Let This World Feel Pain!

Shiraishi Mori walked toward the door, his words carrying an unquestionable authority.

The two young men instinctively lowered their heads and replied respectfully, "Yes."

Once outside, everyone aboard the cruise ship was gathered on the deck by Shiraishi Mori.

The symbol of the Jashin Cult was still deeply etched there, and the crimson bloodstains had not completely faded.

Curious about Shiraishi Mori, the strongest Ghoul, everyone made their way onto the deck.

Shiraishi Mori stood at the highest point, looking down at the crowd. Beneath the calmness of his dark eyes lurked a terrifying presence. Simply standing there was enough to place immense pressure on ordinary Ghouls.

"Everyone should know who I am. My name is Shiraishi Mori."

"If nothing unexpected happens, I should be the strongest Ghoul here."

In just two sentences, Shiraishi Mori displayed unparalleled confidence and dominance.

Shiraishi Rin, seated in her wheelchair, watched the scene with tears glimmering in her eyes.

No one refuted those words. After all, everyone had witnessed the strength Shiraishi Mori displayed that night. It was not something they could challenge.

"I gathered everyone here this time to unite all our forces."

Shiraishi Mori stated his purpose directly.

"Since we have already offended Yugakure, they will definitely not let this go. They will send ninjas, or commission other hidden villages to hunt us down. Everyone needs to be prepared."

"Even if Yugakure does not come after us, I will not let this blood feud go unanswered."

"However."

"Before that, I need to settle one matter."

Shiraishi Mori waved his hand, and Uncle Yasho, who had just carried out the assassination attempt, was brought forward.

The people below exchanged glances.

The division within this group had always existed.

Besides the former slave faction that had escaped from Sakamoto Trading Company, there was also the surviving villager faction.

The villagers were further divided into those who supported Shiraishi Mori, those who did not particularly support him, and a small number like Yasho who wanted revenge against him.

It was a rather complicated mix.

The only reason they had not split apart yet was the enormous external pressure from Yugakure, along with the unease the Ghouls felt after their mutation.

After all, they had never encountered anything like this before. Now that they had mutated, they could only instinctively huddle together with people like themselves for comfort.

At this rate, this small group probably would not last much longer.

Is Shiraishi Mori planning to make an example out of him?

That was what most people present were thinking.

To unify this group, the best approach was to establish a leader and conduct a certain degree of internal cleansing. Only then could the entire group remain stable.

And the simplest, most direct, and most effective way to establish a leader's authority was to make an example of someone.

Especially someone like Yasho, who had personally come right up to Shiraishi Mori and attempted an assassination. He was the perfect target.

He had handed his weakness right to someone else. It would be such a waste not to use him to establish authority.

Sure enough, Shiraishi Mori slowly spoke.

"This is Uncle Yasho. I'm sure many people from the village know him. When I was little, I even snuck into his house to steal oranges."

First, he evoked some memories to steady the villager faction's base. Then he would explain things before ultimately using forceful measures, or perhaps showing leniency.

It was predictable, but for these villagers with little political awareness, it was indeed an effective method.

"However, during the riot, because I lacked proper control over my strength, I went berserk while fighting the Yunin and hurt many villagers."

As soon as he said that, the breathing of quite a few villagers below became heavier.

Clearly, some of their relatives had also died in that chaos.

Shiraishi Mori swept his gaze over the crowd and said with utter resolve, "Although it was not my intention, since I did wrong, I must accept punishment."

He slowly raised his hand before him. Crimson Rinkaku coiled around his arm, forming a sharp blade.

"No, Brother."

Rin seemed to realize something. Uneasily, she gripped the armrests of her wheelchair.

Under the gaze of hundreds of eyes, Shiraishi Mori gently placed his Rinkaku-covered right hand on his left shoulder.

The sharp blade cut through. A streak of blood blossomed beneath the sunlight, followed by a severed arm falling limply to the deck.

The intense pain made Shiraishi Mori's eye twitch, but that was all.

His expression remained calm. He extended one foot and kicked the severed arm toward Yasho.

The entire deck, even the entire cruise ship, fell silent because of Shiraishi Mori's action.

Forget everyone else—even Yasho himself had not expected Shiraishi Mori to do this.

Despite possessing the strength to kill other Ghouls in an instant, he was willing to pay the price of an arm to seek others' forgiveness and punish his own mistakes.

Staring blankly at the crimson severed arm before him, Yasho was speechless.

Shiraishi Mori let out a breath, raised his head, and said coldly, "This matter ends here."

"If anyone still feels dissatisfied, speak up now and leave."

The scene was silent. Even Yasho merely held Shiraishi Mori's severed arm and wept. He showed no intention of leaving.

Then Shiraishi Mori's gaze turned dangerous.

"If anyone attacks a companion again in the future, I will kill them outright. There will be no mercy."

"Also, I will take revenge on Yugakure until every last one of those damned nobles and ninjas has been driven from this world."

Shiraishi Mori narrowed his eyes. His voice was calm, yet it made everyone's blood boil.

"This road is destined to be filled with thorns. Everyone here may die before we ever achieve this goal."

"If anyone wants to withdraw, you may leave now."

This time, Ghouls began backing away in twos and threes.

Shiraishi Mori was not surprised. The strength of ninjas had long been ingrained in people's hearts. Opposing ninjas was not a wise choice.

After more than a dozen people gradually left, those who remained looked at Shiraishi Mori with unwavering eyes.

Some wanted revenge. Others had sensed something and wanted to follow Shiraishi Mori, leaving a bold mark upon this era.

Yasho slowly released the severed arm, turned around, and dropped fiercely to his knees before Shiraishi Mori. In a hoarse roar, he said, "Leader, please lead us to drive all the evil from this world—"

"Drive it all out!"

He nearly shouted with all the strength in his body. Though his voice was hoarse, it ignited everyone's passion.

"Please lead us to drive out all evil!"

Shiraishi Mori was likewise stirred by that fervor. Raising his only remaining arm, he said coldly, "Drive them out!"

He lowered his head slightly and added in a voice only he could hear, "Let this world feel..."

"Pain!"