The Legion's Conscience

"Whew! That hit the spot! I haven't had a drink this good in ages!"

A sip of red wine reserved for nobles, a bite of steak reserved for nobles.

It really hit the spot!

Now this was food fit for a human being!

He'd been in this crappy world for months, and his sense of taste had finally come back!

"Curze, let me tell you, you've been a smart kid since you were little. I've taught you just about everything I can!"

"You're incredible, kid. You learned everything I ever studied in half a month! Amazing! That's my son!"

"Dad, you're drunk."

Curze watched Han Mingxuan clutch a bottle of wine, drinking and eating meat without stopping, and an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.

"Drunk, my ass! Back in the day, your old man drank with his foot up on a crate!"

"But speaking of that, Curze, how did you take a Hive City of several billion people with eight hundred men?"

The moment Han Mingxuan asked, Curze was wide awake.

He had to make sure his dad knew all about it.

"Keep it short," the Night Haunter reminded him at just the right moment.

Right. His dad was so drunk now that he wouldn't remember much anyway.

"Target the key points, break them one by one, and spread panic."

"Well put! That's my son for you! Even if the king of heaven himself showed up, you'd twist his head off and kick it around like a ball, wouldn't you?"

"That's right!"

At that moment, Curze truly felt that even if the king of heaven himself showed up, he could beat the shit out of him.

"That's the spirit! Come on, drink!"

"Dad, you're really drunk."

"Don't be such a sissy. Drink! Sevatar, don't just nurse your drink either!"

Han Mingxuan dragged the three of them into drinking, and the three drank four cases of wine.

Han Mingxuan had eaten his fill. Though he had passed out drunk, he was still mumbling.

"You don't know... you used to be... just this little."

"Hic... now... hic... now you're taller than me."

"Good. Good."

"But... growing fast doesn't mean much. In my eyes, you're still a... a little brat, you know that?"

"I understand, Father."

"Curze, let him rest. He's under a fair bit of pressure."

Curze nodded at the Night Haunter's words.

Han Mingxuan slept soundly, dreaming of the days before he transmigrated.

But when sunlight fell on his face again, Han Mingxuan woke up.

The moment he opened his eyes, he could hardly believe it.

"Did I... wake up from a dream?"

Looking at the spacious, luxurious room and the gentle light, Han Mingxuan thought his days in the mining hive at the very bottom of the Hive City had been a dream.

"Father, you're awake."

Curze?

I wasn't dreaming!

"Where is this?"

"Father, this is the Upper Hive District."

The Upper Hive District?

Right. Only the Upper Hive District would have surroundings like this.

"How many days have passed? What's the situation?"

"Father, you slept for three days."

"During those three days, the riots grew worse and worse, but we didn't stop them. I expect they'll continue for a long time."

Han Mingxuan nodded, agreeing with Curze's assessment.

As the largest Hive City, it was home to several billion people.

A riot on that scale wouldn't end in just a few days.

Back in his previous life, if several billion people had all rioted, it would have meant the Earth had blown up.

"What have you been thinking about during this time?"

"Xiao He."

Curze remembered that story. It was an ancient tale from the 1K era.

Hearing the man's name, Han Mingxuan took the hangover soup from Curze and had a sip.

"The fact that you brought up his name tells me you've already thought this through. Go ahead and do it."

"I already am, Father."

Han Mingxuan nodded, then said, "No one's come looking for me during this time, right?"

"They have. A lot of them, in fact, but none dared come over."

"All right. Get the information organized and bring it to me as soon as you can. Leave those old hands to me, and have Sevatar come with me to keep them in line."

"I'll handle internal affairs for you for the time being. You need to train the troops as soon as possible."

"I understand, Father. The other four Hive Cities are a major threat."

"Right, but remember the conditions for recruitment."

"Mm. We want sons of respectable families. As for the penal troops, let them hold the line."

"That's right."

The riots in Quintus Hive City lasted a full month. During that month, Curze not only organized the data on the Hive City,

but also, using the original eight hundred men as his foundation, searched the middle and upper levels of the Hive City for sons of respectable families.

But after careful selection, only 4,200 made the cut.

A true one in ten thousand.

In the end, all five thousand underwent genetic enhancement, becoming the strongest force Curze now had at his disposal.

"Father, these are Quintus Hive City's accounts. How do you plan to deal with them?"

Han Mingxuan flipped through them, then closed them and handed them to Sevatar, who was holding the account books.

"Are these the problematic ones?"

"Yes, these are the worst of them. Father, these nobles..."

"Don't worry. Sevatar, bring some men and come with me. Today I'll teach you what it means to have a way of handling things."

"Yes, Uncle!"

Sevatar brought his squad along with Han Mingxuan to the reception hall, where a group of nobles sat waiting uneasily.

When they saw Han Mingxuan appear, they all froze.

He was too young.

The Bat of Eternal Night's father was unbelievably young.

"Mr. Han, we've long heard of you. We..."

Han Mingxuan said nothing. He merely smiled and nodded, then looked at Sevatar.

Sevatar set the account books on the table, and everyone immediately fell silent.

"Everyone, my son Curze may have left you with some very unpleasant memories. I apologize to you all for that."

"But rest assured, as his father, I, Han, am quite easy to talk to. There's no need to be nervous. Have some refreshments first."

No one moved.

Tsk. They're not giving me any face.

Then there's nothing for it.

Han Mingxuan picked up an account book. Though called an account book, it was really a Dataslate.

"Olderself."

"I'm here, Mr. Han."

"Kill him."

"Understood."

Squelch!

Sevatar didn't ask why. He acted immediately.

A head flew up, and blood gushed like a fountain, impossible to stop.

"Ah!!!"

"What a racket. Kill the one who screamed."

Squelch!

"Retch!"

"The one who threw up. Kill that one too."

Just like that, Han Mingxuan's voice sounded like the king of hell calling the roll. Of the hundred-odd nobles present, Han Mingxuan had a third of them beheaded.

"Mr. Han, please stop!"

Oh?

Someone in our own ranks is pleading for them?

"You were in a gang too, kid?" Han Mingxuan sat to one side and asked with a smile.

"I was."

"Mm, at least you're honest. What, did you speak up because you think what I'm doing is wrong?"

The young man said nothing.

"Then you do think I'm wrong."

"What's your name, kid?"

"Shen, Mr. Han. You can call me Shen."

Han Mingxuan nodded. Shen could be called the sole seedling of Nostramo.

The sole rational seedling.

"From today on, just call me Uncle, like Sevatar does. Can you read?"

"Reporting, I can!"