Unable to Bear the Humiliation

"Hahaha!"

Upon hearing Fudge's accusation, Voldemort let out a hysterical, roaring laugh as if he'd heard a joke.

"In this world, only wizards are the true masters. Justice is defined by power. Those Muggles are merely low-level creatures for amusement, and those troublesome wizards are a bunch of ungrateful fools."

"In the end, they're just bugs in the way. Who cares how many ants they've stepped on?"

"The deaths of those wizards and Muggles are a purification of this world! And now you want to seek justice for them? Truly degenerate!"

Voldemort's words, devoid of any guilt, sent a chill down everyone's spine. Those wizards of Muggle-born or half-blood status felt a surge of wrath!

It was because of this madman that the British wizarding world had become so chaotic, forcing them to live in fear every day.

And now, this bastard not only showed no remorse but also likened them to livestock? Maggots?

"Voldemort!"

Even Fudge's face turned red with anger. "Your theory that power is justice is something no one with a shred of conscience would ever agree with. The era of ruling the world with violence and fear is over!"

"To be able to say that precisely shows your ignorance. If you can't rule the world with your current power, it just means your power isn't strong enough!"

Voldemort scoffed at Fudge's rebuttal. In his eyes, only immense power and eternal life were worth pursuing. Even the pure-blood families and Death Eaters he had recruited back then only served this purpose.

"Madman! Demon!" Fudge glared at Voldemort, furious. "Just to show off your strength, you would let so many innocent Muggles and wizards die? And even torment them before their deaths?"

"Heh, they were merely stepping stones for my great cause," Voldemort replied coldly. "And wasn't it