Harming others

Power—these two simple words are enough to be the answer that countless lives pursue, no matter how perfect the system or how complex the structure.

Life pursues power; the law of the jungle is the most primitive and purest hierarchical relationship.

Whether it's wealth, fame, or power, these are essentially all about making oneself "stronger." And the most direct form of "strength" is this most primal violence.

strength.

Chiyome's body was enveloped in the crystal, which was burning rapidly and surging with immense energy.

These energies cannot directly improve one's magnetic field cultivation. Even within the Magnetic Field World, those whose power can directly reach the upper limit of the new environment after a change in environment are extremely rare, one in ten thousand.

Even with Ibuki-Douji unleashing enough energy to sink half of Japan, he could only give Chiyome three minutes to break through. With each breakthrough, this time would decrease further.

It's like a fuse that's burning at both ends.

Because each increase in the Magnetic Field Power is more difficult than the previous one, the energy consumption will be correspondingly higher.

Moreover, in this way, if the cultivator does not have enough talent and emotion to drive the power and break through to a higher realm, this energy will be wasted.

Moreover, it is related to the purity of the energy; the power of this fallen god is only capped at 80,000 horsepower over three minutes.

Sweat dripped continuously from Chiyome's body, but her strength was like a cart stuck in mud, unable to advance even an inch no matter what she did.

I can't let this opportunity slip by. This is my only chance to change things. If I can gain power surpassing Uesugi Kenshin, Mochizuki won't have to depend on Takeda anymore.

However, no matter how much this determination is urged, it can only go so far.

As the opportunity slipped away and the crystal gradually disappeared, Chiyome stopped using her power. She took a deep breath, then opened her eyes and gazed into the distance.

Chiyome glanced at the pharmacy in the distance, then turned her gaze to the Takeda Clan, specifically to the room that was being repaired.

Memories flooded back; she could never forget the man who dipped his foot into the drink. And what had she done back then?

Hesitation! Hesitation about whether to comply, whether to drink that disgusting stuff in exchange for the future of the Mochizuki Clan. Even if the final outcome is not like this, deep down, it seems that another self is constantly mocking his own compromise.

Looking back, if Morotoki hadn't gone mad at the time, and had remained in that suffocating atmosphere, what would his final choice have been?

"Need I say more? You'll definitely swallow it down, then run to a secluded corner and desperately gag your throat with your fingers to vomit it up, along with your stomach acid."

Even if you vomit it out, you can't change the fact.

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice reached her ears, Chiyome quickly shook her head in denial:

"No, I didn't agree, I..."

She fell silent at this point, the voices around her growing louder and louder, making it impossible for her to ignore them.

"But you were clearly thinking about it; you didn't immediately reject it, so what?"

Mochizuki Chiyome, are you even deceiving yourself?

A loud crash shattered the still-drunk Takeda Moritoki Takeda's mansion, startling him so much that he rolled off the bed. Bai Mo had spared his life that day in order to find clues about Douman, but he hadn't expected Douman to gamble everything and make such a spectacular exit.

Therefore, Bai Mo naturally had no interest in caring about this poor wretch.

Morotoki rubbed his head, which he had bumped, and then he felt the hairs on his body stand on end. A female ninja appeared in his room like a ghost, scaring him so much that he scurried around like a cockroach.

"Chiyome... what are you doing here?"

Chiyome didn't speak, but simply raised her finger, and then a Magnetic Field Rotation force pierced through the thigh of Morotoki in front of her.

"Ah--! Enemy attack! Help!"

Pfft, upon hearing Morotoki's cry for help, Chiyome burst out laughing. Morotoki the first time Sheng Shi had ever seen this woman laugh. To be honest, he would rather face ten thousand executioners than this laughing woman.

What's the difference between that smile and a ghost's?

Chiyome raised her hand and pulled him directly to the window, Morotoki half of his body exposed. People were walking by below, and the guards were only a few meters away from him.

"What's wrong? Shout!"

Chiyome's cold voice came from behind. Morotoki the pain in her thigh, Morishige screamed in agony:

"Help! Someone, please help me! Where is everyone? The Mochizuki Clan has rebelled!"

Soon, despair appeared on his face. Morotoki's cries for help would not get through, as the surrounding area was sealed off by Magnetic Field Power, and no matter how much he roared, no one answered.

Looking at the soldiers below, Morotoki suddenly collapsed to the ground, bleeding profusely. He felt that his life was about to end.

