Chapter 1: The Root of Purgatory
Night, Monday, July 3, 2023.
The pale moonlight was sliced vertically by towering skyscrapers, casting a chilling glow into the narrow alleyway. A criminal knelt on the ground, his breath ragged and mixed with trembling sobs as he pleaded:
"Spare... spare me! Don't kill me... it’s my first time! I promise, I’ll change! I’ll never do it again! Please..."
A dark silhouette stood tall before him, its voice calm to the point of cruelty:
"Impossible. Let me tell you something: once someone commits a wicked act, even if they spend the rest of their life doing good, people will only look at the evil they have done. Therefore, do not do evil, not even once."
Rumble!
The figure stomped on the ground, causing the earth to shake. A massive brick wall rose abruptly behind the transgressor like a preordained tombstone. Without a single wasted motion, the black shadow lunged forward. A powerful side kick pinned the man against the rock-hard wall. The dry sound of crushing bones echoed through the air. As the wall vanished into the void, life departed from the culprit.
From the darkness, Tehimosin stepped out:
"Are you the Law Executioner
"That's right," Tenlastther replied, his voice as nonchalant as if he had just finished a minor chore. "Who are you?"
Tehimosin: "I am a friend of MalC?urVist, and I want to tell you one thing: he is dead."
Tenlastther’s pupils constricted. The air seemed to freeze. He slowly clenched his fist: "Why is he dead? Who killed him?"
Tehimosin: "I don't know. That is why I came to find you, so we can investigate together."
Tenlastther looked at the man with suspicion: "How did you find me?"
Tehimosin took a deep breath, his gaze drifting: "MalC?urVist told me that if I wanted to find you, I should look in places that disregard the law, defy the law, or schools with poor education and bullying..."
Tehimosin then handed a handwritten letter from MalC?urVist to Tenlastther.
Tenlastther scanned the familiar handwriting: "I can't believe someone as skilled as him is dead."
Tehimosin: "No one knows why he died?"
Tenlastther spoke up, his eyes fixed on his phone screen where a sequence of numbers was dancing. "The money he earned is still flowing steadily into the group's account every day. If he's dead, where is this money coming from?"
Tehimosin: "This only proves one thing. MalC?urVist was exceptionally brilliant—so brilliant that even in death, he knew how to keep earning for the group."
Tehimosin: "But even brilliance has its limits. Eventually, that flow will stop, and your group's finances will surely run dry. Aren't you worried?"
Tenlastther pocketed his phone and gave a slight shrug. His smile carried the innocence of his age but was laced with the coldness of an assassin.
"I don't know about the others, but that certainly doesn't affect me."
"Why?"
"Because I'm still a student," Tenlastther replied naturally. "I'm still being raised by my parents, eating family meals. What I do here is about enforcing justice, not making a living."
Tehimosin was stunned. He looked closely at the height and face of his counterpart: "You... are still a student? What grade are you in?"
Tenlastther: "After this summer, I'll be in the 12th grade."
An awkward silence enveloped Tehimosin: "An 11th grader holding the power over life and death..."
He rubbed his forehead, sighing heavily.
"Alright... it's very late. Go home before your parents worry. We will talk in the morning."
Tenlastther nodded and turned to walk away, waving his hand:
"Bye. See you tomorrow morning."
The teenager's silhouette gradually dissolved into the dim streetlights, leaving Tehimosin alone in the empty alley where the criminal's corpse remained as a testament to the brutal justice Tenlastther pursued.
Chapter 2: Ten Billion Types of Justice
Morning, Tuesday, July 4, 2023.
On the rooftop of an abandoned building, the wind whistled through rusted iron bars.
Tenlastther spoke first: "What kind of people did the ones you kill belong to? For example, MalC?urVist would kill those who were lazy, who didn't want to work but wanted money. As for me, I kill those who break the law and despise it. The more the law forbids something, the more eagerly they do it. Those who arrogantly claim that 'Rules are made to be broken' are my favorite targets."
Tenlastther looked down at the bustling streets: "I also kill those who love to show off, the blatant criminals. You know? Those who commit crimes openly, without hiding, without any fear of the world's punishment. And those who commit crimes against humanity."
