"What the hell are you saying?... Dad, I've done so much for the family! I used my Superhero status to gain them so much, and now they're abandoning me... Haha, hahahaha!" Huang Lei burst into a shrill laugh. Saw had utterly crushed his last pillar of support by blackmailing him with the family's sordid secrets.
The Superhero Administration's official website had also been hijacked by Saw. Now, the entire city of C silently watched this game that would utterly disgrace the Superhero. No matter the outcome, even the most powerful families were finished once Saw dragged their rotten ugliness from the shadows into the light.
But there was still a chance!
If Huang Lei cut ties with his family, and the clan went underground briefly, they could weather the storm, smooth things over later, and preserve their foundation. After all, they controlled the media and communication channels. Once they shifted attention, the masses would forget everything completely.
"Xiao Lei, don't speak out—it's the patriarch's order. That heartless bastard holds mountains of the family's hidden secrets. They must never be exposed to the Superhero Administration..." So they absolutely could not be exposed! That damn bastard was definitely scheming this! Even sacrificing his own son wouldn't let Saw win!
Superhero? Powerful clans? Overwhelming authority?
All laughable self-deception! They utterly failed to grasp the game's essence, judging others with their own pitifully vile minds. Heh, the human heart is a crystal-clear mirror. If your reflection is ugly, it's simply your own inner filth laid bare.
Ignored by all, Mirror October stood in the vast crowd, gazing up at the demons in human skin at the courthouse gates. A deep, unshakable sneer curled his lips. He'd seen this scene countless times—standing in the human world, staring into hell. He was long tired of this unchanging farce. They didn't understand redemption, didn't know their true sins, felt no repentance... The game's end was sealed because they never learned its rules.
As if in pity, the curve of his pale lips deepened. Mirror October sighed silently, his crimson eyes like blood-dripping gems, reflecting the ridiculous spectacle of human nature exposed on the high platform.
"Why... Why must I alone bear what you did using my Superhero identity?! I never took bribes! I never forced anyone to die!... So you're abandoning me now? Because some trash threatened you twice, you throw me away... Heh, hahahaha..." Huang Lei's expression flickered with terrifying hysteria. His greatest reliance was gone; people now stared at him like he was a demon. His Superhero identity neared ruin, his family's power had forsaken him. By the game's rules, he could have spoken freely...
But now, speaking or not changed little. The rules had decided everything—the guilty Superhero would die. Yet the player utterly misunderstood Saw's words.
He was just... he was just unwilling to accept it!!
He was so young, with prime youth to waste, a wonderful Superhero life still unenjoyed! He didn't want to die! He wouldn't die here!... Escape! Now! With his strength, he could flee.
Huang Lei's expression shifted wildly before he made up his mind to ignore the game and run. Damn game! Let that bastard Saw play it alone!
Like an arrow loosed from a bow, Huang Lei darted madly toward a roadside vehicle. This sudden move shocked everyone. No one expected a mere B-Class hero to dare rebel against an SS-Class super villain's icy stare. His desperate charge looked utterly ridiculous, yet no one laughed. Only a nameless unease filled the air...
"Game over!"
Screech!!!
Though no sound came, everyone's minds conjured an unbearable tension—as if something snapped taut—making them instinctively flinch from the looming Dire Calamity. Just as they lowered their heads, Mirror October, savoring the cold rain in the crowd, clenched his fist. A crimson light pierced the sky in an instant! It predicted Huang Lei's every move, plunging straight into his heart!
The arrow, blazing with crimson lotus hellfire, burned the sins of the criminal pinned to the ground.
No scream escaped. A lifelike crimson lotus bloomed fully from his body. In a blink, the B-Class hero's form and powers vanished without a trace. The fine rain swept away the ashes, leaving nothing—as if it were all a mirage...
Dead. He'd failed to grasp the rules, violated the game's core. Mirror October (Saw) eliminated this utterly despicable scum without hesitation.
"I'd thought perhaps a seemingly foolish soul might understand the true meaning. But no—only running, never facing... Superhero? How laughable." His words dripped sarcasm, yet his slightly raised pale face seemed to weep. Mirror October slowly turned his head. Beside him stood the reporter, hand clamped over her mouth, too terrified to breathe.
His shadowed face was indistinct, faint streaks of blood-red visible.
"Did you report it well? Recorded every detail? No deletions allowed? Did you fully document this sin as I commanded, Miss Reporter?" The two stood openly ignored—Saw, the super villain, impossibly distant yet smiling faintly, asking her duty as casually as "have you eaten?"
"I... recorded it... all..." Though he was evil, the reporter stared at the slender figure in the red-lined coat and felt an eerie safety. A sacred silence like rebirth, the rain washing sins clean...
"A year ago, you began tracking this case. I'm truly pleased—you kept coverage relatively fair despite the pressure. Small compromises exist, but your courage was immense... Miss Reporter, thank you." Suddenly, Mirror October's smile lost its sarcasm, turning genuinely warm.
An SS-Class super villain sincerely thanking a reporter—utterly absurd!
Why? Why would Saw thank her?
