Shirou and the Ogre / Shirou's Authority of Judgment

"Shirou participated in this election as the founder of the church, but to the others, Shirou is actually an outsider, a newcomer who has built a force in the wasteland."

"The victor is king. Shirou has established basic order for the city. They've been here for so many years, but all they do is create chaos. They're no match for Shirou," Tolstaya said with a look of disgust.

"No! That's precisely why they are so wary of Shirou and even more unwilling to let Shirou gain more power," Helen explained.

Indeed, people in the church like and respect Shirou, but this is because they are part of the church and everyone around them behaves this way, creating the illusion that Shirou is very popular and a national idol.

However, people outside actually think differently from everyone else.

People who could have done evil with impunity are now suddenly restricted. Life was already hard enough, but now they're not even allowed to use their means of survival. Isn't that infuriating?

At least among the bad guys, they all dislike Shirou more, and in Sin City, there are actually very few pure good people.

At least Yamada isn't really that kind of person. Although he never intentionally hurt anyone, when his superior was shot by a stray bullet and fell to the ground, he never thought of collecting the body for that fellow countryman.

"Didn't those Chinese people say they were willing to support Shirou before?" Tolstaya said indignantly. In her eyes, everyone should realize how good Shirou was; in fact, he was just that good.

However, there are certain prerequisites for being elected as the city lord. It's not that just anyone can jump out and everyone can vote for them for fun and actually become the lord.

It's not like we're electing village committee cadres; just spending time playing mahjong with the women can earn them a lot of points.

In fact, the previous city lord, Old Mark, was originally an elder of a large gang, and at first, no one thought that a nominal title was of any use.

However, over the years, Old Mark has profited greatly by acting as Sin City's window to the outside world, such as cooperating with neighboring countries and handling matters for them, like representing Sin City in transactions with gun dealers and drug traffickers in other countries.

The other gangs had long been unhappy about this. However, Old Mark was protected by a large gang and was smart enough not to overstep his bounds or try to use his position as city lord to pressure other gangs, so everyone just tolerated it.

But now that Old Mark is stepping down, it's time to redistribute the spoils. Everyone wants to seize this opportunity to get the biggest share. Powerful gangs want to take all the benefits for Old Mark, while weaker gangs want to split up Old Mark's profits, offering to help the big gangs run for election so they can also get a piece of the pie.

Differing voices and conflicts of interest inevitably lead to a bloody storm.

"Shirou, I suggest you reduce your activities recently, as there's a possibility someone might take action against you," his female assistant Helen, advised.

Since you've already decided to run for president, you shouldn't make too many enemies and expose yourself to danger.

"No, let's keep things as usual. What needs to be done still needs to be done. Once the rules are set, they should be properly enforced," Shirou said calmly.

He understood Helen's concerns, but those weren't the most important things. Rather than enforcing the verdict, what mattered was establishing a fair and impartial law enforcement agency in the city of sin, gradually stabilizing this chaotic place, and implementing crucial reforms to help the wicked repent and start anew.

"That's how it should be! Shirou of the law, is invincible! Normally, he's protected by our guard!" Tolstaya, standing to the side, clenched her fist and swayed a few times.

"Sigh, I understand now. I knew you'd say that Shirou." Helen sighed helplessly and handed Shirou a list.

"Thank you, Helen. You've always had to indulge my whims," Shirou said with a light laugh.

"No, that's precisely why I believe in you; I'm sure you can do the right thing. I really hope that a real change can happen here," Helen said with a light laugh.

"That day will come!" Shirou, looking at the list in his hand.

The first target is... the cannibals on the streets who use practicing medicine as an excuse to select ingredients.

The guards, fully equipped and checking their weapons and ammunition, were ready to depart at any moment to fight for Shirou.

Today, those who break the rules will also be executed. This time, the target is in the slums. Just in case, a guard will accompany Shirou.

At this moment, Yamada had also changed out of his suit. His body was stiff, and he was feeling uneasy. Although he had practiced, he didn't know if he could actually do it in a real fight.

At this moment, the blue-eyed black child walked over, patted Yamada on the shoulder, and said:

"Don't be too nervous, just treat it as a normal drill, rookie. Anyway, Shirou will handle things on his own."

"Ahaha, you're right," Yamada replied with a stiff laugh, though it was impossible for him not to be nervous.

The escort team consisted of ten combat members, two support personnel, and one medic. However, there were only three forwards: him, Worei, the leader. Although Tolstaya was very strong, he was incredibly weak.

In the slums of the City of Sin, not far from Shirou's church, most of the people are retired elderly, or those who have been seriously injured or even disabled in accidents.

Their bodies are no longer strong enough to move flexibly, and they are unable to face gang fights or other skilled jobs, so they have no choice but to retire and take on lower-paying jobs. Some of them even end up homeless.

In impoverished areas, people live together in cramped cubicles, a dozen or so crammed together, sleeping on the floor. They can't even guarantee they'll have enough to eat, let alone anything else.

According to intelligence, there is an cannibal here who approaches patients under the pretense of providing free medical treatment. He will treat the patient, and then kill and eat them just as they are about to be cured. It seems that he has even carefully prepared the food, leaving a rating of how delicious the meat was after eating it.