Tenlastther: "The most prominent lately are cybercriminals—those who hide behind screens to scam, spread fake news, and destroy people's lives without fearing any earthly retribution. They think the virtual veil of the Internet can protect them from my judgment."
Tehimosin: "I kill monsters."
Tenlastther: "Sounds cool. You mean those who are so evil they no longer deserve the status of being human, right?"
Tehimosin only gave a slight nod: "You can think of it that way."
In reality, until now, Tehimosin had never killed anyone.
Tenlastther suddenly stopped and asked a philosophical question: "How can the world achieve absolute fairness?"
Tehimosin answered sincerely: "I don't know. Can you tell me?"
Tenlastther: "To have fairness, there must first be justice. But the irony is that everyone has their own version of justice. Imagine, if the world has ten billion people, that means there are ten billion types of justice. That is exactly why absolute fairness is so difficult to achieve."
Tehimosin: "That's called personal justice, kid. And because there are too many 'personal justices,' it's hard for society to reach 'true fairness'."
Tenlastther shook his head: "If you chase so-called 'true fairness,' you won't find it even until the day you die. Adults believe that 'Only children seek and pursue fairness.' They see it as naivety, as an illusion."
Tenlastther: "That is the reason for everything I am doing. If no one in this world believes in fairness anymore, I will help them. I will use my own way to prove to them that fairness still exists in this world."
Tenlastther looked directly into Tehimosin's eyes, his pupils constricting with unwavering determination:
"For those who do not believe in fairness, I will become their fairness."
Chapter 3: When Justice Bends the Truth
Wednesday, July 5, 2023.
The sweltering summer sky seemed to chill under the coldness of Tenlastther’s voice. Tehimosin looked deep into his eyes and asked:
"Why is the justice you pursue a death sentence for those who break the law?"
Tenlastther remained silent for a long time, then said: "Let me use a story to help you understand."
“The Father Seeking Justice for His Daughter”
In a remote corner of the Lowlands, where provincial roads run long through peaceful rice fields and villages, an unjust tragedy occurred that left society aching. It is the story of B.T., a 14-year-old girl in the 9th grade, innocent and full of dreams, who passed away on September 4, 2022, in T.O. district, V.L. province.
That afternoon, on Provincial Road 901, B.T. was riding her electric bicycle home from school with a friend. A truck driven by a driver named Chung, while attempting a reckless overtake, swerved into the left lane by nearly half a meter. B.T. collided slightly with a friend’s bike in front and fell. The heavy truck wheels crushed the girl, stealing her young life.
A life ended due to a single irresponsible act on the road. But the real pain began afterward. The local investigative agency—the T.O. District Police—decided not to prosecute the case for a bizarre reason: "The person who committed the dangerous act for society has died."
That person was B.T.—the deceased victim—who was branded the "culprit," while the truck driver who overtook unsafely was "acquitted." The scene diagram was drawn incorrectly, measurements were abnormal, and the witness (B.T.'s friend, who saw everything and took her to the hospital) confirmed the truth was being distorted. Public opinion called it "blatant injustice": the victim died and was blamed, while the real perpetrator was protected.
Mr. V.P., B.T.'s 42-year-old father, refused to accept this. He sent complaints and denunciations to the District Police, the District and Provincial Procuracies, and even the Supreme People's Procuracy. Three times his petitions were rejected; three times his hopes were crushed. He screamed for justice, but the local legal system remained silent or intentionally covered it up. His faith in the law shattered completely.
On April 28, 2023, in utter despair, Mr. V.P. took a gun to driver Chung’s house, shot and seriously wounded him, and then committed suicide outside. He departed, carrying his daughter's injustice and the resentment of a father pushed to a dead end.
This story isn't just a traffic accident. It is painful proof of social injustice: when justice is bent, when victims are wrongly accused, and when the people's cries for help are ignored, humans can be pushed to extreme actions.
Tehimosin: "I understand. You kill those who break the law but whom the legal system 'cannot' or 'will not' punish, right?"
Tehimosin: "Like in your story, the ones at fault are the district police, the traffic police, and the heads of the Procuracy at all levels who harbored a criminal."
