"Do not... do not forcibly conscript child soldiers... didn't you hear my words..." Xiao Ying staggered on the road, holding a wine gourd.

"Where did this drunkard come from, get lost!" A soldier shoved the drunken Xiao Ying aside and dragged the crying children toward the barracks.

Xiao Ying's eyes darkened, and the next moment, the soldier was torn apart, blood and flesh splattering everywhere.

"People are so irritable, but this heart is quite beautiful..." Xiao Ying wobbled as he dug out the soldier's heart, pressed it against his face, smearing his face red, then casually tossed the heart away, his fingers trailing blood.

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Year 30 of the Heavenly Era.

"Ah ah ah—look!"

The street's residents stared up in a daze, seeing a man hanging naked, covered with scars from an antenna pole, with the words written beside him in blood: [This is the consequence of procedural justice's failure!!]

"Isn't that the criminal from a few days ago? He killed several girls, and because he had connections at home and the evidence was insufficient, he got off scot-free." People talked among themselves:

"Justice is served, such a murderer deserves to die!"

"No way... if vigilantism runs rampant, the world will be in chaos. Who did this... the body is covered with wounds from torture, it's terrifying."

In a one-story house ten meters away, Xiao Ying calmly cleaned the blood on the walls, buried the shattered bones and torture instruments in the dirt, took the eyeballs he had dug out, put them in his pocket, and set off again with a pot of wine.

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To expose and voice for the weak.

To sweep away obstacles for ultimate justice.

To renew the decaying upper class through bloody means.

Xiao Ying didn't actually want to uphold justice, he just felt that he was challenging authority, a great way to seek death. Unconsciously, he acquired the moniker of the "Slaughter Angel." People said there's a Slaughter Angel walking the mortal world, with jet-black hair and eyes, unknown origins and name, but wherever he goes, all evil is slain, all gloom dispelled. His name for slaughter was born for light and justice...

He was indifferent to such praise and didn't care about people's criticisms or admiration. If morality played a role in everything, it would give moral hypocrites an opportunity, living as tiring as Su Ming'an. So he simply abandoned morality, and no one could accuse him. Evil people live more comfortably than good people.

If someone could kill him, it would be even better.

Once, to protect a group of innocent civilians, he antagonized almost the entire kingdom's upper class. He was hunted into deep forests, subjected to carpet bombing, with thirty-four bullet holes in his body.

He lay on the ground, arms outstretched, smiling, expecting to welcome death happily. Yet unexpectedly, his bleeding stopped automatically, the bullet holes soon healed, and he felt not a hint of death approaching.

"Haha, hahahaha...! Hahahahahaha!!!" He lay in his own pool of blood, laughing hysterically:

"Su Ming'an! Angel Lord! Angel Lord!! Hahaha—!!"

"I can't die! What do I do! Angel Lord—please kill me! Please let me atone..."

He felt he had fallen into a nightmare where he couldn't live or die—his positional rank was too high, his body's healing speed too fast, it was difficult for anyone to kill him. Even if he snapped his own neck, the broken bones would heal automatically, even if he jumped into lava, it was like taking a bath. Unless people like Chao Yan, Su Ming'an acted against him, he was almost impossible to kill.

...? Why was there a blank in his mind... never mind, it wasn't important.

He lay on the ground in despair for a long while, dazed for a moment, then stared at the azure sky, smiling.

His bloodstained hand shaded his vision, and he licked the cold blood on his lips.

"You must be watching me from the sky."

"Please redeem me... Angel Lord..."

...

Finally, for death, he disguised himself as a delicate woman, went to the most dangerous casino to attract people's greed, where pitiful people often got killed. After he went, several dozen people did smirk and approached him.

One night later, when people opened the casino doors, they found at the feet of a delicate woman, hundreds of war-torn corpses. And "she" sat on a pyramid-like pile of bodies, eyes vacant and helpless, a long smoking pipe lit in her mouth, softly blowing smoke rings.

The crooked pink lights of the casino cast an ambiguous and seductive glow on his face, yet the bloodstains on his face made those who opened the door instantly weak at the knees, kneel down.