Several patients were in this cubicle. Although they knew the doctor might be a cannibal, they still had to get treatment. Otherwise, what were they supposed to do but lie in bed? They couldn't afford a doctor, and if they tried to find medicine on their own and didn't get lucky, this was the only way.

"Shirou, it seems he's not here," Tolstaya said, leading her men to search the surrounding area.

"Hmm, the other party has a very keen sense of smell and is also very clever. They must have sensed the danger and avoided coming here." Shirou scanned the crowd in the alley.

Chapter 1144 Shirou and the Ogre

Just minutes before Shirou and his guards had entered the alley.

A Black Shadow carrying a medical kit noticed the situation and silently retreated into the shadowy alleyway.

"What! How cunning! What should we do?" Tolstaya scratched her head in frustration.

"I'll go find it!" said the blue-eyed child Worei, grabbing his gun and running outside.

"Come back! We don't have enough manpower, we can't find him! If you get caught, the guy is a pervert who loves to eat chocolate-skinned, delicate little brats like you." Tolstaya grabbed the child by the back of his collar and lifted him up.

"Put me down, you old woman!"

"Hehehe, little brat, who are you calling? I suddenly feel like spinning around!"

"Waaaaah! Old xx... Wobuhui, please let me go!!"

Tolstaya grabbed Worei and spun him around rapidly, sending the boy flying.

"Come on, stop fooling around, senpai. What are you trying to do with a kid who's so much younger than you?!" Yamada said, unable to bear it any longer.

Shirou, really, how could you let her run wild like this? Seriously, while Worei certainly doesn't want to be treated like a child, you guys shouldn't actually treat her like one.

"Huh?! What do you mean by that?!" Tolstaya glared at Yamada and asked in a low voice.

"I'm sorry! I mean, let's go back first and think of another way," Yamada said, bowing deeply in apology.

"Hmph! Oh well, there's no better way anyway," Tolstaya said helplessly as she put Worei down.

"Waaaah..." Worei felt as if the sun and moon were turned upside down, and stars were spinning before his eyes.

Yamada quickly helped him up and led him outside.

The girl carrying the medical kit walked up to Shirou, said something to him, and looked at the cubicles where the patients were gathered.

Shirou gently shook his head, then led the group away.

Half an hour later, a Black Shadow carrying a medical kit walked through the alley.

Then Tolstaya, along with Worei and Yamada, ran out and blocked the exits on both sides of the alley.

"Hmph! You bastard, you really came!" Tolstaya pointed her gun at the shadowy Black Shadow and laughed as she cursed.

"Don't move! Or I'll shoot!" Yamada said from the other side, gripping his gun with both hands in a standard stance. In this dimly lit alley, he could shoot even with his eyes closed.

"Shouldn't you have already left?" A gentle and calm voice came from the alley. The Black Shadow walked to the light, stopped, and revealed his true appearance. He was a tall man dressed in an aristocratic suit, with his golden hair neatly combed, like a young nobleman.

He is the Shirou is looking for.

"Yes, that was the original plan, but we felt we should be more patient than a crazy psychopath, so we stayed here to greet you."

The medic who had been with the team wanted to treat the patients, but Shirou refused, wanting to wait and see if he could attract the cannibal over.

These kinds of pathological killers are often paranoid and will never easily let go of a target they've identified. It's possible, as long as they're not pretending to be this way to cover up something else.

"Oh, Your Bishop Lord, it is a great honor to speak with you face to face. I am the spokesperson for the God of Disease..."

"No need to say anything more. I know you. You, Harris, went to study at the medical school of a prestigious university in the neighboring country after passing the exam. You clearly had the opportunity to leave Sin City and settle there, but you returned here after completing your studies. I originally thought you were an ambitious person, but it turns out you were only after your own evil desires." Shirou said coldly.

"No, no! You've misunderstood me. I only started eating people for everyone's sake," Harris said sincerely.

"What?" Yamada looked at the man in astonishment. This man was clearly a madman, so why was he so shameless?

"Everything I do is to eliminate disease. As long as I consume the cure, I can become immune to the symptoms. And other patients only need to believe in the Goddess as I do, and they can become immune to those germs and thus recover. It's that simple. This is something only my Goddess can do."

"Liar! The way you're looking at us, you're practically drooling." Yamada stood up, looking at the man with disgust. He was always very perceptive in judging whether someone was good or bad, so he knew.

"If I keep doing this, I can become truly immune to all diseases and evolve into a perfect being!" the man declared excitedly to the crowd.

"Seriously? What perfect being? This isn't the world of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. It doesn't even exist here. This so-called perfect being..." Yamada laughed out loud. This guy was really crazy.

"You're the one talking nonsense! You ignorant and rude bastard, because that's what the Goddess told me!" Harris paused for a moment, then shouted at Yamada.

"I don't know what kind of god you're talking about, but you've come to the wrong place. I don't welcome any random gods here," Shirou said coldly to the gentlemanly Harris.