Tenlastther stared into space, his eyes cold as a frozen lake. He spoke in a youthful voice that contained a terrifyingly deep insight:
"Exactly. Because justice is not always equivalent to the truth. A truth can be unfair, and a fair action does not necessarily reflect the truth."
He turned slightly, his school uniform fluttering in the wind.
"The world always confuses these two concepts. In some cases, justice and truth are like two parallel lines, destined never to meet."
Tenlastther took a step forward:
"The truth is that the girl died under the truck wheels. The truth is the files were swapped. But where is the justice? If the truth only brings pain and helplessness to those left behind, then that truth is worthless trash. Therefore, to balance the scales, I must use the final 'variable'."
He raised his hand, as if holding the fate of others in his palm.
"Therefore, my justice is death for those who break the law. When the law no longer has the power to deter, when truth is twisted by power and money, then death is the only thing heavy enough to restore order. It is the final sentence—no appeals, no bribes, and absolutely fair."
Tenlastther turned to Tehimosin, his eyes burning with extreme conviction:
"I don't kill them because I hate them. I kill them to protect the sanctity of the Law. If crime is not paid for with the most precious thing—life—then laws are just dead letters on paper. I am the final 'stopping point,' so that tragedies like that father's never have to happen again."
Tehimosin was silent. He felt an invisible but fierce killing intent radiating from the boy.
"Aren't you afraid you'll become the monster you're hunting?" Tehimosin asked softly.
Tenlastther curled his lip into a pale smile:
"If it leaves the world clean of those who despise the law, I am willing to be the last monster guarding the gates of hell."
Tehimosin: "If you become a monster, I will defeat you."
Tenlastther: "I'm not afraid. And one more thing, do you know what?"
Tehimosin: "What?"
Tenlastther: "Killing those who break the law but can't be touched by the legal system... the people will cheer for you like a hero."
Sunday, August 6, 2023.
A full month passed, and the investigation into MalC?urVist’s death remained at a dead end.
"Well, it's time for school to start," Tehimosin patted Tenlastther’s shoulder. "Go to school; leave the investigation to me."
Tenlastther looked at his older friend with a hint of worry:
"Be careful with your investigation. In this area, middle school students are very dangerous. At that age, they are reckless, have nothing to do, and have more guts than brains. They love to show off and associate with bad elements, from gangsters to terrorists."
Tehimosin sighed: "I know. I've seen middle schoolers chasing adults with machetes."
Tenlastther: "They are young and arrogant. High egos and 'fake pride' have created child gangs. They don't realize everything they do is meaningless. They live by the rule of 'a life for a life.' They do whatever they want just to satisfy themselves, even if it's illegal."
Tehimosin: "Because they know that at their age, the law can't really do anything to them."
Tenlastther: "Their weapons are usually machetes, homemade knives, or steel pipes. They are so arrogant that if you just walk by without 'greeting' them properly, they will attack. So, I sincerely advise you: if you see middle schoolers, it's best to run."
Tehimosin: "Alright, I'll remember. Go home and study hard."
Tenlastther: "Bye. See you soon."
Chapter 4: The Era of the Arrogant
Monday, August 7, 2023.
The school bell rang sharply, cutting through the August morning air. For Tenlastther, this was the start of 12th grade at a new school. This was already his third school in three years. Tenlastther’s rule was simple: wherever education is rotten and school violence thrives, he will appear.
As soon as he passed the school gate, Tenlastther caught the eye of the bullies in his grade. Nam, a hulking 12th grader, stood arrogantly in the hallway. Relying on his brother's reputation as a notorious gangster, he treated intimidating new students as a ritual to affirm his position as the "boss" of the 12th grade.
As Tenlastther was walking, Nam rushed up and grabbed his collar.
"Hey, newbie, your face is annoying, isn't it?"
He used his strength to throw Tenlastther onto the tiled floor. The sound of the impact made surrounding students avoid them in fear. But the hunter had chosen the wrong prey.
In the split second his back hit the ground, Tenlastther’s eyes changed, his gaze becoming the cold, murderous look of the "Executioner." In a flash, Tenlastther reversed the situation. He gripped Nam’s throat tightly. His grip was so strong that Nam’s eyes rolled back and he began to foam at the mouth as his oxygen was cut off. The surrounding lackeys were stunned. They had never seen a student with such terrifying eyes—the eyes of someone willing to take a life without blinking.