"I intended to die simply..." "She" puffed on the smoking pipe, butterfly-like eyelashes trembling, leaving a phrase that terrified people for decades: "But I ended up luring out the snakes again... I wasn't here for 'tempting fate and punishing evil by doing good'..."

...

That night, after Xiao Ying passed out drunk, he had a dream.

He saw Su Ming'an sitting quietly by the fountain of the Old Day Church, eating a bag of bread. White doves pecked at the grains, their feathers floating in the air.

This was... a scene before any tragedy had occurred.

Xiao Ying stumbled forward. The wounds that had healed long ago now appeared menacing—neck bones crumbled into glass-like powder, lips marked with scissor cuts, all limb's veins severed, his entire body lashed with execution-like scars... he walked toward Su Ming'an like a skinless blood man.

And Su Ming'an lifted his head, looked at him indifferently, eyes showing just the right amount of politeness and restraint, as if facing every unfamiliar stranger.

Terrified, Xiao Ying sat beside Su Ming'an, timidly wanting to extend his hand, but saw his five fingers neatly broken and retracted his hand.

This was a dream where "no tragedy had occurred," yet he felt nervous akin to hesitating near his home, unable to speak, even in a dream.

"Sir, why are you so wounded." Su Ming'an continued eating the bread, his clear gaze unwavering even faced with someone so terrifying.

"I..."

In the next second, Xiao Ying felt the wet heat on his face.

Tears that hadn't fallen in sixty years, tears not shed for Su Ming'an's disgusted gaze... now fell due to a dream person's light words...

He opened his trembling lips, speaking through tears, beginning to express a wish for redemption. To this wronged person beside him... he poured out his apologies. He couldn't pull the lever when the tram came, leading it towards the side where his mother was bound... sorry.

Only in a dream could he dare to voice his pain.

The youth chewing on bread, after hearing his words of contrition, said: "You say... you are an extremely evil person, doing all sorts of massacres for your own desires. Then, the ultimate direction of everything driving you... why is it 'redemption'?"

"Isn't redemption good?"

"Isn't ultimate justice justice?"

"The means are evil, but if the end is towards good, is this unforgivable?"

Xiao Ying widened his eyes.

"Everyone is gray, you can't label someone as unforgivable for one evil deed. Nor can you demand a person commit to lifelong virtue for one act of kindness, if they act out of self-interest, their image collapses, to be condemned by thousands." Su Ming'an said:

"You are not a good man, but you are not a bad one either."

"At least over the past few decades, you have indeed saved thousands of people. Shen Mingsu might not forgive you, but these thousands of people will surely affirm your goodness."

Xiao Ying's gaze trembled violently as he pleaded, grabbing Su Ming'an's arm:

"What is a bad person? And what is an ideal? Procedural justice's evil and result-oriented justice's good, which is more important? Angel, can you tell me the answer..."

It was a question he had asked before, one to which Su Ming'an had not replied at the time. Now, the Su Ming'an in his dream smiled gently and said something softly.

In that moment, the sky was a clear blue, and Bai Yu kissed a forehead. The sunset extended behind them, as if falling into a pale dream.

He suddenly understood what Su Ming'an had left unsaid at the time—

—[Justice will forcibly turn ordinary people into demons—if result-oriented justice is not achieved, then procedural justice leading to the abyss is meaningless.]

Finally, he received the answer, raising Su Ming'an's hand to place it on his own neck.

In Su Ming'an's puzzled, clear eyes, Xiao Ying revealed a pale smile.

"Please... let me be free... Heavenly Father."

All the apologies and regrets at last held meaning.

He tightened his grip on Su Ming'an's hand, little by little.

No one could kill him, not even he himself could crush his own neck bone. His instinctual will to live would always overpower his self-destructive desire at the last moment, making it impossible for him to die. But there was one person who surely could.

The one... for whom he wished to atone, the one for whom he'd willingly meet death. Even if it was in a dream, it surely could...

His expression was not that of a human longing for the death bestowed by a deity, but rather like a believer hoping for salvation.

