Origin Paradise!

Silverblade looked at someone intently and said, "The headmaster said that the first time he saw you, he knew you were someone who could seize your destiny."

Jiang He remained noncommittal. The power of destiny usually belongs to the world. If the world is unwilling to see the seven swords of Damocles reunite, it means that the reunion will inevitably cause some kind of great change.

He carries the title, or rather the symbol, of his foe; the fate of the colorless sword is hidden, and is most likely ineffective against him.

The problem is, how did Principal Tachibana figure it out? If it were a player, the executive officer's exclusive prompt wouldn't have responded; if it were someone else, the prediction would be even more perplexing.

Jiang He pondered as she walked toward the hospice ward on the first floor of the action building.

Mirai Kamishiro and Silverblade stared blankly as this guy left without saying goodbye, walking further and further away.

"Senior, I haven't said goodbye yet."

"We're just traveling together; we'll part ways sooner or later. Once we realize that, there's no point in saying goodbye."

Jiang He waved his hand, his face serious. He had been distracted and forgotten about these two guys, which was indeed a bit impolite, but there must be something wrong with Ju Jian, it was just that he was unsure of the type and extent of the problem.

On the way, he passed a message to Zhuang Ya.

"Come over at noon, there's a gift."

"Ok."

……

Meanwhile, at Chiyoda Elementary School.

"Zhuang Ya, don't get distracted during the activity."

"And you've been slacking off lately, I'm going to have to criticize you."

On the outdoor playground, the young female supervisor gently reminded everyone that they needed to warm up before the tug-of-war, but the little girl in white often just went through the motions during similar after-school activities.

"flower."

Zhuang Ya took out a small white flower from her pouch, held it up earnestly, and handed it over.

"Oh dear, the supervisors are way past the age of liking flowers. Is it true that every supervisor likes them?"

"Just for you."

Wow!

The young female supervisor's expression changed, and she immediately smiled broadly, quickly taking the package and saying, "Thank you, I really like it."

Zhuang Ya nodded; this human was easy to deal with.

Chapter 525 Petrochemical Powers

The hospice is located on the first floor of the action building.

This place was originally one of the indoor basketball courts of the Operations Department. After receiving special permission from the deputy minister Silver Blade, it became the club's activity room. As of now, the hospice care club only has three members, but since the president also serves as the head of the First Operations Section, there are theoretically as many as two hundred peripheral members.

"Section Chief, the prisoner is in position."

A team leader stood up straight and reported.

On the basketball court, several armed operatives in black uniforms held thirty gagged and blindfolded death row inmates at bay. These inmates came from various district prisons in the fortress, and given the size of the operations department, it wouldn't be too difficult to acquire them once the execution was confirmed.

"You'll have to handle the relevant documentation yourselves."

"Multiple arson attacks, serial murders, planning attacks, organizing rebellions, trafficking in contraband..."

Jiang He browsed through the prisoner information and had to admit that these guys were all talented, especially the one who organized the rebellion.

Hiroyama, only twenty-two years old, led two thousand non-magicians in a rebellion two months ago, attacking the Taiko Mansion in Chiyoda Ward, resulting in the deaths of over a thousand people.

He is a member of the Magic-Free Alliance, which has publicly stated that it is committed to eliminating inequality between magicians and non-magicians. The alliance has a large number of members and is very well hidden.

The Alliance of No Magic, the Order of Darkness, and the Crimson Lord's Society are the three major unstable organizations in the fortress.

"Section Chief, there's some trouble with this Haoshan Village." The action team leader said in a low voice when he saw someone paying attention. "Chiyoda Prison is making things difficult for him. More than one high-ranking Taiko has been hinting at taking care of him in private, but the Kyushu clan's attitude is very firm."

Not all members of the Taiko high-ranking officials possess the aptitude of a mage. Magical training requires a great deal of time and energy, so in terms of management, ordinary people generally have an advantage.

"So you just threw it out?" Jiang He said.

"It was transferred twice," the operation leader recalled.

Jiang He thought to herself, "That was specially delivered to me, and even the captain in front of me might not be 'loyal'."

"Kill them without hesitation."

Upon hearing this, the action team leader stiffened and quickly replied, "Yes."

A moment later, a member of the team handed Jiang He a sharpened knife, which he took and began the execution.

Swish!

With a flash of the blade, a head fell to the ground, blood gushing from the severed neck. The headless corpse remained bound to the stake, a stench emanating from beneath its clothes.

Upon realizing that the execution had begun, many of the death row inmates struggled frantically, each one like a wild beast desperately resisting, their whimpers and low growls rising and falling.

Swish swish!

One by one, human heads rolled to the ground.

The captain watched the execution with a serious expression. This operations chief had extremely high skill; he had killed several people with an ordinary knife, and the blade showed no signs of wear, which amazed the captain.

Among the death row inmates, a young man who had been sleeping suddenly trembled. His vision was black, and he could not speak, but he was quite calm and seemed to still be thinking effectively.

[Note: Due to the violator's surrender, you have been introduced as the Origin Redeemer]

[Hint: You are currently in the initial penalty phase]

[Hint: A penalty mission has been issued]

[Task Name: Perhaps We Can Survive]

[Mission Objective: Survive within the Berserker Society]

[Mission Brief: Forbidden Experiment Subject - Coffin Prince, in less than a month after awakening, successively killed a large number of tactical-level mages and high-ranking nobles, and successfully buried the True Ancestor. He is exceptionally cold-blooded, ruthless, and possesses extraordinary combat power, ranking among the most dangerous individuals of his time. He also harbors secrets, but as a former alchemist, you theoretically still have a way to survive...]