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"Let... let him go!" one stammered.
Tenlastther shoved Nam aside like a bag of trash. Nam lay on the ground, gasping for air and coughing violently. The bullies immediately scattered like mice before a true predator.
Tuesday, August 8, 2023.
Humiliated in front of the whole grade, Nam ran to his brother, Handrix, for help. Handrix was a real gangster with a rugged look: covered in tattoos, silver-dyed hair, ears full of piercings, and always exhaling pungent cigarette smoke.
Handrix stood blocking the school stairs, holding two gleaming fruit knives. He twirled the knives skillfully, a fierce and contemptuous look on his face as he saw Tenlastther.
"You like choking my brother, don't you? Today, I'll let you taste steel."
Tenlastther looked at the two blades, then at Handrix’s trembling hands. He sighed. Before Handrix could react, Tenlastther’s hands moved like the wind.
In the blink of an eye, the two knives were in Tenlastther’s hands.
"Knives are for the kitchen, not for threatening lives," Tenlastther said, his voice flat.
He casually handed the knives back. Feeling insulted, Handrix roared and lunged forward, trying to stab Tenlastther’s shoulder. But once again, the blades changed owners faster than the eye could follow.
"Hold your knives tighter," Tenlastther reminded him coldly, handing them back again.
The third time, Handrix completely snapped. He swung the knives wildly, hoping to graze the boy's skin. The result remained the same. The knives were taken away as easily as a toy from a naughty child.
"I told you to hold them tighter."
Tenlastther offered the knives one more time. This time, Handrix was terrified. He looked into Tenlastther’s eyes, which were as calm as an abyss, and his whole body shook. Primal fear overcame his pride. He dropped the knives and ran for his life down the stairs.
As school ended, the courtyard was in chaos again. An was taking his bicycle out when he was surrounded and mobbed by a group of students.
"Don't hit him! He just got a girlfriend!" a girl screamed.
"He promised his girlfriend he wouldn't fight anymore! If he fights back, she'll break up with him!"
But the pleas fell on deaf ears. Among these students, violence was a primal language. Despite vows or love, the hooligan nature remained deep in their veins.
An couldn't hold back for long. The pride of a schoolboy was insulted more strongly than the fear of losing a lover. He threw his bike aside and dove into the brawl with all his inherent aggression.
From a distance, Tenlastther watched the brawl with contempt.
A life for a life, pride traded for injuries. These teenagers didn't understand they were wasting their youth on the most meaningless things. He pulled his backpack onto his shoulder and walked through the screams, thinking of the warning he gave Tehimosin:
At this age, they have more guts than brains.
Chapter 5: Purging the School Ruins
The subsequent days at the new school passed in a tedious and hollow loop.
Tenlastther stood on the rooftop, resting his chin on the rusted iron railing, his cold eyes observing the "play" unfolding in the backyard below. Two gangs of students, claiming to be "seniors," were facing off. They brandished iron pipes and homemade machetes, their mouths spewing crude insults. The reason for this impending bloodbath? Merely to compete for the attention of a girl.
But the reality was so pathetic it was laughable.
They just stood there arguing, pointing weapons at each other to intimidate and flaunt a fierce exterior. The moment one student lost patience and lunged forward, the opposing side immediately abandoned both their weapons and their pride to flee for their lives. The pursuers and the pursued created a scene that was chaotic yet empty.
That night, Tenlastther recounted the entire event to Tehimosin at their usual meeting spot.
Tehimosin asked: "Why did you choose to attend that school?"
Tenlastther replied: "When I walked past that school, I felt its filth. It's because a student recently committed suicide there."
The reason for the suicide: While using the restroom, Student A was cornered by a group of bullies who pulled a plastic bag over his head and urinated on him.
"I will clean that school," Tenlastther affirmed.
Tehimosin looked at him, smiling with pride: "You are impressive. MalC?urVist praised you a lot. He said that wherever you go, the crime rate drops to zero. The places you pass through become extremely peaceful and truly worth living in."
Tenlastther then recounted other things he had witnessed: Two boys fighting until they were exhausted, fighting until death, fighting until they suffered multiple traumatic injuries...
