Hawkeye's First Day

The God of Justice, whom the inhabitants of the New World scornfully called "Artificial Idiot," has disappeared.

Just as it came into this world quietly, it will also leave quietly.

For many years, it has quietly maintained the order, peace and stability of the New World.

It was subjected to insults, accusations, and slander.

It has no emotions and will not feel sad because of it.

In reality, it was just an artificial intelligence program created based on Wang Yan's values.

Although the God of Justice has the ability to learn, he has no real emotional fluctuations.

So, on the day it left, few people tried to stop it or felt sad.

The vast majority of people were cheering and jumping for joy.

People's joy turns to sorrow.

A bright light of freedom, followed by boundless darkness.

When Wang Yan built the New World, many of the cutting-edge technology products he brought with him also disappeared without a trace.

Most importantly, the grains, fruits, and vegetables that people take for granted have also mutated.

They seemed to have lost their "high-yield" qualities overnight, reverting to their original, true form.

Seeds can be saved and plants can be grown, but the harvest is only a fraction of what it used to be.

Scientists were the first to go crazy.

The New World has been able to survive until now thanks to its abundant resources.

Now, all the food crops have returned to their original state...

It was as if the heavens had taken back their blessings.

Chaos has already emerged.

"Credit points," which have long been regarded as the currency in circulation, have now been completely abandoned.

After all, its past acceptance was based on the social system maintained by the artificial intelligence program known as the God of Justice.

"Damn it! How could this have happened?!"

A burly man with a serious expression looked out the window, his forehead throbbing.

His name was Krillin Francis Barton, and he was an orphan who grew up in a circus.

Because of his outstanding Shooting Talent, he earned the nickname "Hawkeye" when he was a teenager.

After he grew up, he worked as a coach at a shooting club in the New World, where he lived a very comfortable life.

He even thought that after accumulating tens of thousands more reputation points, he would get married and have children.

But all of this happened yesterday...

Everything's ruined!

Hawkeye's tens of thousands of reputation points have become useless numbers, and those reputation gold tickets have become worthless pieces of paper that are too hard to even wipe with!

What's wrong with this world?

"Everyone..."

"Have they all gone mad?"

Hawkeye pulled the curtains open a crack and looked outside.

Strong and healthy people burned, killed, and looted everywhere.

They laughed maniacally as they smashed the heads of innocent people, committing unforgivable crimes as if they had transformed into demons.

Hawkeye recognizes these perpetrators.

Uncle Sam, the man who always wore a smile, now had his face contorted in a grotesque grimace, his eyes bloodshot. He was wielding a steel pipe, relentlessly smashing it against the head of the poor boy beneath him.

One, two, three...

Hawkeye recognized the unfortunate boy as well.

That was a lucky guy named Yadali. His father worked hard and knew how to scheme, and over the years, he accumulated a lot of reputation points.

As a rich second-generation, Yadali was just a bit arrogant and had a habitual sharp tongue, but he had never done anything bad.

But now, his head has been smashed by Uncle Sam.

The cause of this massacre was simply the jealousy of lowly commoners towards the lucky ones born with a silver spoon in their mouths.

"Isn't he afraid of being captured by the security forces and banished to the surface world?"

These words came out of his mouth, but a look of surprise appeared on Hawkeye's face.

The God of Justice is gone, and so are the reputation points.

The security forces naturally ceased to exist.

Everyone is now living only for themselves.

Everyone can do whatever they want.

No law will punish them.

In Hawkeye's originally optimistic estimate, even if this were to happen, it would be months or even years later.

He never imagined that people's hearts could break down so quickly!

They've simply lost the constraints of law and management; no one has truly realized the pressures they face to survive.

What will happen when food becomes scarce in the future?

Hawkeye sighed.

Living in District B19, he was once considered an upper-middle-class figure in the New World.

But now, it's like going back to the beginning overnight.

All of everyone's assets were wiped out.

"Wait! This is... Brother Lockt?"

What is he going to do?

Hawkeye peered through the window and saw Lockt, an older bachelor, knock on the door of a young girl living alone next door.

His face was flushed and drool was dripping from his mouth, like a male dog in heat.

Hawkeye could guess the man's intentions without the man committing any actual crime.

I can't understand it at all.

Lockt was usually kind and optimistic, and he never spoke loudly, always speaking in a soft voice.

If a person can pretend for one or two years, can he pretend to be someone else for twenty years in a row?

The disappearance of constraints unleashed the demons within people's hearts.

The girl's screams echoed from the building across the street.

A look of anger flashed across Hawkeye's face.

He instinctively gripped his beloved bow and arrow, aiming at the window opposite.

Despite the curtains providing cover, he was confident he could kill Lockt with a single arrow.

At that moment, Hawkeye hesitated.

His fingers trembled slightly.

He has never killed anyone in his life.

Getting over this hurdle won't be easy.

At that moment, a slender, strange person wearing a red and blue spider bodysuit appeared!

He shot out Silk from his hand, which stuck to the wall, using it to move quickly between buildings.

In the blink of an eye, the spider monster smashed through the glass and rushed into the building across the street.

"He looks very thin, so he might be a minor."

Hawkeye said with some concern, "I wonder if he's a match for that bastard Lockt..."

He soon realized he had been overthinking things.

A slender, strange figure dressed in a red and blue spider costume jumped out of the window and stuck to the wall.

The curtains swayed in the wind, and Hawkeye's powerful dynamic vision captured the fleeting scene inside.

Lockt was bound in the shape of a caterpillar by thick white spider Silk and could not move at all.

Beside him, the little girl who had almost been violated had her face contorted like a little devil.

With a complex expression of fear and bloodlust, she slowly walked towards Lockt, a crowbar in her hand...

"Hey! Survivor, protect yourselves, don't look around!"

"If you need any help, just yell 'Help, Spider-Man!' and I'll come if I hear you!"

A teenager claiming to be Spider-Man interrupted Hawkeye's observation.

He gave Hawkeye a thumbs-up, then his figure flashed and disappeared in a few breaths.

Spider-Man.

Muttering the other person's title, a strange emotion surged within Hawkeye.

He also wanted to be a hero like the other person.

Although the other person was still somewhat inexperienced, their courageous and righteous heart deeply inspired him.

The first day of the disappearance of order...

Hawkeye decides to become a hero like Spider-Man.