Chapter 31: No More Compromise

[Soul Heritage Completion: Current Soul Su'er.Daoweng synchronization rate 47.6%, satisfaction 31.9%]

[Justice does not wait, nor can it compromise—Su'er.Daoweng]

【Private Commission: “Continuation of the Light of Law” completed.】

[It may not be the best, but it’s a nuisance without it—Su'er.Daoweng]

【No executable tasks remain. Submit settlement to end this Soul Possession early?】

Touching the magic book, Li En weighed the costs and benefits.

In the end, he chose to refuse.

【Biological Rank: Inferior Stone, Status: Strength 3(13), Physique 4(11), Agility 3(6), Spirit 5(16)】

The numbers in parentheses are temporary data—or false stats under external enhancement.

He desperately needed strength; without Soul Possession, his combat power didn’t just drop—it plummeted to rock bottom, reverting him overnight to his original state.

He knew that after completing the “commission,” he might gain clues to a new Soul Card—or even receive one directly.

The initial phase of a new Soul Card attachment should be the strongest moment.

“But it’s unstable, and beyond my current control.”

Li En wasn’t sure whether Su'er.Daoweng was among the most powerful Soul Cards, or merely average or weak.

But when facing evil, facing this dark world, this unyielding justice was more effective, more trustworthy.

“Welcome, welcome.”

Disguised as a thug, Li En cheerfully opened the door, looking at Eugene with a genuine smile.

This overly sincere welcome and smile even made Eugene, a man who had seen countless faces, pause. He was startled—could the fat pig’s claim be true? Had he truly become an idol of the lower docks?

After all, he had risen from nothing; it was natural these people respected him.

“Hmm.”

In response to the thug’s eagerness, he happily replied, shrugging off his coat and handing it over.

“Where’s Dimon?” Suddenly, he grew displeased.

What was his status? How dare that little worm not come out to greet him!

Sometimes, those who lack something value it most—clearly, Li En’s judgment was correct: Eugene deeply lacked “respect” and prized “etiquette.”

What he needed most, then, was not superficial fear, but heartfelt closeness—and reverence bordering on worship.

“Boss? He’s in the kitchen.”

Eugene frowned, annoyed—but then he smiled, because the “simple-minded thug” added:

“Boss is cooking personally. He said he must prepare it himself for you; none of the brothers could stop him. Ha, don’t worry—Boss used to be a chef. His cooking is famous.”

Recalling Dimon’s background from the files, “Black Gold” Eugene nodded in satisfaction.

“He’s thoughtful.”

People of low origin who rise often treat their past as a taboo—at least before Eugene, no one dared mention his shoemaker’s son roots. His neighbors, those who once mocked him, had all died in “accidents.”

Eugene understood this mindset well. Seeing Dimon, despite being a gang boss, personally cook for him, he smiled again.

“This way, the banquet is ready. Boss said the items were brought over too.” The seemingly dim thug hesitated before continuing.

“We’ve also set up a table in the side hall, arranged some entertainment—sent for performers from ‘Eternal Melody.’ Perhaps, sir, you’d like to relax there too.”

Since “Eternal Melody” became the docks’ most popular brothel, “melody” had become the favored naming style for all kinds of “courts” in the district.

“Eternal Melody” was no match for the original, but it was a tier below—and for Dimon to afford their services, it was part of his sincerity.

“He’s truly thoughtful.” Sometimes, the sincerity of hospitality mattered more than comfort.

His bodyguards were excellent—but he himself had this particular taste.

Looking at Xier’s hopeful eyes, Eugene hesitated—then remembered the glowing red gem. To hesitate even a moment was to disrespect his own life!

You didn’t come yourself—can’t blame me if I don’t share.

Greed often leads men into dead ends, blindly walking into traps even they find foolish.

Lust strips away basic vigilance, letting the reptilian brain rule the mind.

When a holy knight, meant to practice celibacy, devises such a sly scheme, even Talia would sigh—he’d seen too much.

And now, smiling and nodding,

he was so pleased by the flattery and blinded by the imminent treasure that he cheerfully sent his bodyguard to find women next door.

“Tch, waste. Deserves to be a lackey forever.”

He was glad to keep more for himself—and even spat after Xier as he hurried away.

Following the “simple-minded thug’s” guidance, he entered a small room where steaming dishes already filled the table.

On it lay a bag—the priceless red gem, exposed for all to see!

Instantly, he lost composure. How could Hero’s Blood be treated like this? Wait—such a large bag—could there be other degradation materials inside?!

He was overjoyed, yet his expression grew colder.

Now that the treasure was before him, he no longer rushed.

The meat was right in front of him—who could take it from him now?

He sat down at a distance, just far enough to clearly see the bulging bag.

“What else is inside? This shape—it looks like a horn. Ah, yes—he was a Lizardman Knight. Did he follow the pseudo-dragon path? No wonder he was so strong.”

Filled with distractions, Eugene’s eyes and mind were consumed by the rare treasure. He even considered altering his own evolution path to suit this precious material.

If he could advance just one step, another twenty years of life should be possible.

He didn’t notice the simple-minded thug behind him, still flattering him, now smiling with delight.

“Chicken soup’s here!”

Before the man entered, his voice came first. The door burst open as a bulky figure carried in a large pot.

The steaming, meat-filled broth looked appetizing at a glance.

The dishes on the table were also exquisite—this junior had truly put in effort.

As Eugene smiled in satisfaction and pondered how to promote this junior, the figure behind him smiled even wider.

He, Li En, slowly and silently drew his longsword from the large vase by the wall, holding it with one hand.

“Judgment of the Sin Realm.”

The silent judgment was about to activate.

“Crash!”

But a second earlier, Dimon, overjoyed at Eugene’s arrival, “accidentally” dropped the pot.

Hot broth spilled outward—toward Eugene. Fortunately, the distance was enough; only a few splashes touched him.

“How careless!” He leapt up to dodge, his full attention fixed ahead.

Behind him, a low, joyful roar echoed—and blinding silver light erupted.

“Holy Slash!”

Li En swung his sword with fury and full strength.

Scenes of being paraded repeatedly through the slave market flashed through his mind. He had waited too long for this moment.

When the silver light finally fell, when the holy sword of Zhuxie could finally strike—

“For those children, for the weak, for those turned into livestock—”

Free citizens queued to become slaves, children kidnapped, wives and daughters lured away by schemes—too many, too many.

Slave traders, gambling dens, brothels—all those numb faces pointed to one target.

“Evil must be purged!”

Thus, his most perfect Holy Slash to date was born.

Silver light flooded the blade of the Sword of Courage, condensing his righteous fury into a silver holy sword.

The enemy stood before him.

What are you waiting for? Swing.

Justice needs no more compromise.

In the instant the blade truly fell, Li En’s face twisted in ecstasy.

“Die, scum!”

(End of Chapter)