Basket after basket of heads was dumped into the river, yet Arrogant Killing Minister Muston's mood did not settle because of it.
Ordinarily, she found inner peace and calm by killing those she deemed deserving of death. This was related to Zhou Yuan's curse.
Zhou Yuan's curse was deviation.
It was not merely a reversal of yin and yang, a shifting of sun and moon, but deviation and confusion—capable of permanently altering physiological traits and mental states without one ever realizing it. And as everyone knew, psychological and emotional changes were controlled by hormones.
Compared to the Twisted Curse of Realm Abyss, those afflicted by Zhou Yuan's curse suffered even greater torment. They could even pass that pain on to those close to them, often without realizing it.
However, demigods more or less had ways to overcome such problems.
Muston's method was killing.
She did not particularly enjoy killing. To a demigod, mortals were no longer even the same species as her. No matter how many she exterminated, it was like pouring boiling water into an anthill—nothing more than a trivial pastime.
Yet for some reason, ever since leaving Fort Destiny and coming to the northern border to oversee the refugee resettlement and assimilation project, she had grown increasingly restless and uneasy.
Something has felt off lately.
Muston lowered her head, reflecting on everything that had happened so far.
Last month, I killed 5,400 disloyal people, 26 slanderers, and 17 lechers. Public order has stabilized, the economy has begun operating normally, and both Oshulia and the Platinum Orchid Confederation are harmonious.
If so, then the real source of her displeasure was probably being far from Fort Destiny and separated from her beloved nephew.
*I really want to toss aside everything here and go back to keep Lioz company. But the