His fingers tightened inch by inch, his cervical vertebrae making cracking sounds, his face gradually turning blue and purple, yet his expression was more serene than any fairy tale. The eyes of the young man before him remained clear, as if not understanding what this was.

... Heavenly Father.

Finally... finally...

Xiao Ying finally closed his eyes, a smile of liberation on his lips.

With a crisp sound, his neck bone shattered, never to heal again.

...

A few days later, someone discovered this remote little hut, where an elderly corpse lay on the bed. This shabby, drunken old man had died in his sleep, his body already marked with livor mortis. Perhaps this old man drank himself to sudden death, or some acute disease struck him in his sleep. It didn't matter, nor was it important.

The people hastily buried his body, tossed the wine jars outside, and tore down the house. How would the farmers know this was the legendary Slaughter Angel who punishes evil and promotes good? It was just a shabby old drunk reeking of alcohol to them, one they even disdained to dirty their hands with.

The black bird sculpture was also regarded as a crudely made handicraft, thrown into the trash bin.

...

In the second life, Xiao Ying was born in a slum, named Xiao Kai.

Snatching food from stray dogs, scavenging leftovers from trash cans, sleeping under the bridge... The reason he endured all these pains, not using his prowess to travel far and wide, was all because he discovered that in Ocean City there was a legendary captain named Su Xiaobai.

The palm shown by this captain... was identical to Su Ming'an's hand.

"I finally... found you." He felt extreme joy flooding his heart, deliberately becoming a seemingly harmless newspaper boy, intentionally bruising himself, and then delivering newspapers to Su Ming'an...

Finally, he blocked Dieying and called out that casual...

"Father."

—This was the beginning of everything.

...

Heavenly Father.

The pristine White Tower, the unwavering good in my heart.

I finally... see you again.

...

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[The Age of Navigation (Heavenly Era year 1 - Heavenly Era year 61) is the first recorded period in human history. The eras preceding are lost to history for unknown reasons. This era of prosperity and peace is documented in three stages.]

[Emerging Period (year 1–30): Times of change, disappearance of history. People farming and weaving, thriving commercial trade, crafts, and emerging literature, all show signs of flourish.]

[Prosperous Period (year 30–50): Legendary navigator Su Xiaobai opened sea trade routes, set sail far and wide, carving waves. During these twenty years, overseas exploration boomed, national treasures amassed, trade flourished. The Kingdom of Celt was opulently wealthy, a prosperous trade nation of its time.]

[Decline Period (year 50–61): Legendary navigator Su Xiaobai retired. Western ironclad ships rose, sea dominance changed hands, the prosperous spectacle faded into yesteryear, trade routes were severed, and the splendid lands turned into places of invasion. The grand scenes remain in texts for future generations to learn from.]

[Heavenly Era year 61, deities descended, prohibiting navigation with an oracle, halting maritime wars. Known in history as the "Event of the Sea Ban." The Age of Navigation ended entirely, the war drained the vitality of various countries, leading nations to close their doors for a hundred years.]

[Heavenly Era year 62, the Ancient Eastern Country rose with the wind, its talismans, swords, and Ancient Martial Way sparked a time of eminence. Due to the navigation ban and trade prohibition, the Ancient Eastern Country became self-sustaining, practicing small-scale farming, unaffected by the leftover warfare of the Navigation Age, thus becoming a prominent power in the world.]

[The world entered a second significant era (Heavenly Era year 62–102): The Oriental Martial Heroes Era.]

[This era saw the rise of heroes and transformation of times, with talents emerging in every generation, and countless heroes and champions.]

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"Ding dong!"

[75 years have passed. Providing you with information related to B or C.]

[You have received a content hint regarding "Eleventh World."]

[World Hint: This instance is different, containing an "identity choice" phase where Players can select their race before entering. Choices include Elves, Dragon Clan, Mechanics, Demon Race, Wraith, Blood Clan, Mermaid, Rust-spotted Cat, Coral Snake, Azure Phoenix, etc.]

[Since you possess the "World Tree Seed," it is recommended you do not choose a race, and will be assigned the most relaxed and comfortable race.]

[Good luck, Lord.]

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