Tenlastther: "Do you know why?"
Tehimosin: "No?"
Tenlastther: "At this age, pride is everything. No one wants to lose, no one will take a step back. They fight until someone finally admits defeat."
Tenlastther: "They've decided that a fight ends with one person dead and the other in a juvenile detention center."
Tehimosin sighed and shared a story he had recently heard: "A 12th-grade boy was bullied and reported it to his teacher. As a result, the bully grew even more resentful. He brought his older cousin along and waited at the school gate the next day to force the boy to drink ditch water, eat mud, eat dirt... they even urinated into his mouth..."
"I know about that case," Tenlastther interrupted, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. "He is my classmate. And I have stepped in to end it."
That afternoon, under a cold drizzle in the wasteland behind the school, the scene was disgusting. Three teenagers were pinning a thin boy down into the muddy slush.
"Drink it! Drink it for me!" one laughed hoarsely.
Another grabbed the victim's hair, jerking his head back to let the muddy water pour into his mouth.
"You like snitching to the teacher, don't you? Go ahead, do it again!" The leader cackled, holding a scoop of trash-filled ditch water close to the victim's mouth.
Right then—
THUD!
A kick as powerful as a thunderbolt slammed into the leader's back, sending him flying into a metal trash bin.
The other two spun around.
Tenlastther appeared, holding a black umbrella, standing tall amidst the rain.
"Let him go," Tenlastther’s voice was soft, yet carried the weight of a thousand tons.
"Who the hell are you? Do you know who you're messing with?!" The bully's cousin stood up, flicking open a switchblade.
In the blink of an eye, just as the blade snapped open, Tenlastther closed the distance. He used no weapon. An elegant hand parry sent the knife flying, immediately followed by a steel-like punch driven straight into the opponent's gut. The guy collapsed into the mud, vomiting dirty water.
The next one charged—Tenlastther stepped aside, grabbed his wrist, spun him around, and snapped his arm down into the mud.
CRACK!
"Gack...!" he screamed.
The last one rushed forward with a pole. Tenlastther raised his hand to block, twisted the boy's wrist, and pulled hard. The pole dropped. A sharp elbow strike smashed directly into the boy's jaw.
Tenlastther grabbed the leader by the hair and shoved his face into the very puddle of ditch water he had intended for his classmate.
"Do you like the taste of it?" Tenlastther asked coldly.
He helped his classmate up, brushing the mud off the shivering boy's shoulders. Tenlastther turned back to the group lying scattered on the ground, delivering a bitter judgment:
"The strong always bully the weak. That is how this society is. When they see someone vulnerable, instead of protecting them, the strong always choose to torment them. But that is not strength. That is merely cowardice disguised as violence."
Tenlastther turned and walked away, leaving behind the aggressive teenagers, who were now nothing more than hollow shells paralyzed by terror.
On the way, the boy whispered to Tenlastther:
"I... I'm terrified of going to school. They said if I dared tell my parents or teachers again, they would kill me..."
Tenlastther stopped and placed a hand on his shoulder:
"It’s okay now. I will be here. And if they return... they will regret ever being born."
That evening, Tenlastther recounted everything to Tehimosin, his voice as steady as if he were discussing the weather. Tehimosin looked at him for a long time and smiled.
"You did well."
And from that day on, Tenlastther’s name began to spread quietly through the school—not as someone to be feared, but as the one all the most vulnerable students hoped to meet.
Chapter 6: The Sentence of Action
On the familiar road home, as the sunset dyed the deserted alley red, Tenlastther abruptly stopped.
Harsh sounds rang out, tearing through the silence. These were not the sounds of students playing. These were venomous curses and the dry sounds of slaps. Soft sobbing mixed with savage laughter drifted from behind a pile of rusted containers—a hidden corner few dared to enter.
Tenlastther approached, slowly but without hesitation. The scene that appeared made the surrounding air feel as though it had frozen solid.
A group of 8th-grade girls surrounded a petite girl. The victim knelt on the ground, her thin shoulders shaking violently. The bullies showed no mercy; they grabbed her hair, jerking her head back to film her with their phones, while others laughed triumphantly.
