Let This World, Feel Pain!

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

The two young men couldn't help but lower their heads, saying respectfully, "Yes."

Stepping outside, Shiraishi Mori had gathered everyone on the cruise ship onto the deck.

The emblem of the Jashin Cult was still firmly engraved there, and the scarlet bloodstains had not yet completely faded.

Harboring curiosity toward Shiraishi Mori, the strongest Ghoul, everyone arrived on the deck.

Shiraishi Mori stood at the highest point, looking down at the crowd. His pitch-black eyes held a terrifying aura amidst their calmness; merely standing there was enough to make ordinary Ghouls feel immense pressure.

"Everyone should know my identity. My name is Shiraishi Mori."

"If there are no surprises, I should be the strongest Ghoul present."

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

Sitting in a wheelchair, Shiraishi Rin watched this scene, tears shimmering in her eyes.

These two sentences were not met with any rebuttal; after all, the strength Shiraishi Mori had displayed that night was plain for all to see, and it was not something they could challenge.

"I have gathered everyone here today with the goal of unifying all our strength."

Shiraishi Mori stated his purpose directly.

"Since we have already offended Yugakure, they will certainly not let this rest. They will definitely dispatch ninjas or commission other ninja villages to surround and annihilate us. Everyone needs to be prepared."

"Even if Yugakure does not take action against us, I cannot simply ignore this blood feud."

"However."

"Before that, I need to resolve one thing first."

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

The people below looked at one another.

Internal division had always existed within this group.

Beyond the slave faction that had escaped from the Sakamoto firm, there was also the surviving villager faction.

The villager faction was further divided into those who supported Shiraishi Mori, those who were less supportive, and a small portion like Yasho who wanted revenge against Shiraishi Mori.

The composition could be described as quite complex.

The only reason they hadn't split up yet was due to the massive external pressure from Yugakure, as well as the Ghouls' own anxiety regarding their mutations.

After all, they had never encountered such things before, and now that they had mutated, they could only subconsciously seek out others like themselves to huddle together for warmth.

Given the current state of affairs, this small group likely wouldn't last much longer.

Is this guy Shiraishi Mori planning to kill the chicken to scare the monkey?

This was the thought of the vast majority of people present.

To unify this team, the best method was to establish a leader and carry out a certain degree of internal purging; only then could the stability of the entire group be maintained.

And the simplest, most direct, and effective way to establish a leader's prestige was to kill the chicken to scare the monkey.

Not to mention that it was someone like Yasho, who had jumped right into the man's face to attempt an assassination—he was simply the perfect target.

When you deliver a handle to someone else yourself, it would be a pity not to use it to establish authority.

Sure enough, Shiraishi Mori spoke slowly.

"This is Uncle Yasho. I presume many people in the village know him. When I was a child, I even went to his house to steal oranges."

He started by pulling on memories to stabilize the base of the villager faction, then offered an explanation, and finally would apply either thunderous means or a gentle touch.

This was a predictable approach, but for these villagers who lacked political savvy, it was indeed an effective method.

"However, during the riot, because I could not control my own strength well, I fell into a frenzy while dealing with Yugakure, and as a result, I harmed many villagers."

As soon as these words were spoken, many villagers below indeed began to breathe heavily.

Clearly, they too had loved ones who had been buried in that chaos.

Shiraishi Mori scanned the area, his gaze incredibly firm as he said, "Although this was not my intention, since I have done wrong, I must accept punishment."

He slowly raised his palm in front of himself, and scarlet Rinkaku wrapped around his arm, forming a sharp long blade.

"No. Brother!"

Little Rin seemed to realize something, gripping the armrests of her wheelchair in unease.

Under the gaze of hundreds of eyes, Shiraishi Mori gently placed his right hand, shrouded in Rinkaku, onto his left shoulder.

The sharp blade swept across, a splash of blood bloomed under the sunlight, and then a severed arm fell powerlessly to the ground.

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

His face remained calm as he extended a foot and kicked the severed arm toward Yasho.

The entire deck, and indeed the entire cruise ship, fell into silence because of Shiraishi Mori's actions.

To say nothing of the others, even Yasho himself had not expected that Shiraishi Mori would actually do this.

He clearly possessed the strength to kill other Ghouls in an instant, yet he was willing to pay the price of an arm to seek forgiveness from others and punish his own mistakes.

Looking at the severed, crimson arm before him, Yasho stood stunned, unable to utter a word.

Shiraishi Mori exhaled, lifted his head, and said coldly, "This matter ends here."

"If anyone feels dissatisfied, you may speak up now and leave this place."

The scene fell into a dead silence; even Yasho, who was clutching Shiraishi Mori's severed arm and weeping, showed no intention of leaving.

Next, Shiraishi Mori's gaze turned dangerous.

"If anyone attacks a comrade from this point forward, I will kill them on the spot, without exception."

"Furthermore, I will now begin my retaliation against Yugakure, until every last one of those damned nobles and ninja is driven from this world."

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

"This path is destined to be filled with thorns. Those present here might all be dead before this goal is ever achieved."

"If anyone wishes to withdraw, you may leave immediately."

This time, a few scattered Ghouls chose to step back.

Shiraishi Mori was not surprised by this; after all, the power of ninja was deeply ingrained in everyone's hearts, and opposing them was hardly a wise decision.

After a dozen or so people had left one by one, those who remained looked at Shiraishi Mori with firm, resolute eyes.

Some of them sought revenge, while others had caught a scent of something else—they wanted to follow Shiraishi Mori and leave a heavy, indelible mark on this era.

Yasho slowly let go of the severed arm, turned around, and knelt heavily before Shiraishi Mori, roaring in a hoarse voice, "Leader, please lead us to take all the sins of this world—"

"And drive them all out!"

He shouted with every ounce of strength in his body; though his voice was raspy, it ignited the passion of everyone present.

"Please lead us to drive out all the evil!"

Shiraishi Mori was likewise infected by this passion. He raised his only remaining arm and said coldly, "Drive them out!"

He lowered his head slightly and added a line that only he could hear: "Let this world, feel."

"Pain!"