Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 20 The Sentimentality of Ordinary People

This is your last chance, should you use it or not?
Chen Baiyu stood in the shade of a tree, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the half-eaten noodles in her pocket.

The wind rustled through the leaves, tearing the distant noise to shreds. It was the sound of people coming from the direction of Monkey Mountain, mixed with the screams of monkeys, like a pot of boiling broth.

While thinking.

Chen Baiyu looked around at the crowd.

A little girl in a floral dress is holding a cotton candy and standing on tiptoe to look through the glass wall.

Oblivious to the sugar strands of the marshmallow sticking to the tip of his nose, his bright eyes followed a little monkey doing a somersault.

The young couple next to them were arguing quietly about whether to see the tigers or the pandas first.

The man scratched his head.

The woman crossed her arms, her tone carrying a hint of coquettish impatience.

A little further away, several boys who looked like middle school students were gathered around a cell phone.

The screen was blindingly bright; I had no idea what they were looking at.

Every now and then, bursts of laughter would erupt, startling the sparrows on the branches.

There was also an old man with white hair, standing in front of the glass with his hands behind his back, staring blankly at the grinning monkey inside. The wrinkles at the corners of his mouth held an indescribable emotion, as if he was looking at the monkey, or perhaps something else entirely.

Looking at those people.

Chen Baiyu fell silent.

The hypothesis of no resource consumption has been verified, and there is one last chance to use the skill today.

In theory, it should be used on people and record the time of the last use of the skill.

This allows us to verify whether a person is within the skill's effective range, and also to check the mechanism by which the skill's usage count is refreshed the following day.

There are many people here, so you can experiment anytime.

However, he hesitated.

The reason for the hesitation was a slight concern and...

Pretentious?

Yes, you could call it being pretentious.

Because this ability cannot be guaranteed to be completely free of side effects and lingering effects, it would be inappropriate to use it on humans for experiments.

Even if they don't know they're being experimented on.

But no one wants to become a guinea pig for no reason.

Chen Baiyu really thought so.

He is by no means rigid or inflexible; in fact, one could say he has a fairly flexible moral bottom line.

They will not hesitate for a moment when faced with a survival crisis.

If you put a few heinous death row inmates in front of him, or even just people who are morally condemned but haven't been punished by law.

He would start his experiments with a clear conscience, based on his own values.

However, he was not some born evil seed or demon. Before obtaining the system, he was just an ordinary person who was no different from the masses.

It's clearly impossible for someone to suddenly transform into an extreme egoist who believes that success always comes at a cost.

if that's the case.

He wouldn't have persisted in not cheating in that terrible FPS game environment; he would have sacrificed his family long ago and embraced the power of technology.

Some things are different in nature.

He didn't want to do it.

He couldn't bring himself to suddenly turn ordinary people into experimental subjects.

At least, he can't do it right now.

Even without considering many other factors.

From a purely egoistic perspective, he wouldn't want to do such a thing rashly.

Continuing to act will only lead to arrogance, domineering behavior, and even more outrageous behavior. Chen Baiyu didn't want to become so arrogant because of his constantly evolving power that he might end up disregarding the lives of everyone else.

He didn't think this was a good thing.

If you allow power to drive you to solve everything, you will eventually become a puppet of that power.

You can't just give up on everything.

We can't compromise on everything.

Chen Baiyu doesn't know what his future self will think, but at least for now, he hopes he can act according to these thoughts.

As for what to do about the upcoming experiments related to abilities, Chen Baiyu wasn't in a hurry.
Because there is one undeniable truth: the world has never lacked scumbags.

Even if the probability of finding an idiot among eight billion people is only one in ten thousand, that's still a full eight hundred thousand idiots.

There's no need to search for it intentionally.

He had just met up with his aunt and mother after taking photos, and after walking along the nearby stream for a short while, he spotted a target.

He was a man in his thirties, wearing a wrinkled black T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing a half-dragon tattoo on his forearm.

The paint looked dull, like the work of a cheap tattoo parlor on the street.

He was leaning against the railing across the stream, holding an empty mineral water bottle in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on a young mother pushing a stroller not far away.

The mother was bending down to pick up a toy that had fallen on the ground for her child, and her lower back, exposed outside her dress, revealed a patch of fair skin.

The man's gaze seemed glued to her, sliding from her waist down to her legs, a vague smile playing on his lips. His fingers unconsciously traced the edge of the empty bottle, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.

The baby in the stroller had probably just learned to sit up; he was wearing a yellow onesie and waving his little hands, babbling away.

The young mother picked up the toys and straightened up. Seemingly noticing the malicious gaze, she subconsciously moved to the side, pulled the stroller closer to herself, and quickened her pace to leave.

But the man actually followed them.

They maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far, humming an off-key tune, their eyes fixed on each other like the spitting tongue of a viper, refusing to look away.

When they arrived at the stone bridge connecting the stream, he deliberately squeezed closer to the young mother.

Although the movement was small, it made the other person stagger half a step, and the small bag in their hand almost fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry."

"The road is too narrow."

The man spoke, his voice deliberately low and hoarse, but his eyes showed no remorse.

The young mother turned pale, didn't dare to say anything, and walked quickly forward with her bag in her arms.

The baby in the stroller seemed frightened and started to cry softly.

The man watched her flustered figure and chuckled softly, even whistling a few flippant whistles at her retreating back.

My aunt and mother couldn't see or hear what was happening on the other side of the small stone bridge; instead, they continued to observe the waterfowl along the stream.

Upon seeing this, Chen Baiyu stopped and quietly gazed at the man.

After the other person finished whistling, they walked onto the bridge.

Perhaps feeling bored, he casually threw the empty bottle on the ground as he passed the trash can. The bottle hit the stone bridge with a loud bang and rolled onto the road on this side of the bridge.

He didn't even glance at the trash can, as if littering was something perfectly natural.

"Mom, Auntie, you go ahead first, I'm going to take care of the trash."

As Chen Baiyu spoke, she took out the remaining half of the noodle packaging from her pocket, glancing at the scumbag.

See this.

My mother and aunt didn't think much of it and continued walking forward.

Chen Baiyu then turned and walked towards the bridge.

Instead of walking directly towards the man, he first bent down, picked up the empty mineral water bottle from the ground, and threw it into the nearby trash can.

The movement was slow, but it blocked the man's way of leaving.

(End of this chapter)