"You think just because you're pretty, you can do whatever you want?" a girl with sharp features shouted, holding a small pair of scissors.
The sound of tearing fabric was cruel. The school uniform was ripped open, exposing her thin shoulders and mottled bruises. The poor girl could only try to cover herself with her hands, her sobs choking in her throat from sheer humiliation.
And then, from the shadows behind them, a man about 36 years old stepped out. His face was flushed from alcohol, his eyes bloodshot, and he had already begun unbuckling his belt. He licked his lips, his voice lecherous:
"Let me 'take care' of her. You little brats, stand aside."
The girl cried hysterically, struggling in vain. The group of girls only laughed louder, one even kicking her in the stomach. The victim's screams grew faint, swallowed by the apathy of her peers and the heinous crime of a depraved man.
Tenlastther stepped into the dim light of a distant streetlamp.
"Stop."
Tenlastther’s voice was ice-cold, not loud, but enough to make everyone jump. The girls turned pale, immediately recognizing the familiar silhouette. They stammered:
"M... Mr. Tenlastther..."
The man smirked, undaunted.
"Beat it, kid! This is grown-up business, don't interfere."
Tenlastther did not reply. He only looked straight into the man's eyes, his gaze unwavering. Then Tenlastther spoke, his voice low but echoing like a death sentence:
"I am the law. My law is death. Death is the fair punishment for those who break the law like you."
He looked at the girl crying on the ground, then turned back to the man:
"Rape is a capital offense."
Hearing this, the man froze for a second before bursting into a mocking laughter:
"Are you crazy? What country in this world mandates death for rape? Don't try to scare me with your half-baked legal knowledge!"
Tenlastther did not waver; his voice rang out with authority:
"Are you deaf? I said I am the law. No matter the crime, once you cross my line, there is only one outcome: Death."
The man went berserk, his face turning beet red, veins bulging in his neck as he roared:
"Don't you play games with me! Who the hell do you think you are to call yourself the law? The truth is there isn't a single code of law that says rape must be punished by death!"
Tenlastther sighed softly, as if speaking to a child who understood nothing.
"Don't speak of that useless 'law on paper' to me. I am the practitioner of the law. My law is not found in books; my law is the law of action."
Rumble!
Tenlastther stomped his foot.
The powerful stomp made the surrounding ground shake violently like a localized earthquake. From the cracked concrete floor, an ancient brick wall rose tall right behind the man—towering high, its surface carved with invisible characters glowing blood-red, like a preordained tombstone that had been engraved long ago.
Before the man could comprehend what was happening, Tenlastther lunged like a phantom. Without a single wasted motion, a total-force kick carrying all his strength, will, and the weight of judgment pinned the man against the rigid wall.
The dry sound of crushing bones rang out, accompanied by a stifled groan of agony that pierced the silence. The man was pinned to the wall as if nailed there, his eyes turned white, blood spurting out. Life vanished instantly before he could utter a single plea.
As Tenlastther withdrew his foot, the wall trembled one last time and then vanished into the void as if it had never existed, taking the culprit's life with it. The man collapsed, a lifeless corpse hitting the cold ground, eyes bulging, no longer breathing.
The female bullies stood frozen, their faces drained of blood. They trembled, their legs turning to jelly; they dared not run, dared not scream.
Tenlastther turned and gently draped his jacket over the poor girl, covering the stains of the crime.
"Don't be afraid," he whispered. "Justice has been served."
The girl looked up, tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling:
"Tha... thank you..."
Tenlastther did not answer. He only nodded slightly, then turned back to the girls.
"You... chose the wrong path. From now on, if you ever touch another person just because you think you are stronger, my law will find you. And next time, it won't just be death. It will be pain that lasts until you beg to die."
His voice was not loud, but every word was etched into their minds. The girls fell to their knees, weeping and pleading, but Tenlastther had already turned away, guiding the girl out of the dark alley.
Behind them, only a cold corpse and the whistling wind remained.
That night, at his meeting with Tehimosin, Tenlastther stood under the streetlamp, a complex look in his eyes.
"Did you save someone again today?" Tehimosin asked, noticing the weariness in Tenlastther’s eyes.
