Chapter 40: Jia Ji, You Were Born a Demon

"Hah! I really am naturally gifted at playing villains!"

After capturing all these brats, binding every one of them—boys and girls alike—in tortoise-shell ties and throwing them into their own homes, then tossing the adults, now reduced to nothing but legs, inside as well, Jia Ji let out a wild, triumphant laugh.

Without anyone watching, they’ve started acting out.

"It doesn’t feel like acting..." Chelsea whispered to Miaozi, complaining—what gift? This is pure, unfiltered villainous nature; no one could act this convincingly just through performance.

It’s just their true nature being unleashed!

【Big Divine Dreamer: How’s it going over there @Ice Queen】

The chat group’s little trick: unlimited real-time communication.

This thing works better than a phone.jpg

【Ice Queen: No problem at all. Besides the black eyes you mentioned, I found some unexpected gains.】

【Big Divine Dreamer: Unexpected gains?】

【Ice Queen: You’ll find out when we meet. I’ll be waiting for you in Water Capital Suiwen in two days.】

【Yin-Yang Eye Jianzi: You two… how are you two acting like two high schoolers meeting up at the county mall on a day off? (-_-)?】

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Jia Ji rubbed his chin, not understanding what Esdees was hinting at, but right now, something more urgent awaited him.

That was “Newbie Killer: Extreme Re-education ~ Subjugation ~ [Qidian Translation]!”

All the kids he captured were genuine children around ten years old, and due to Gaozhiqi’s closed-system education and brainwashing curriculum, their cognitive abilities were even weaker than those of ordinary children their age—beyond killing techniques and physical prowess.

Even if you showed them the naked truth—that the Empire had long since rotted away, that it was the very cause of their enslavement and transformation into killers, and that serving the Empire would never improve the people’s lives—

One word from Gaozhiqi, and these kids, who had lived their entire lives by his orders and rules, would still blindly obey.

Having spent their childhoods in constant displacement, caught in the whirlwind of a chaotic era, their personal fates were as insignificant as grass; once a place accepted them, they clung to it desperately.

So, in truth, they had long since come to see this cheap adoptive father as their spiritual pillar.

Even Chi Tong, by nature kind, endured every assassination in torment, burying countless enemies in the Empire’s shadow division like a machine, her hands stained with blood, until she finally witnessed the Empire’s evil corruption—and only then, during the assassination of Najihtan, did she allow herself to be persuaded into joining “NightRaid.”

To reverse the deeply poisoned beliefs of these teenagers and young adults, it would be nearly impossible without long-term, undeniable proof.

But Jia Ji had neither the time nor the patience for that.

"Hehehe..."

He grinned wickedly—You’re going to oppose me, the great villain Jia Ji?

Then don’t blame me for being merciless.

It’s time to give you a strong dose of medicine.

Acupoint activation—engage!

He’d already decided: the BeiDou Sect’s rule that only heirs could use the BeiDou Divine Fist on ordinary people? To hell with it. In his original world, fine—but now he wasn’t even in the BeiDou world anymore. If the Dragon Fist had the guts to cross worlds to enforce discipline, let it try.

Among over a hundred mysterious acupoints with miraculous effects, many could control limbs, behavior, even thoughts and will. To deal with the unyielding fanatic Gaozhiqi, Jia Qi chose—the acupoint [Hard Palate]!

This acupoint strips the victim of speech, forcing them to speak only the truth, answering any question asked—no matter their will.

And as long as Jia Ji forbade it, Gaozhiqi couldn’t even bite his own tongue to kill himself.

Such a terrifying acupoint had one unavoidable flaw: its location, as the name suggested, was in the upper palate—meaning to activate it, one had to stick a finger into another person’s mouth.

Before the group of bound, caterpillar-like assassin trainees, Jia Ji seized the terrified, bald Gaozhiqi, gripped his face with one hand, gritted his teeth against nausea, and shoved his other hand’s fingers into the man’s mouth, fumbling until he found the acupoint—accidentally breaking several teeth in the process.

"Eeeeyaaah~"

If it had been a beautiful girl assassin, fine—but Jia Ji’s first acupoint activation was on another man.

One could only wonder how the ancient masters of BeiDou ever discovered such a hidden acupoint—perhaps only their rigorous spirit of exploration could explain it.

Several of the kids, seeing their “father” treated this way, seemed to forget their own predicament and struggled violently, their eyes blazing with fury as if ready to ignite.

"Enough, enough, stop struggling."

Wiping his fingers on the half-dead Gaozhiqi, Jia Ji found a chair and sat down with exaggerated ease, crossing his legs.

"Now, Gaozhiqi—tell everyone the filthy things you’ve done over the years. Let’s have some fun."

Wh-what’s happening? My muscles won’t obey me—my mouth and tongue now have minds of their own, forcing even my deepest secrets to spill out.

Gaozhiqi’s eyes held confusion, panic, terror—and deep, crushing despair. Under the gaze of the children, he began to recount his life.

Of course, assassinating innocent officials was nothing new; under the Empire’s orders, he’d slaughtered entire families more than once—but the most repulsive act was four years ago, when he bought a hundred children and forced them into a real-life battle royale, selecting only the most qualified to train as elite assassins.

At this point, the children had stopped struggling. They stared at the man they’d been taught to call “father”—the one who’d told them to “fight for the people of the Empire”—with eyes like needles.

Gaozhiqi believed his abilities could only train seven people, so all others who passed the selection were sent to the drug-enhancement unit, injected with life-draining substances to unlock potential; those who couldn’t endure the side effects were discarded as pure expendables.

At this moment, a chill of dread and horror rose in every heart.

If they’d been just a little slower to pass the test, they would never have received this treatment—their fate would have been far worse.

Gaozhiqi continued: he believed “family affection” was the best tool to ensure obedience, so he formed seven “families,” deliberately severing the bond between Chi Tong and Hei Tong—because, in his household, no blood relation could be closer than what he chose.

"Clap, clap." Jia Ji clapped his hands. "Stop."

He’d been watching Chi Tong’s expression—not because he was some kind of eye fetishist, though Chi Tong was indeed cute.

"Here it is, here it is—this is exactly what I wanted to see!"

Her expression now was nothing like before—twisted, dry, shattered. From the ruins of her fractured sanity burned a fire of rage; her teeth were clenched, her slender body trembling violently, her blood-red eyes radiating chilling murderous intent.

How could he… how could he…?

How could he do this to Hei Tong?!

Chi Tong, the ultimate younger-sister-obsessed brother who loved his sister Hei Tong more than anyone else in the world, who believed she was the most adorable being on Earth—how could he possibly endure this continuing?

Yes, yes! This expression—this flavor is perfect!

Jia Ji pulled out the Murasame from his side, slashed twice through her bindings, then shoved the blade into Chi Tong’s hands, trembling like a wounded beast.

The masked man, his head wrapped in bandages, whispered softly into the girl’s ear:

"Do it—for Hei Tong. Use Murasame on him!"

Pure villainous behavior—no explanation needed.

Eye fetishism generally refers to Guanyue Tong from “Haibao.”

I am the supreme eye fetish king.

I love Raishou Tong—you can all curse me now.

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(End of Chapter)