"Hahaha, Shirou Emiya, the Bishop Lord who punishes the world, my Goddess said that if I could devour you, I could create a religion belonging to my Goddess, just like you!" Harris said excitedly, spreading his arms wide.

"It's impossible to gain other people's abilities by eating them," Yamada said in surprise.

"No, you are what you eat, the Goddess are absolutely right." Harris stared intently at Shirou without blinking, his expression one of madness. It was an expression only a madman would show.

This person is mentally ill, immersed in this world, and doesn't consider society or the world at all.

"Enough with your delusional remarks, now it's time to punish you!" Shirou coldly looked at the man, pressed Tolstaya's shoulder to hand her over to him, and then walked into the alley to meet the man.

"Hahaha, I'm innocent! I'm acting for all the people in the world suffering from illness! Come on! Just like a mountain man charging at a mother bear, a hunter challenges his prey. Let me see how I can better dissect you." Harris pulled a pair of kitchen knives from the pocket next to his collar and charged at Shirou.

Chapter 1145 Shirou's Judgment Power

Shirou's power is to judge evildoers. His intention is to make those who do evil pay the price and be punished, so that people will understand that such behavior is wrong and prevent others from doing it again.

But what if the other person doesn't even realize they've done anything wrong?

Shirou's powers might not activate; at this moment, he is no longer blessed by the power of the gods.

The church's second rule: one must not kill to satisfy one's desires.

One of the seven instruments of torture used in this execution was a black iron rolling pin, intended for all those who commit crimes driven by lust.

Humans evolved from the law of the jungle, where the fittest survive, and inevitably possess violent tendencies within their bodies. In ancient times, our ancestors, in order to compete for land richer in resources and for females to reproduce, likely committed all sorts of lewd acts without any moral boundaries.

Of course, these ancient humans were simply doing these things to survive and reproduce, and to adapt to their environment, so there's nothing to blame them for.

In modern times, however, the new social systems established by humankind have abandoned the armed forces of violent struggle, emphasizing civilization and harmony. Nails have been trimmed, and teeth have become straight. The violent elements necessary for war and plunder in the past have also been eliminated.

However, the evil deeds committed in the past will still affect future generations. Through heredity and faith, a small number of people among all humanity will inherit those violent traits.

They are like nomadic tribes or crusaders who burned, killed, and plundered on ancient battlefields, like Nazis. They are inherently more evil and brutal than others, and are tyrannical and unreasonable. This can be described as a kind of atavism.

It could also be a matter of chance, hitting a wall, causing a genetic mutation, and activating genes that were previously useless. As a result, these people become more aggressive and ruthless than others, and are inherently incompatible with society.

They can only enter society according to the law of the jungle, thus they can only degenerate into violent groups, or even antisocial terrorists.

Shirou pulled out a 50-centimeter-long iron rod from his sleeve and met Harris, who was charging towards him wielding a dinner knife.

If the other party doesn't admit their mistake, then smash their head!

"Yaha!!!" Harris threw the knife into Shirou's eyes.

Shirou turned his head slightly to the side, letting the flying knife slice across his face, and then smashed a stick into Harris's forehead.

"Ugh... the bird hunter got his eyes pecked out." Harris lay on the ground, blood and white viscous substance dripping from his head, utterly dead.

"No, you are merely a prisoner receiving necessary punishment," Shirou said coldly.

"Shirou! You're injured!"

"Medic! Come quick!"

Everyone panicked.

Shirou laughed and said, "That's an exaggeration. It's just a minor injury. It's fine to leave it alone."

"No! It has to be treated properly, otherwise what if it leaves a scar!" The medic girl unpacked her bag, found disinfectant and gauze inside, and carefully treated Shirou.

Before long, white medical patches were applied to the protruding parts of Shirou's cheeks, in a very symmetrical shape.

The women were relieved to see that Shirou's appearance and ugliness actually gave him a unique charm.

Then the medics began treating the patients in the cubicles, giving them medicine, and telling them that if they had any problems, they should come to the church, which would not abandon them to their deaths.

A few days later, former city lord Old Mark officially announced his intention to retire, and elections were held in full swing among the various gangs.

After the preliminary selection phase, each eligible gang nominates its candidate for city lord, and the city lord election then enters the campaign phase.

The election was scheduled for the night, and all candidates would gather at the five-star hotel for a banquet. On that night, the candidates would give speeches to the entire city via radio, followed by discussions and voting by representatives of various gangs. After the results were determined, the election results would be announced.

Once the candidates and representatives of various gangs enter the hotel, the doors will be closed and will not be reopened until the city lord is decided. This is modeled after a famous legislative process in a certain country.

However, the candidates here are not the comrades who fought alongside you to win victory and freedom. They are brutal and evil, and their minds are focused on how to reduce the number of candidates and how not to be forced to leave the venue by them.

As the election day drew closer, the guards began to worry again at the thought of Shirou entering the venue.

Yamada wasn't worried at first, because Shirou was so strong; during his execution, he was practically unstoppable, so he was sure he wouldn't die.

However, Tolstaya said to Yamada, "Shirou can die if he gets shot, which is why we need our guard team."