Chapter 351

Beneath the city wall, not a bird chirped.

Everyone's mind echoed Lin An's words.

Judgment!?

The life and death of these nobles are in our hands?

But for a short time, no one dared to speak.

They feared this was another trick.

Although the scene before them was bizarre, it was unlikely to be a noble's 'game'.

But...

Do these lowly commoners truly have the right to judge these exalted nobles?

Under prolonged brainwashing oppression, even their courage to hate openly was worn away.

After a moment.

A man with bloodshot eyes, gripping an iron hoe, mustered courage and glared at the Luns hanging in midair.

He first looked up at Lin An, his voice hoarse:

"My lord!? Are you telling the truth?"

"Can we really judge him!?"

Lin An smiled gently, his voice carrying absolute certainty, the spirit‑power‑enhanced tone inspiring trust:

"Correct."

"Do you know him?"

"If you know him, tell me what he has done."

"Today."

"The life and death of these nobles will be decided by you."

The man shuddered at the words, drew a deep breath, and turned his gaze back to the terrified Luns:

"Of course I know him!"

Gritting his teeth, the man could never forget that silhouette seated in the carriage.

His right hand trembled as he pointed at the Luns:

"This beast! As he passed my stall, he snatched my daughter!"

"They shoved my daughter into the carriage, right in the street...!"

His voice trembled, unable to finish.

The man recalled the face pressed against the glass, screaming in tears, his heart feeling as if sliced by a knife.

After twenty‑three minutes of agony, the beasts, having vented, returned his daughter's corpse.

He could never forgive these beasts; at all times, hatred took root in his heart like a seed.

Unable to cry out, he fell to his knees with a thud.

"My lord! He deserves death! I want him dead!"

As the first accuser appeared, the Survivors' painful Memory was awakened.

A woman crawling on the ground fixed her venomous gaze on the trembling Luns, on the being that once terrified the Bolaka slaves.

"Luns? Do you still remember me?"

"Do you remember how you gouged the flesh from my leg?"

The woman, face crazed, propped up her upper body; beneath her disheveled hair and grime, one could still see her former delicacy.

"Beast! Devil! Scum!"

"Just because my voice wasn't loud enough! You tied me up and sliced my flesh bit by bit with a knife!"

The Luns, hanging helplessly in midair, stared in blank terror at the crazed woman; thousands of venomous gazes felt like swords, making it hard for him to breathe.

He did not remember this woman.

Such things happened all too often, after all this 'game' was popular among the nobles.

He simply could not recall who the woman was.

As the accusations grew, the countless shouts below coalesced into a single word.

"Kill him!!"

Lin An, wearing a faint smile, watched the Survivors whose emotions were stirred, then slowly extended his right hand.

Amid the expectant, tense gazes of the crowd, he lowered his arm.

"Criminal Luns, charged with 191 offenses."

"Judgment result."

"Death!"

The soldiers controlling the rope, hearing the verdict, swiftly tightened the noose around the Luns' neck.

Before a plea could be uttered, the tightened rope seized his neck violently.

His legs kicked wildly, he struggled.

Amid the frenzy of ten thousand, his struggle weakened.

From the moment his legs straightened out.

The once‑sinful flesh died.

A brief silence fell, then the crowd erupted in cheers as if from a dream.

They could not believe the Luns had died so ridiculously; countless Survivors who had suffered abuse, who day and night fantasized about killing their enemy, saw him hanged on the spot.

Behind Lin An, Gao Tian wore a complex expression as he watched the Survivors' emotions begin to run wild.

Now it's just the beginning.

After the entire Judgment process is finished, all Survivors will be completely 'controlled' by Lin An.

"Next, Minister of Finance, Pulun."

The midday sun blazed, its fierce light stinging the eyes, and golden-yellow sunlight spilled over the walltop.

The Judgment that began this morning has continued until now.

Under nearly four hours of Judgment, over 600 nobles were executed en masse.

No one could escape death under the identification of the lower-class Survivors.

Every noble's hands were stained with blood and sin.

The crowd beneath the city walls shouted hoarsely, each face lit with extreme joy and frenzy.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!!"

Amidst the mountain‑calling, sea‑roaring shouts, the 683rd noble was hanged on the city wall.

Corpses hung densely like decorations in a row, swaying in the wind like dried cured meat.

The Judgment proceeded faster and faster, as people stepped forward one after another to accuse this rabble of their crimes.

In the state of extreme mental excitement, many weak‑bodied slaves fainted upon seeing their great enemy punished.

Hungry, under the scorching sun.

Yet this did not affect the frenzy of nearly a million Survivors in the slightest.

No one wished to leave, no one remained calm.

The man in white robes clutching his wife and daughter shouted hoarsely; even if he could not see clearly, he wanted to watch the gang boss who had once oppressed him hang before his eyes.

The ballet dancer who once blocked the road, supported by her husband, looked tear‑filled as the noble who had toyed with her was hanged while begging for mercy.

She, who had been like a walking corpse, mad, gradually regained her sight as she saw the noble who had once insulted her being noosed.

She followed the crowd, shouting and weeping, repeatedly crying out for the execution of this demon.

When the man saw Lin An bathed in light, he was shocked and tightened his hold on his wife.

He recognized those eyes he had seen only once, and recognized Zhang Tie, who had slipped two pieces of dried meat into his pocket.

"It's him! It's him!"

"It's that benefactor!!"

His lips trembling, he clung tightly to his wife, the uneaten meat strips pressed firmly against his chest.

Unlike others who were venting hatred and lost in ecstasy,

He looked gratefully at Zhang Tie, then at Lin An, and subconsciously his nose soured as he knelt down and wailed bitterly.

A woman wearing a single stocking, her face heavily made up, stood in the crowd, her expression complex as she gazed at her sister beside her.

She recognized Gao Tian standing behind Lin An.

After seeing the slave‑master who had driven her out of the city being hanged, her usually indifferent, numb face shed two tears, smudging her heavy makeup.

She had thought she no longer cared about these things.

She had thought she would no longer hate, and had grown accustomed to living in this world like a walking corpse.

As the last noble was hanged amid the mountain‑calling, sea‑roaring cries, Lin An stepped out of the city wall.

Countless soft sounds rose; people looked on, unable to comprehend, as the man who had "done justice" for them leapt from the wall.

In the next breath.

The whole city fell silent; everyone plunged from extreme ecstasy into shock.

The man before them actually hung suspended in mid‑air, his back to the blazing sun.

In the shock, Lin An decided to complete the final act.