Judgment and Time Reversal

The man wearing the crown turned pale.

"What did you say?"

I said, you are good people.

Higashino Makoto strode forward.

His pace was neither fast nor slow, but each step was firm and steady.

The black-robed soldier's spear thrust forward, but before the tip even touched his clothes, they began to rot.

Not only that, they felt themselves getting weaker and weaker, and within seconds they couldn't even lift the short sticks they had left.

Like a plucked duck or a fish thrown into the desert, it lay on the ground, boneless.

The man in the crown's expression changed.

"What... what did you do?"

"Nothing was done."

Higashino Makoto walked up to him and looked down at him.

The man who seemed to be the king lay helplessly on the ground, only able to glance at Higashino Makoto out of the corner of his eye, his eyes filled with uncontrollable fear.

"You just said you wanted me to kneel down?"

The man in the crown's lips trembled.

He tried to back away, but his legs seemed boneless and wouldn't obey him.

The crystal ball in the purple-robed woman's hand shattered with a snap, its fragments falling to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Her voice trembled.

"His magic... I can't see the limit... His magic is limitless..."

Higashino Makoto glanced at her.

"You're wrong. It's not infinite, it's just much more than you can measure."

Higashino Makoto received no answer; constantly eroded by Authority, they had almost lost the ability to speak.

This led Higashino Makoto to make a guess.

When I first showed no hostility, they didn't react for a long time.

Once one gets angry, the rate of erosion becomes extremely fast.

This is great news!

While it can't be completely turned off, being able to adjust its power is quite good.

This made him feel a little better.

Don't panic, you won't die.

He walked up to the king, knelt down, and took out a silver ring from his backpack.

The ring is a magical item used for memory access.

After all, he couldn't use the skills he had learned before after he transformed into a demon, but luckily he always carried these things with him.

He placed the ring on the king's forehead and closed his eyes.

Memories flooded back like a tide.

The name of this world, the history of this country, the power structure of this church, and all those things about "Lost One" and "Executioner".

He opened his eyes and put the ring back into his backpack.

"As expected, it's <The Executioner and Her Way of Life>."

He stood up and dusted off his knees.

The setting of this world is exactly the same as the anime he watched in his previous life.

The Lost One are summoned from New World and given "Pure Concept," granting them powerful abilities.

However, some of them will lose control and become a world-destroying disaster.

Therefore, the church trained a group of Executioner specifically to kill those Lost One had gone astray and lost their way.

It sounds reasonable, but the problem is that the Executioner isn't killing "out-of-control Lost One," but "all Lost One." If you're from New World, you have to die.

Whether you've lost control or not, whatever you've done, once you're summoned, your fate is execution.

Higashino Makoto found this logic very familiar.

It's like in some world where if you're a wizard, you're burned at the stake.

Whether you use magic to save lives or to kill, the stake is your final destination.

"Nausea."

He said it in a low voice.

Then he expanded his domain.

The microcosm surged from his body, like an invisible giant hand, grasping the entire Earth in its palm.

The rules of the conceptual microworld replace the rules of this world, like covering an old sheet with a new one, obscuring all the words on the old sheet.

The sun disappeared because it was obscured by the projection of the small world.

A silvery-white moon appeared in the sky, ten times larger than the normal moon, hanging low at the edge of the atmosphere, almost falling down.

The Scales of Justice appear before the silver moon.

A giant golden scale floats in the air, with the Codex on the left and the heart on the right.

The codex opened automatically, its pages rustling in the wind.

My heart began to beat, each beat carrying a deep, soul-stirring sound.

He seemed to hear the world wailing!

Higashino Makoto raised his hand, his fingertips tracing lines in the air.

The pages of the law book automatically turned to a blank page, where he wrote two lines.

First line: Kill the time traveler.

Second line: Summon the time traveler.

He withdrew his finger and closed the codex.

My heart suddenly started beating faster, and the silver moon turned into a blood moon.

The moonlight changed from silvery-white to blood-red, like silk soaked in blood, covering the entire earth.

Those crimson rays of light descended from the sky.

Like a torrential downpour!

Like a waterfall!

Like divine punishment!

Every ray of light has its purpose.

Deep inside the church, an old man in a white robe knelt before a statue of a god.

He held a scripture in his hand, his lips moving incessantly as he recited the prayers he had chanted his entire life.

A crimson light shone through the cracks in the dome and struck him precisely on the top of his head.

He didn't even have time to scream.

Its body turned into grayish-white powder, like dandelion seeds scattered by the wind, drifting down onto the church's stone slabs.

In a secret chamber of the palace, a middle-aged man was flipping through a thick parchment book.

The pages of the book contained the names of all the Lost One who had been summoned over the past hundred years. A crimson light pierced through the three-meter-thick stone wall and struck his back.

His body turned to dust, but the quill pen in his hand still left a long ink mark on the paper.

At a training ground, a young woman is wiping her short sword.

Bloodstains remained on the blade; they were from the Lost One killed that morning.

A crimson light shone through the window and struck her neck.

Her body vanished instantly, and the short sword slipped from her hand with a crisp sound.

Around the world, those who had killed the Lost One, those who had participated in calling the Lost One, fell one after another.

There was no struggle, no resistance, and they weren't even aware that they were being Judgment.

They were just doing what they were supposed to do.

Then they died.

Higashino Makoto stood in the palace hall, using his perception of the small world.

He could see everyone struck by the crimson light, see their bodies turn to dust, and see their souls swallowed up by the small world.

The king and the sorcerer were both on the list of those to Judgment, so they have already turned to ashes.

The soldiers remained lying in place, their eyes finally able to move.

Higashino Makoto glanced at him but didn't pay him any attention.

"You're lucky. You didn't kill Lost One, nor did you summon Lost One, so you're still alive."

Higashino Makoto withdrew his gaze; he was preparing to dispel the domain and release the sun back.

Then he felt it.

Time is going backwards.

The crimson light receded from those who had turned to dust, rose from the ground into the sky, and then shrank back into the silver moon.

The sun reappeared in the sky.

Those who had died stood up.

The powder reformed into bodies, and the souls were pulled back from the void and stuffed into those newly restored shells.

Time rewinds to the moment when Higashino Makoto stepped out of the vortex of light.

He stood in the center of the magic circle, his feet resting on glowing runes.

He was surrounded by soldiers in black robes, and stood before the king and a woman in purple robes.

The woman in the purple robe's crystal ball hadn't cracked yet, the king's scepter hadn't fallen to the ground, and nothing had happened.

But Higashino Makoto remembers that his memories were not erased by the reversal of time.

He looked down at his hands. The power of the Pride Demon was still there, the perception of the small world was still there, Huginn and Muninn were still in his ears.

Only those things that have already happened have been forcibly reset to zero by this world.

"Interesting."

He raised his head, looked at the king who was about to order him to kneel, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Before the other person even spoke, he already knew what they were going to say.