He stared intently at Chiyome with a sinister gaze. In response, Chiyome raised her hand, and Magnetic Field Power appeared on Morotoki's thigh.

Magnetic Field Rotation -- Cellular Regeneration.

With a sharp, excruciating pain, Morotoki looked at his thigh, its muscles contorted but indeed healed. His eyes widened in terror, even tinged with despair.

At that moment, the man realized that his life was no longer in his own hands.

He knew beforehand that Chiyome had the ability to kill him, but the long-standing privilege and status that the system had bestowed upon him made him feel that the rules would protect him and restrict Chiyome.

But now, these rules have been completely shattered before him. There is no male superiority or female inferiority, no upper or lower classes, only the purest form of survival of the fittest.

"Hahaha, what? Isn't that clever? You've come to terms with reality right away. I thought your brain had rotted away!"

Chiyome sat atop the wardrobe, looking down at Morotoki.

It's really nice to see people from a high place.

Morotoki took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and roared:

"Fuck you! Mochizuki Chiyome, kill me if you want! Men of the Takeda Clan are never afraid of death!"

Upon hearing this, Chiyome scoffed coldly, her eyes filled with disdain. The so-called samurai spirit, in the face of an absolute power gap, seemed like the naive words of a child who didn't understand anything.

"Death? You wish."

With a slight twitch of Chiyome's fingers, several Magnetic Field Power pierced through Morotoki's body. In an instant, blood gushed out, and the intense pain shattered the pride of his samurai heart. He lay on the ground, howling in agony.

"Now that I think about it, it makes sense. If those samurai considered seppuku (ritual suicide) an expression of their spirit, why bother with the kaishakunin (second)? In the end, wasn't it all about reducing the pain?"

It's laughable that I was influenced by such hypocrisy; how shameful!

Magnetic Field Rotation -- Cellular Regeneration.

Morotoki's body recovered once again, but he was extremely weak, and the light in his eyes had completely disappeared, replaced only by deep fear.

What exactly do you want to do?

"What are you doing? Saying these things at a time like this, you dog! Ever since I obtained this power, how many times have you made things difficult for me? How many times have you publicly humiliated me? You even tried to kill me with that Onmyoji. If it weren't for him..."

Do you remember how many times you treated me like a servant at victory celebrations, ordering me around and pouring wine over my head?

Moreover, you took advantage of your relationship with that Shingen to embezzle the bounty and supplies from my people. Do you know how many people died in Mochizuki before we met him because of the lack of medicine?

Chiyome's words grew increasingly cold, Morotoki Morishita's face turned deathly pale. With each word Chiyome spoke, he felt a sense of despair.

Because what she said was true.

Seeing the despair on Morotoki's face, Chiyome couldn't help but smile.

An indescribable joy, a unique delight of intelligent life, constantly stimulated her brain. Looking down at Takeda, whom she had once looked up to, she saw his despair in the face of power.

"Laugh."

Chiyome couldn't help but let out a strange laugh; she now understood what this joy was all about.

Domination! This is the oldest and most forbidden pleasure belonging to intelligent beings. To completely grasp the fate of another intelligent being in one's palm and knead it at will.

Life and death are decided in a single thought, leaving no room for choice. If I don't agree, this guy can't even die!

This thought was incredibly clear, like a flame constantly burning within her heart, and what was even more delightful was that most people in this world were just like the Morotoki before her.

Morotoki, relentlessly tormented, rolled on the ground, his painful cries unable to escape. As he scattered the items in the room, a scroll containing a secret order rolled out.

Chiyome frowned, and the secret order immediately flew to Chiyome hand. Upon opening it, Chiyome's gaze turned icy.

It was indeed a secret order from the Emperor to punish Mochizuki Chiyome, who was considered a calamity.

This thing was simply something Ashiya Dōman prepared to encourage Morotoki. Although it was written by the Emperor himself, the Emperor himself probably didn't even know he had written it, since he was completely under Ashiya Dōman's control.

However, neither of the two people present knew about this.

The Morotoki was completely chaotic, and now he could only believe in the pinnacle of worldly power in his heart. Even if it was just a decorative object, it was indeed this poor wretch's only hope.

He murmured tremblingly:

"I... was acting on the Emperor's orders. I am the Emperor's warrior. You can't kill me, and it has nothing to do with me."

It wasn't me who harmed you... it was the Emperor, it was this world that wanted to harm you.

The next moment, a sound of bones breaking and tendons snapping came from the room. Sheng Morotoki was alive in a bizarre state, while Chiyome had vanished from the scene.