"Do you think I'm trying to redeem them?"
"Do you think I'm trying to free them from False Justice and give them True Justice?"
"Do you think I'm fighting the darkness of this world?"
In the Mental World, ten thousand Jokers suddenly turned around and looked at one Joker whose expression was somewhat innocent and naive.
He wore a wig streaked with yellow and green, and his face was painted with cheap makeup.
"Then you're underestimating me."
The ten thousand Jokers spoke in unison.
Like ten thousand drums being pounded at once, their voices made the college student, who had only just found himself, tremble inside.
"Or you could kill me."
"Kill me, and you'll become me."
A grinning Joker stepped forward and handed the college student a small knife.
Then he stretched out his neck.
"Come on, kill me."
"Then you'll get everything you want."
His eyes darted about. "You can claim that pink-haired woman for yourself. She's already starting to panic. Just hand her a few more knives, and let the blood of those cowards who broke down when confronted with the truth get on her hands. Then she'll let you do whatever you want with her."
"Don't resist your desires. We all know they're there."
"You can build the harem you want on this Great Sea."
"You can even keep your kindness. That's a rare thing, you know."
"It can only be born in the homeland you came from."
The Joker licked his lips, watching the college student's hand tremble slightly as he took the knife.
He edged closer.
"You can save anyone you want. Just like that artilleryman. That way, you can satisfy your kindness as much as possible."
"You can also kill anyone you want, without a shred of logic, like that father and son