"You're going to Fortress No. 82? That place has practically become Psionic Capital's stronghold in our region. You're going there... oh?"
A hint of amusement appeared on Black Instructor's mechanical face.
"You mean you're going there to retaliate against Psionic Capital's forces?"
"Not exactly retaliation."
Wang Jixuan looked at the casualty count that had finally stopped at '5392' and spoke calmly.
"I'm neither related to these people nor acquainted with them. I have no right to avenge them.
"But I saw what happened.
"A great demon committed evil, and countless lives perished.
"My strength is still limited. I can't confront a demon lord like that head-on, so I'll start with the lesser demons. I'll uphold justice, slay demons and eliminate evils, seek a little satisfaction, and strive for some peace.
"And precisely because Fortress No. 82 is their stronghold, we can pull off a little trick under the lamp. If we stay hidden enough, they may not notice me at all."
Black Instructor raised an eyebrow and lowered his head to think in silence. Or perhaps he was dealing with other matters.
Soon, Black Instructor clicked his tongue. "Psionic Capital has started protesting."
"They're protesting?" Wang Jixuan thought he had misheard.
"Mm. Two A-Class, two B-Class, and one C-Class Psionicists died, and we captured another one. They're furious now, claiming they'll send ten S-Class Psionicists after us."
"Huh?"
Wang Jixuan stared wide-eyed as he asked:
"They killed over five thousand people and destroyed an entire camp, and none of that counts? Just because there's no proof that they did it?"
"How should I put this?" Black Instructor said helplessly. "In those bastards' eyes, five thousand ordinary humans aren't worth as much as one A-Class Psionicist."
Wang Jixuan: ...
"The reality is even more ironic. A-Class Psionicists are known as powerful