Developing Newcomers
The feeling of descending through the Real World Rules was very strange. Unlike the feeling of stepping into a foreign land with just one step when passing through a door, Feng Xue only felt that her "composition" had changed in some way.
It seemed to be some profound principle involving the structure of the Weird Tale. He felt as if he were traveling through a band of light, with countless pieces of information flashing before his eyes. But when he tried to understand those pieces of information, they were not real at all. He could only vaguely sense that they were some kind of "memory".
But when he tried to observe more deeply as before, the arrival had already come to an end.
Feng Xue found herself in a dirty and chaotic environment.
Feng Xue didn't find anything strange about the walls covered in graffiti and various obscene Colombia profanities, or the subtle, unpleasant smell. In fact, most of the places he had been to over the past few months due to the [Inheritance] rules were like this.
Looking at the office worker being beaten to the ground by several Black-Coated ATM in front of her, Feng Xue raised her eyebrows slightly.
"What the hell are you?" Seemingly finally noticing the man wearing the Colombia Skull Mask, a rude Colombia accent came from the black ATM that was rummaging through a bag for valuables. However, Feng Xue didn't give him a chance to waste any more words. In just five seconds, there was no one left standing in front of him.
He casually gathered all the valuables, including items from several Black-Coated ATM, and stuffed them into the office worker's briefcase. Then, using the phone from one of the Black-Coated ATM, he called an ambulance for everyone before handing the briefcase to the office worker who was lying on the ground, dazed.
Would you mind if we talked somewhere else?
The office worker looked to be in his thirties, but considering that Caucasians tend to look older, it wouldn't be wrong to say he was in his twenties.
Hearing Feng Xue's words, he struggled to his feet and looked at Feng Xue with disbelief, seemingly both expectant and worried that it was all just an illusion.
He took the purse from her and followed Feng Xue out of the alley, somewhat blankly. They walked for about ten minutes on the rather empty street before the office worker, as if finally confirming something, asked the man in the suit wearing Skull Mask who hadn't attracted anyone's attention the whole way:
"You... you are [the executioner]?"
"To be precise, I am Oath Keeper." Feng Xue didn't turn around, but casually corrected, "You know about the Executioner, so you should know why I'm here, right?"
"I..." The young office worker's eyes widened with excitement, yet he seemed worried he might be wrong. However, considering that spacing out might lower his standing in the other person's eyes, he still spoke:
"Can I be an executioner?"
"That depends on you," Feng Xue said, toying with a coin, her tone carrying a hint of meaning.
Do you crave the power to change the status quo?
"Yes, I want to change the status quo!"
The answer is yes. Without the desire to change the status quo, he could not trigger the rules of [Inheritance]. But some things require not only thought but also action.
So Feng Xue simply glanced at him noncommittally, then casually pulled a piece of paper from her bag and, with the dizzying speed of a corporate slave, wrote down a contract.
The contract was simple. Besides the Ten Covenants, it included some minor details that the executioner needed to know, such as how to improve one's "rank" to obtain more protection, how to use coins more efficiently, and issues to be aware of during the investigation of mission objectives. In the eyes of the overworked office worker, this piece of paper was more like an instruction manual than a contract.
But the moment he held it in his hands, neither the unceremonial A4 paper nor the contents, which resembled an instruction manual more than a contract, became insignificant, because he felt the "weight" of this contract at that moment.
It wasn't a physical heaviness, but a realization from the depths of his soul. He understood that signing this contract would completely change his life.
"So? Are you going to sign it? There's no denying you can gain a lot from it, but in return, do you have the magnanimity to accept this fate?"
Feng Xue's voice was like a devil's whisper; though it sounded like pale words, it pierced the depths of his soul along with the contract.
The office worker's hands trembled slightly. Before his eyes, he seemed to see the weight he would have to bear by accepting this contract: the pursuit from all sides, the hostility from villains, and the forced reduction of his free time...
All sorts of difficulties appeared before his eyes, but at the same time, countless images of his current situation also arose in his mind.
The project, painstakingly completed with early mornings and late nights, was snatched away by a cunning and opportunistic Little Figure just as it was about to be finished.
The promotion opportunity he earned after years of being a lackey of his boss was squandered because of a casual complaint.
On my way home after get off work, I was extorted and beaten by thugs.
And all you see when you get home is a cold, cheap apartment.
Compared to the executioners in the novel "Scales Covenant" and the protagonists in various fan fiction stories, my own experience was undoubtedly very mundane, without any deep-seated grievances or dramatic ups and downs, but it was a kind of oppressive and suffocating depression.
He knew that what he held in his hands might be the only opportunity to change his destiny.
Suddenly, the contract in his hand disappeared. He looked up in surprise, only to find that the man who called himself the Oath Keeper had vanished without a trace.
Just when he thought it was all just his delusion, he suddenly noticed that his body, which had been aching slightly, was now unexpectedly comfortable, and some knowledge was slowly being released into his mind.
It's about technology for hiding oneself, evading surveillance, and how to efficiently kill humans.
Feng Xue's figure constantly appears in every corner of Colombia, bestowing the power of the executioner upon those who have good intentions and want to change the status quo.
Compared to his previous training, his current behavior is much more rudimentary. The signing of the contract is almost entirely devoid of any ceremony, and the teaching of introductory skills (which are not part of the blessing skills) is entirely granted through the power of [training].
However, this power granted through authority is more comprehensive and efficient than the kind of hands-on teaching.
In just one night, more than thirty new executioners were born on Colombia soil, but this was far from meeting Feng Xue's expectations.
Just as he was pondering whether to return to Bekeland or to equip all fifty states of Colombia with executioner squads in one go, a spot that was different from the other orbs of light formed in his mind.
"Tsk... another copycat!"
Feng Xue almost instantly stopped all her plans. Justice that was already late could wait a little longer, and newcomers eager for power didn't mind waiting a few more days. But for those clumsy imitators and degenerates, there could be no leniency for a moment, because their existence was destroying the foundation of "Libra".
Adjusting her posture in front of the mirror, Feng Xue took out a bronze bell from her pocket, triggering the Real World Rules...
Libra's concept of reciprocal revenge doesn't mean that if you kill someone else's entire family, Libra will kill your entire family in return, because that's neither "just" nor "moral."
For Librans, killing someone's entire family is the same as killing x people. The killer can suffer the pain of x deaths, but the family will not be affected, because "misfortune should not extend to family members" is also part of the social ideology.
Of course, based on the investigation, if family members provided assistance in the murder of the entire family, such as protection from the parents, then they could also use this as a "bridge" to kill those who provided assistance as well.
Simply put, if a murderer kills someone's entire family, then the entire family is also subject to punishment. However, as long as they are not involved in the case, they will be protected by "morality" and "justice" and will not have to pay the price for the murderer's crime.