Ch.102102. Part 1 Complete!

After that, Zhou Qingwei became a victim of all the atrocities he had committed.

He was deep-fried alive about 4 times, stewed in baijiu liquor 4 times, turned into sous-vide steak twice, and once was accidentally shot dead by live ammunition or lived as a factory worker for about a year before dying miserably in solitude.

Through this process, his spirit completely broke, and as his memories gradually returned, he came to understand his situation.

In short, it appeared that he was already dead, with only his soul remaining in this place presumed to be hell, where he was being punished by possessing the people he had killed until now.

The talk of “107th cycle” and “reset” probably meant that if his mind eventually collapsed during this process, his memories would be wiped clean and he would repeat this experience again.

After repeating this process, he finally came to recognize the reality that he was suffering such pain because of his many sins, and he began to feel genuine guilt and self-loathing toward his victims.

Therefore, at the moment when he met the sorting machine(?) device again after his solitary death:

[107th cycle, 9th death complete. Requesting reset········Confirmed. Mental load danger, rejected. Beginning record playback.]

“I’m sorry! I, I’m the bad guy! All of this is my fault!”

He shouted toward the sorting machine(?) device, pouring out his honest feelings.

“Give me a chance, a chance! Or read my mind! I, I just want this to stop, please!!!”

After a sincere confession that would have been unimaginable for his usual self, the face of the sorting machine(?) device crackled and transformed into something like a mannequin’s head—

[Ask for permission directly.]

With those cold words, thousands of people made of something like black smoke took their places around him.

Judging by the face he had seen in the mirror during his death experience being among them, these were likely the people whose deaths he had directly caused in the past.

“I, I’m sincere! That pain, I felt the pain I gave you! Then, after experiencing such things so many times, I’ve paid for my crimes! So, please forgive me! I’ll die quietly without pain! If you want, you can kill me yourselves!”

As if his sincerity had been conveyed, the souls who heard his words showed slight reactions, flinching or twitching, creating an atmosphere of contemplation.

Overall, rather than feeling resentment, they seemed to be seriously considering his words, and just as he began to feel hopeful that he might find peace without pain—

[Are you all really going to forgive him?]

“—?!!!”

At this point, a completely unexpected entity—the sorting machine device—spoke up.

[This guy killed you in horrible ways and ate you. He considered the cannibalism that was unavoidably practiced during food shortages when China was occupied by monsters as a tradition, and plunged you into suffering.]

“W-what are you s-saying…?!”

[And forgiveness? You forgive? Are you saying you can forgive this garbage who tore apart and ate your bodies?]

At the machine’s words, the souls became agitated. Zhou Qingwei tried to refute this but somehow found himself unable to speak.

Yet some souls still seemed to be thinking, “Is it really that bad?” which gave Zhou Qingwei some relief, but—

[Alright, let’s talk about something else then.]

The machine’s manipulation was not over yet.

[That level of suffering is certainly enough to make him feel genuine remorse toward you. But so what?]

“—!!!!”

[You, or your families, did nothing wrong but suffered terribly at his hands. So, how about taking revenge on him?]

“No! Please, please, please! Please end this!”

As the machine(?) device’s words flowed out, Zhou Qingwei inwardly screamed, trying desperately to end this.

But…

[Tell me, did he stop when you begged him to stop?]

This was the decisive blow. Even the hesitant souls nodded at these words, giving permission to inflict this pain on him again, and so he entered the body of another “prey”—

—After a total of 180 resets, having died as many times as he had killed, he ultimately couldn’t withstand the thousands of deaths during the memory restoration process, and his soul was completely shattered.

※ ※ ※

[Oh, senior. You were over there?]

“Yeah. Nothing special, just one of those guys was a bit unusual.”

After thoroughly crushing Zhou-whatever’s attempt at repentance, I returned from my domain in the psychic dimension—a soul-crushing factory located in a sub-dimension—back to the real world.

[I see. …Senior, by the way, how did you really find the souls of those victims?]

“I didn’t know if it was possible either, so I had to try it myself to find out.”

Previously, when I chose role reversal as a method to punish the souls of those trash, I simultaneously wanted the victims to be able to directly witness their suffering.

Since the souls of the dead move to the psychic dimension and stay there for about 50 years, their souls must exist somewhere, but finding victim souls wandering in such a vast psychic dimension seemed impossible.

So I came up with the idea that if they (the victims) came to me instead, it would work—using the souls of the trash as bait to gather them—and thus the trash became spectacles, unable to even have their souls destroyed.

[Senior, what will you do with the victims’ souls when this is over?]

And to Seah, who asked about the treatment of the souls after this incident, I replied with a slightly amused voice what I had been thinking about:

“I plan to use them as crew members for now.”

[Crew… members? Then, could it be that the installation—]

“Yes, Theresia said the installation is complete. Now, I’ll teleport terraforming spaceships there—and build interstellar spaceships from there.”

That’s right. While I was happily scorching the two Chinas to the ground, Theresia and Nano-Tech had already sent a rocket to the moon and installed a coordinate transmitter on the far side of the lunar surface.

Now my job is, as I mentioned before, to teleport the spaceship with facilities for building interstellar spaceships to the moon, but—

“Still, I should wrap things up first, right?”

[Yes, even if we go to the moon, we won’t be able to leave for space for a while.]

Before departing for the moon, I sorted through what to leave behind on Earth and what to take with me.

Most (about 80%) of the monsters frozen in the underground base were converted back into energy and injected into the terraforming “ships,” and all the various genes collected so far were also cloned and stored in all ships as a precaution.

On the other hand, since I’ll maintain connections with Earth until the end through Nano-Tech or the monster nests hidden underground in North Korea, I’m discarding all trivial things.

I’ll leave the management of the base and surface monsters to Teio, the only one I’ll leave on Earth. The ocean territory wasn’t very significant anyway, so I’ll convert it all to energy. The modified hunters—Seri, Seah, and others who can’t be left behind—will be placed in a time-stop field and moved.

And for the most important monsters of superior rank and above…

“It can’t be helped… Farewell, Dolphin Man Emperor, Giant Psychic Whale, and all the rest of you.”

The important ones will each be given their own spaceship to send them into space, while monsters that aren’t necessary will be converted to energy.

The Imperial Guard and Tetra, though not superior rank but very important, will also be carefully moved as they have roles to play on the moon.

Thus, the total of over 700 completed spaceships began to be delivered one by one to designated coordinates on the moon.

“Begin, Theresia.”

[Yes, Mother.]

And just before the vessel I was possessing departed, I ordered Theresia to detonate “that” which I had prepared in advance—

KWAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGANGGG—!!!!!!!

As an earth-shattering explosion erupted from the International Moon Management Office (IMMO), completely severing the connection with the lunar stone collection facility, I was already leisurely arriving in space with the 700 spaceships.

Later, an unidentified small terrorist organization called “The Four Revolutionaries” would be named as the perpetrators of the IMMO terror attack, and they would also steal artifacts from other countries stored in the British Museum and the Louvre Museum, claiming to punish the original sins of the colonial empires—

But that’s a story for another time, so let’s leave it at that for now.