[Task Penalty: None]

[Task Reward: None]

[Task Time Limit: None]

[Task Hint: One liquid / One invitation]

The young man was extremely anxious. For a subordinate race like himself, the rules of origin were extremely strict. He had violated the rules first, and in principle, he should have to make a contribution to atone for his sins.

"Damn brain, think!"

The young man's forehead veins bulged, and he knew without a doubt that, according to the Origin's tradition, the approaching executioner was someone he, as a being of gold, could not possibly resist.

Swish swish!

The sound of heads hitting the ground was deafening.

An indescribable sense of oppression was palpable.

"I'd like to invite you to visit Wine Star!"

Swish!

With a swift stroke, the blade fell, and a head flew off.

Jiang He was taken aback, and mumbled something incoherently.

The next moment, a special invitation landed in his hand.

"The Myriad Races Wine Festival, located on Wine Star..."

"The confirmed meeting time... was half a day ago."

"Killed a violator, huh? The origin is really frugal."

Jiang He pondered. Clearly, the moment the wine festival was confirmed, Origin had sent the path to him, which felt somewhat like a company holiday perk.

[Hint: The countdown to the Golden Age world war has begun. Will you respond to the Origin Summon?]

"Yes," Jiang He replied. There was nothing more to say. The World Championship would greatly enhance the strength of the winner, so he had no reason to refuse. However, he would not set off now.

Accept the invitation; there are only a few death row inmates left.

Suddenly, the club's doors burst open, and a middle-aged man rushed in, panting, shouting, "Spare his life!"

In an instant, all the operatives raised their guns. The Operations Department has the authority to enforce the law against unauthorized intruders into the Magic Department, and can even kill them on the spot.

“Your Highness, I am a deacon of the Magicless Alliance. I would like to speak with you about Haoshan Village and some other matters.”

Jiang He waved his hand, and the action team leader, with great insight, led his team members away. Of the three unstable organizations, apart from the Dark Servant Cult, which was a complete target, the other two were in the gray area, and the Red Monarch Society was an extreme group led by the Red Monarch.

"sit."

Jiang He casually sat on a headless corpse, took out a pot of dragon blood wine to quench his thirst, and the blade in his hand brushed against the clothes next to him, instantly making them look brand new and gleaming with a cold light.

The middle-aged deacon's face turned somewhat pale. Before coming here, he never expected that there would be such a slaughterhouse in the Magic Department, this hall of magical brilliance.

“Your Highness, I am representing the leader’s will this time.”

"name."

"Um... I've actually never seen the leader's face either. The alliance usually conducts communication at all levels through secret websites."

"continue."

The middle-aged deacon tried to calm himself down and said in a friendly manner, "We know that when His Highness first awoke, he did not have any magic and faced pervasive discrimination from the Taiko clan and regular students of the magic department. We felt the same way."

"In order to change this discrimination, we like-minded people formed the Magic-Free Alliance. Even without magic, we can still master the power to suppress magic."

Jiang He interrupted, "Does everyone in the alliance possess anti-magic power?"

The middle-aged deacon was somewhat embarrassed upon hearing this, and said after careful consideration, "It will definitely work in the future, but right now the cadres need to focus more on this."

"What does it take to become a cadre?" Jiang He asked.

“A simple ceremony.” The middle-aged deacon’s eyes lit up, thinking there was progress, and he quickly said, “All you need to do is swear allegiance to the leader and uphold the ideals.”

Jiang He immediately lost interest, stood up, and picked up his knife.

"Wait a minute!" The middle-aged deacon hurriedly reached out and said, "Your Highness, we can discuss whether or not to join. Could you spare Haoshan Village this time? We promise not to make a fuss after we leave. The alliance leader is also very powerful. I hope Your Highness will think it over!"

Jiang He's gaze was somewhat strange. "Who said you could leave?"

The middle-aged deacon was bewildered upon hearing this.

"Someone, bring another execution document."

The team leader immediately led his team back, and together they detained the thirty-first death row inmate.

The middle-aged deacon was shocked. He struggled frantically, shouting incredulously, "Prince of the Coffin, you are simply unreasonable!"

Jiang He remained calm. Since the other party did not mention the title of Alliance Leader, he was free to leave or stay as he pleased. However, now that the battle with the True Ancestor was over, if he chose to back down in the face of the so-called Alliance Leader, or even if it was just a title, once the news spread, the probing and troubles that were of little benefit but costly would continue.

Therefore, outsiders might think that Prince Coffin's condition had deteriorated to the point of being unable to fight due to the battle with the True Ancestor.

"The road is one you choose, and the road you walk."

"Hate me all you want."

Swish!

With a flash of light, the middle-aged deacon's head fell to the ground.

The other death row inmates, whose hearing was not impaired, were immediately filled with despair, especially Haoshan Village, who was completely hopeless. The so-called prince was simply taking pleasure in killing.

Swish swish!

The execution was completed in an instant.

Jiang He contacted Shindai Future, and with the size of the Jiuye family, handling the affairs of the middle-aged deacon would not be a problem.

One crime, one trial, one imprisonment, one transfer—all can be completed without the person's presence; one can get on the bus first and buy the ticket later. The hidden harm of these three unstable organizations is the lack of human rights.

"Senior, you can't keep messing around like this. I'm also working very hard, but this time the junior adjutant will still help you."

Jiang He moved the communicator slightly away. What kind of tone is this?

"Is it acting strange?"

"Isn't it true what you said, senior? We're just traveling together for a while, and we'll have to part ways sooner or later? I think that makes sense. That's how it is with friends, so I thought I should treat you even better."

"By the way, senior, does the hospice care club have any confirmed performances? Every club needs to contribute to the school festival."