Chapter 133: The World

"The wind tonight is particularly noisy..."

If Tokyo-area workers chose to sleep at 5: 0 and wake at 13: 4, or if nocturnal cursed children with owl-like dynamic vision factors glanced toward the newly built, gleaming osmium alloy wall of 【Kivotos】, they would have seen two strange figures.

The biting night wind would make anyone shiver, but it meant nothing to these two figures.

The taller one had thick, coarse black hair; though he looked fearsome, his genuine smile conveyed good spirits, and against the night, he radiated a rugged masculine charm.

The smaller one was petite and slender, wearing a cute dress, her fiery crimson hair being stroked continuously by the tall man, her face showing pure delight.

He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with crisp air.

Compared to the industrial boom of the century's end, after the Ghouls' rampage forced humanity to retreat, global vegetation coverage exploded over the past decade, and the environment—once devastated—improved dramatically.

During that great war, humanity deployed nuclear weapons more than once, but immediately halted this foolish practice upon discovering it had no effect on the Zodiac Belt.

Perhaps this was the one good thing: they stopped early enough to avoid the long nuclear winter and wasteland era that befell the North Star World, until someone punched through the nuclear dust and crops grew again.

Though the forests hid dangerous Ghouls, humanity, having mastered new powers and developed a drug that halted the Ghoul virus's infection rate, now saw these creatures as merely larger, uglier monsters.

"This world is gradually improving."

Jia Ji declared this.

After unifying Japan's five major settlements, he spent several more days, taking Scorpio back and forth across the entire island, crushing every Class-4 Ghoul—including Pleiades, who once spewed massive stone steles of corrosion fluid from the original story.

Then he crossed the sea to visit other major nations that had survived the Ghoul War.

No matter what secrets the world's governments hid, what research nations or ruling classes secretly conducted on Ghouls, why Ghouls existed, why they attacked humans, why the Cursed Children were despised, what the "Domain" was, or what else lay hidden beneath the ice—

None of it mattered.

Jia Ji's task was simple: ride Scorpio and crush everything blocking his path.

He found that Cursed Children elsewhere were treated far better than in Japan; though still forced to fight, they were not treated as mere tools, had basic living guarantees, and were not subject to unchecked abuse or discrimination.

When Jia Ji voiced his demands, normal people—who never held the absurd belief that "Cursed Children brought disaster"—unanimously agreed to comply.

As for diehard fools with less brainpower than a walnut, their fate could only be described in one phrase: Jia Ji said nothing, only unleashed the North Star Thousand Hands Kill.

The reason Japan became so twisted was obvious—it was still that ancient, time-honored, rebellious culture that rejected anything different from itself.

"Actually, they're afraid of you."

"Afraid?"

Yan Zhu asked, puzzled.

Cursed Children were born with greater strength than ordinary humans, yet simultaneously remained a persecuted minority.

"Yan Zhu, possessing power isn't to let yourself be hurt—it's to make every idiot respect me, fear me, worship me, believe in me—"

Yan Zhu stared, transfixed, at Jia Ji, who stood with arms outstretched against the night wind, come from another world to aid them; his words radiated unshakable confidence. Though it felt slightly out of character, the girl's spirit soared, her eyes shining as if witnessing brilliant stars.

"It's like poetry."

She said it involuntarily.

Immediately emboldened by her praise, Jia Ji pressed on, pouring out his philosophy to the little girl, imprinting his colors upon her.

"Fist power is authority!"

"Love is the strongest fist power—in other words, fists forged by love are the strongest! The bigger and harder the fist, the more you protect what you cherish!"

Even he could occasionally say something quite reasonable.

Now, who could tell the difference between Jia Ji and a savior?

"Remember, as an evil faction, your first rule is to crush every opponent into the mud, make them swallow their own tears mixed with snot..."

"Hmph! Brother Jia Ji isn't evil—he's the greatest good person in the world!"

Yan Zhu, snapping back to her senses, immediately rebuked Jia Ji, who had veered wildly off course.

Yet even he couldn't predict: after enduring life's lowest points, facing hardship, and being ground down, what heights would these Cursed Children reach once given the chance and environment to grow stronger?

Looking at the ground beneath his feet—once rubble, now gradually taking shape through collective effort—Jia Ji felt no small pride.

Nanobot machines, technology acquired from aliens and simple enough for even dumb Blue Star humans to manufacture, worked ceaselessly, erecting buildings and facilities at visible speed, causing the city to form and expand rapidly.

Cursed Children from across the world kept arriving, drawn to this city full of hope.

He had once wished for the world's "harmony" and "change"—a dream unfulfilled in her world—but after Jia Ji's intervention, half of it had already been achieved in the Black Bullet World; the rest would require long effort, but hope was now visible.

"Here is today's list of rebels."

At some point, the Holy Empress appeared behind him and handed him a sheet covered in densely written names—all violators of the new laws.

"Expedite them all!"

Jia Ji waved his hand and issued his verdict.

"Execute them all. Don't wait until tomorrow."

Nuclear winter has been disproven, but the operation of building a city for Cursed Children is too classic to skip.

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(End of Chapter)