia Ji was delusional, spouting utterly unrealistic words, for he knew Koyanagi was now nothing but…

A killing machine.

Without doubt, Higiri Kagejin understood: his daughter had long been turned into a butcher, skilled only in killing, devoid of any normal human cognition.

She might not know how to read or write, but the ways to efficiently, cleanly, and powerfully slit throats had long filled the mind of ten-year-old Koyanagi.

Deeply rooted.

Making her stop killing, suppressing her urge to kill, was ten times harder than making her kill—yet he dared imagine she could calmly attend school? Impossible.

Without years of time and professional psychological treatment, her mindset could never be easily reversed.

"Sigh, I really can't deal with you."

Facing the timid, skittish little girl, who cowered like an injured cat unwilling to submit, Jia Ji's answer was—

—Northern Dipper Amnesia Fist!

It sounded absurd—could a fist technique really erase memories? Nonsense. But when the technique's name was Northern Dipper Divine Fist, it suddenly made sense.

The Northern Dipper system didn't just have moves to erase memory—it even had a secret acupoint called 【Death Loop White】, which made the victim fall in love with the first person they saw upon opening their eyes.

Who the hell used 【Death Loop White】? He didn't know—but Jia Ji, a righteous gentleman, certainly wouldn't. Still, now was the perfect time for the Amnesia Method to shine!

Hehehe, Jia Ji cornered Koyanagi against a wall, then extended one index finger, aiming precisely.

Operate you!

Flash Strike!

His index finger vanished instantly, striking Koyanagi's forehead with a sharp crack—the force surged inside, paralyzing her struggling body.

The blow left her entire body numb and weak, shattered her consciousness, and erased—like windblown sand—all her cruel combat experiences and bloody killing memories in one go.

"Won't she be like a lion with its teeth pulled—powerful but defenseless? How will she survive in this cruel world?" Mokugi asked, puzzled, knowing well what weakness meant.

"Soon, this world won't need killing to survive… but don't worry—I'm no fool who gains power and refuses to use it. I only erased her memories of killing."

"On the contrary, I believe every Cursed Child should possess sufficient strength—not to harm others, but to protect what they cherish."

And how to achieve that?

It's time for a massive distribution of Southern Dipper Fist techniques!

No nuclear proliferation—but fist techniques? Absolutely!

Next chapter will be a bit later.

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