Where there are superheroes, there must be supervillains—their absolute opposites. This is the unchanging truth: where there is light, shadow follows. And right now, the supervillain who hijacked every live broadcast to declare his arrival across City C—Saw—is among the most elite and dangerous criminals alive.

SS-Class! The highest rank officially recognized by the Superhero Administration!

The one and only SS-Class supervillain! The sole name on the Administration’s highest Black Wanted List who remains at large! Each appearance signals a brutal trial for a superhero. Some revere him as a god; others tremble and name him demon. Yet all, without fail, utter one name: Saw!

The female reporter in the crowd clamped a hand tightly over her mouth, stifling a cry. A shiver—indescribable, electric—shot through her. She finally knew why that red-and-black coat felt familiar: it was Saw’s unmistakable signature.

The crimson-lined coat. The mask that sent chills down your spine for no reason. The spotless white gloves. That low, magnetic voice. It was Saw himself! Though his face remained hidden, the impression of youth and slender frame was unmistakable. An SS-Class supervillain… so young?

And she had actually—she had *complained* to the legendary, most dangerous SS-Class supervillain! Unbelievable! Mirror October’s cryptic words before vanishing echoed in her mind, as if foretelling this moment. Without hesitation, she aimed her camera and recorder squarely at… Superhero Huang Lei.

Report thoroughly. Not a single detail missed. No cuts this time. Broadcast *everything*.

The low, raspy voice echoed before the sacred courthouse gates—where justice and evil violently collided. The little puppet’s crimson eyes locked onto Huang Lei. A wicked smirk twisted its deathly pale face, vivid and lifelike, as if reaching through the screen to interrogate the utterly terrified man.

“Huang Lei, you don’t know me, but I’ve watched you. Beneath that shiny superhero facade lies what we both know too well. Pedophile. Murderer. Shameless wretch. Your truth is far more grotesque than most. Today, you fall.” The voice laid bare the hero’s darkest core—cold, clinical, like a dissector performing a sacred autopsy, stripped of all emotion.

“Cut the signal! Alert the Superhero Administration! No criminal tramples the law!!” barked Huang Lei’s father—the presiding judge—to nearby guards. He knew: against such reckless, ruthless evil, this *had* to stop.

Or else… all effort to clear his son’s name would shatter. If the buried scandal resurfaced, even their family’s influence might not survive the fallout…

“The signal—we can’t cut it! Nothing works!”

“The Administration?!”

“The Administration…” The guard’s voice died. He stepped back slightly from the judge. The gesture was unmistakable—like fleeing a plague carrier. Deep unease coiled in the judge’s gut… Those eyes… staring at something unspeakably filthy.

“You exploited superhero privileges to escape punishment. Your parents wielded power to clear your name. That influence drove four innocents to their deaths. Yet Huang Lei—you never showed a shred of remorse in prison…”

Saw’s distant voice remained low, raspy—yet an inexplicable panic seeped into every heart.

“‘Three years served is a bargain; death sentence is worth it.’ For a pedophile who raped and murdered a child, this isn’t sin to repent—it’s a trophy you boast about. Today, you die in disgrace. But first… you play my game: *Reflection: Severing the Past*. Complete it… and the wicked B-Class ‘hero’ Huang Lei dies.”

Media and crowd fell into dead silence. Document after document surfaced—irrefutable text, undeniable footage. No one doubted it. Superhero Huang Lei? No. A demon walking among men. More cruel than any supervillain. His entire family—demons all.

When Saw tore away every veil, the crowd’s gaze shifted fundamentally. Like silent arrows, their stares pierced through lies. The very people dismissed as “rabble,” “lowly,” “troublemakers”—now revealed their true power.

“Listen, Huang Lei. Expose every corruption of your political family—the foundation of your life. Reveal every vile act committed under superhero privilege. Finally… someone will grant the monstrous you release. Do *not* hide what you know. I always know more. Obey the rules, pass the trial… and an unprecedented gift awaits.”

“Life or death—it’s your choice.”

With those words, the puppet’s pale face, twisted with malice, vanished. On the giant screen, a rusted scale—the emblem of justice—appeared.

This was Saw’s cruel game.

A supervillain clinging to a twisted conscience, perverting justice itself.

“You—bastard!! A maggot in the sewers! Think a superhero like me bows to threats?! Dream on! Saw? SS-Class? Laughable! I’m right here—what’ll you do?! Go play your damn game!” Huang Lei, arrogant as ever, spat contemptuously at Saw’s insignia on the screen.

Then—slowly—he sensed the shift. Every person he’d scorned as “rabble,” “lowly,” “troublemakers” now glared with pure hatred. Worse: his father, phone trembling in hand, face etched with conflict, whispered words that froze his blood.

“A call… from the old master. He orders you to… sever all ties with the family.”

Severing ties meant silence. No exposing the family’s corruption. The family had disowned him. The people he swore to protect had abandoned him. Only now did Huang Lei understand—why Saw was called the most dangerous SS-Class supervillain…