"Today it was a girl," Tenlastther replied, his voice carrying a deep sadness. "School violence isn't just about boys' fists; the cruelty of girls can sometimes be even more horrific. They don't just attack the body; they want to destroy the victim's dignity."
He looked at his hands—hands that had just executed a form of justice taught in no school.
"Tehimosin, don't you find it ridiculous? A school is supposed to be a place to nurture souls, yet it becomes a place where the strong give themselves the right to trample others."
Tehimosin sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder: "That is why this world needs people like you, Tenlastther. But remember, darkness can clean away filth, but it can also easily swallow the one holding the lamp."
Tenlastther did not reply. He only looked toward the distant school, where dark secrets still hid.
"Once again... you passed sentence yourself," Tehimosin noted with understanding.
Tenlastther sat down, his voice weary but firm:
"If human law cannot protect the weak... then my law will."
Tehimosin was silent for a moment, then said softly:
"You know? Your name is no longer just a hope for the weak. It is a nightmare for the wicked."
Tenlastther smiled faintly, looking out the window as the darkness spread.
"Good. Because only when the wicked are afraid, the weak are truly safe."
And that night, a new legend was whispered in the school—not about power, but about one who called himself the "living law," someone whose mere appearance was enough to make evil retreat.
Chapter 7: The Tombstone of the Past and the Ego of Death
Friday, December 22, 2023.
The final night of the semester exams. The school was immersed in silence after days of intense stress, but on the rooftop of the old building, the air was thick with gloom. Tenlastther stood looking down at the schoolyard, his deep eyes reflecting the city lights. Standing beside him was Tehimosin.
"Actually... I am already dead," Tenlastther suddenly spoke.
Tehimosin froze. He didn't ask "why," because in this world, the most irrational things often hide the rawest truths.
Tenlastther began to reminisce about his 8th-grade year. Born into a family of lawyers, he was raised with an absolute belief in rules. Back then, he was the Student Council President, labeled as a "serious youth"—a term describing those who are hardworking and responsible but become a thorn in the side of delinquent students.
In stark contrast to him were those with "abnormal temperaments": hyperactive, mischievous, disruptive, and prone to fighting. They ignored school regulations, following only their own whims. They sought out forbidden things to garner attention. While they were active and curious, their emotions were unstable; they would focus intensely on anything exciting but become bored and distracted by anything that didn't interest them.
They broke the law constantly. They lived by wild instincts, following the "law of the jungle." They acted in herds, causing trouble everywhere, driven by a rebellion syndrome and a desire to show off. They felt superior to everyone around them. To prove their "bravery," they would beat up anyone who didn't please them or even someone who just looked at them. Their massive egos led them to believe they were the masters of everyone. They hated serious people and bullied him relentlessly.
They turned the school into a wasteland: urinating and defecating in class, throwing rotten eggs, splashing fish sauce, and even spreading animal feces in classrooms just to get school cancelled. They spat and cursed everywhere, thinking it made them look "cool."
"Join us," one of them had once mocked him. "Do something crazy to have 'student memories.' You live such a boring life, President."
Tenlastther did not join. He chose to protect the rules. After many failed warnings, he reported all their behaviors. As a result, the entire gang was disciplined and suspended for a month. They knew Tenlastther was the one who reported them, but they didn't attack him. Instead, they smiled coldly and thanked him for giving them a long "vacation."
That day, on his way home after helping an elderly woman cross the street, she said: "Good people like you will be blessed by heaven."
But "Heaven" turned its back.
A high-capacity motorcycle roared through the wind, striking Tenlastther head-on. The rider was a female student in his grade—the ex-girlfriend of one of the boys who had just been suspended. Now, she was a true "Sugar Baby," involved with a "Sugar Daddy" the age of her father to get money for partying and shopping.
A 38-year-old man sitting in a supercar behind her immediately stepped out. Seeing the victim had stopped breathing, instead of calling for an ambulance, he coldly stuffed Tenlastther's body into the trunk. He told his mistress to go home first so he could "handle" it. He drove the body far from the city and discarded him like trash in a desolate place.
At the threshold of disappearance, the Leader Anmorkzaraft
appeared, granting him power and the chance to return to life to clean up a world that had become too filthy. Tenlastther was resurrected, no longer as a model student, but as an "Law Executioner"
Everything had been recorded by security cameras.
