"Oh... heh heh heh. Much faster than I'd anticipated. This city-wide live broadcast game has finally riled up those idle bureaucrats at the Central Bureau. Like a cat whose tail's been stepped on—jumping up, yowling, and trying to scratch. Utterly ridiculous. Haha..."

The pursuers from the Superhero Administration were just like that. Only true Superheroes could combat true super villains. Those beasts in human clothing at least grasped the basics of crime.

Take someone like Huang Lei—a packaged "hero" with nothing but a shiny shell. Facing genuine super villains like them? His tragic fate was predictable. Natural enemies, heroes and villains. Of course, Mirror October never saw himself as a villain; it was just a label others slapped on him.

The door swung open. Another figure in a red-lined black coat entered... but what stunned Xu Mo was the pristine white bandages wrapped tightly around every exposed inch of their body—a walking mummy! In the mummy's right hand rested a crimson compound bow, pulsing with arcane energy.

"For your safety, please leave immediately. I'll handle the pursuers, Saw."

A steady male voice, evoking unwavering resolve. Anyone could hear the deep reverence in it—the kind reserved for a godfather who grants rebirth, loyalty that never wavered.

Being hunted was common since Mirror October became Saw. Even facing the Superhero Administration's highest-level kill order, a mocking smile lingered on his lips. Superheroes... how many truly deserved the title?

"Crimson Trade, you're too tense," Mirror October said, pulling his hood back up. His spotless white gloves slowly interlaced. Beneath shadowed bangs, crimson eyes gleamed faintly with a bloody sheen. "Who's chasing us? Lapdogs... or some hotheaded rookie~~?"

"Just insignificant lapdogs." Lapdogs—mindless, will-less creatures. In the eyes of a Jigsaw Disciple, they weren't even human. Brute strength without purpose? Worthless!

"No. Not entirely lapdogs. One intriguing fellow followed us too..."

Crimson Trade froze, a trace of shame flickering across his bandage-wrapped face. Beside him, Xu Mo finally realized he'd been accepted. After a year-long path of vengeance, abandoned by society, he'd found a home in this dark world.

"S-Class hero. One of the Ace Seven Riders from the Central Bureau. The Tolerant One. An old friend..." S-Class was the strongest hero the Superhero Administration could command—their peak combat power. Sending him after Mirror October? A monumentally stupid decision!

"Crimson Trade, you're only A-Class," Saw mused, turning his gaze. A-Class versus S-Class? Even with ranged advantages, it was perilous—especially against the battle-hardened S-Class hero, the Justice Knight!

"Your orders are law. Even an S-Class enemy, I'll kill him gloriously."

"Haha, don't worry. I won't send my disciples on pointless errands. Time to go." Saw paused. "But I just recalled the Central Bureau's other ace... Justice Knight, one of the Seven Riders. How's he faring? After all, he's always been our (Jigsaw Disciples') most valued subject." The Jigsaw Sect tested Superheroes through brutal trials. Few passed. Justice Knight was one.

Mirror October had clashed with him once, under the banner of justice—a game thick with suspense. Mirror October had almost lost. Almost. Because that man's justice was built on lies. No matter how firm as black iron, it was a castle in the air, collapsing at a touch.

But I (Saw) am different. We (Disciples) are different. Our justice blooms from the most visceral bloodshed. Only through flowers of evil can the fruit of good ripen.

"Oh! Nearly forgot our new partner. My apologies!" Mirror October slowly produced a pale mask etched with an eerie grin, hiding his blurred face completely. Only then did the aura of an SS-Class super villain—chilling, unsettling—begin to seep out.

"...Crimson Trade, I leave the rest to you." After years of loyalty, Mirror October trusted him with Jigsaw Sect duties. "Take him to the base. Explain our work. I have a new subject to evaluate."

"Tell me my next target!"

"Tsk tsk~~ Not decided yet... but it'll be fascinating." Watching Crimson Trade's eagerness, Saw radiated a dangerous vibe from behind the mask. That target? No one could interfere.

"W-wait!" Xu Mo's voice cracked as his new mentor turned to leave. Panic surged—a child abandoned by parents.

The reborn deserved grace. Mirror October halted, his fading silhouette pausing. Xu Mo clenched his teeth, mustering courage. "Saw... sir..."

"Haha, no need for 'sir.' I'm neither noble nor lowly. Just call me Saw." Amusement tinged his words. He'd long outgrown needing flattery.

"It's... the Superhero Administration's pursuit. Please be careful!"

That behemoth monopolized the nation's elite fighters. Rotting from within, it still wielded terrifying power. The Jigsaw Sect, lurking in its shadow, couldn't possibly withstand it...

Xu Mo worried. He'd seen how ruthlessly those bigwigs operated. If they turned that filth on Saw...

"Your concern is appreciated. But... the Superhero Administration? Heh heh. Once you start your work, you'll see how laughable it is beneath. That place... couldn't even save its strongest Superhero..." Mirror October's voice trailed off. His form dissolved into the air, silent and gone.