He returned for vengeance. First, he found the man’s family. The man was terrified upon seeing Tenlastther. The boy revealed evidence of the 38-year-old's affair with the 14-year-old girl.
"The rules should change now," Tenlastther proclaimed in front of the man's wife and children. "An adulterer shall not receive any assets upon divorce. Only loss makes humans know fear."
Rumble!
Tenlastther stomped the ground; the earth shook. A towering brick wall rose behind the man like a preordained tombstone. With no wasted movement, the dark shadow lunged. A total-force kick pinned the man against the wall. The sound of crushing bones echoed. When the wall vanished, the man was merely a lifeless corpse.
"Whoever breaks the law, dies," he smiled coldly and left as the man's family wept in terror.
The next target was the Sugar Baby. Tenlastther went to her house. Seeing him, she was paralyzed with fear. Tenlastther stood before her parents and asked: "Why is your daughter so spoiled? Is it because you don't know how to teach her, or because you pampered her excessively?"
The parents stammered: "We didn't know..."
Rumble!
Another fateful tombstone rose. Tenlastther executed the girl right before her parents' eyes. He asked again: "Did you have no time to teach her, or did you pamper her too much?"
In despair, they finally admitted: "We didn't know how to raise her... her vanity was learned from relatives in this house."
Hearing the answer, Tenlastther left. This girl had been obsessed with material things. She had been expelled long ago due to numerous violations: tattooing, dyeing hair, fighting, and having inappropriate relations in class.
Once, she had been called to the office to speak with the Student Council President. She asked: "Why aren't we allowed to wear makeup in school?"
Tenlastther replied: "Because those who wear makeup will draw all the attention, creating division and a lack of unity. It even creates a class divide between the rich and the poor. The school rules are simple. Why do all other female students follow them while you do not?"
The reason she fought others was out of jealousy. She beat a classmate who was beautiful naturally and received many confessions, while she spent millions on her face and only got stares with no confessions.
The other delinquents who were suspended for a month had also dyed their hair, gotten tattoos, and were gathered for illegal street racing and disturbing the peace. Tenlastther approached them: "School is quite boring, isn't it?"
They told him to be rebellious like them to have "memories." Tenlastther looked at them with pity—he understood they were simply people with uncontrolled, hyperactive impulses.
"Let me set you free," Tenlastther said softly.
In the dark of night, the sound of breaking bones rang out steadily. The entire gang that once despised the law now rested forever in their final "memory."
Tehimosin listened to the whole story in silence. He looked at Tenlastther, no longer the 14-year-old victim, but an entity holding supreme judgment, standing outside the cycle of human law.
Under the dim streetlights, Tehimosin pondered for a long time and then asked:
"After cleaning up the trash here, what are your plans for the future?"
Tenlastther looked deep into the darkness, his face strangely calm. He answered slowly, with unshakeable determination:
"I will apply to Law School. I will follow the path my parents left behind. I want to hear the stories of social injustice and show everyone what true fairness looks like. If human law has loopholes for the wicked to escape, I will be the one who holds both the law on paper and the law of action to fill those gaps."
Tehimosin nodded slightly, but an invisible unease rose in his heart.
January 1, 2024.
As the world joyfully welcomed the first day of the New Year, a shocking event occurred. Tenlastther suddenly disappeared. No trace was left. No message was sent. He vanished mysteriously and strangely, just as MalC?urVist had vanished into thin air before. After his disappearance, the vulnerable who relied on him at school fell into extreme panic and fear. They had lost their shield, their guardian deity in a school environment full of danger.
However, their worries were soon eased by a brutal truth: before leaving, Tenlastther had completely cleaned that school. The most aggressive bullies, those who once disregarded human life, were now just names carved on cold tombstones.
Yet, many other schools plagued by violence still remained. Sobs in the dark and unspeakable humiliations continued elsewhere, but the world had lost Tenlastther. That is why school violence still exists and rages like an incurable disease—simply because the world lacks a presence like Tenlastther: someone who dares to stand as the final boundary, ready to execute the strictest sentences to trade for the peace of the weak.
