Sky Curtain: An Initial Overview of the Immortal Lord of the Myriad Laws of the Mortal World

Above the sky, the various analyses of the Dharma Corpse slowly faded away, but that deep malice still lingered in the hearts of all living beings in the myriad worlds.

Just when everyone thought the review would turn to a new chapter, the screen lit up again, and the ancient clerical script, carrying a sense of fateful heaviness, continued Jiang Mingzi's story.

As Jiang Mingzi's strength and Dharma Body grew stronger, the taste of the flesh he had eaten years ago became increasingly clear, which was precisely the reason for Jiang Mingzi's boundless hatred for the Dharma Corpse.

In short, it's a simple, understated statement.

But like a supernova exploding in a silent universe, it instantly stirred up even more terrifying waves in the hearts of all living beings in the world.

【K's World: Scepter 4 Base】

Munakata Reisi pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the cold light of the sky.

He unusually refrained from immediately offering his opinion, instead falling into a long silence.

Seri Awashima, standing nearby, frowned and asked, "Chief? What... what does this mean?"

Munakata Reisi's voice was low and calm, yet carried a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

"This means that his strength is not a gift."

"It is a deepening, eternal torment."

"Every time he becomes stronger, every time his understanding of his own power deepens, he is forced to relive that 'gratitude' from hell, again and again."

Codename: Kite World: Embroidered Robe Pavilion

As the host of the building, you are looking at the latest intelligence presented by the secret agent, your fingers unconsciously tightening.

Fu Rong stood aside, his face full of astonishment, a man who always prioritized calculation and self-interest.

"……absurd."

He uttered two words dryly.

"Increased strength should be a good thing. Why is it being linked to memories? This doesn't make sense."

"This is no longer a simple memory; it's a kind of... mark at the level of rules. His power is the key to activating this mark. With each increase in power, the mark becomes clearer."

You spoke softly, your voice carrying a hint of coldness.

"How cruel. This is a thousand times crueler than killing him outright."

【Dr. STONE: The Kingdom of Science】

"Aha! This is interesting, absolutely interesting!"

Senku excitedly pounded his neck, his eyes gleaming with the light of a mad scientist.

"The storage and retrieval of memories are based on the neural connections within the brain. Theoretically, memories become blurred over time, rather than becoming stronger and clearer."

"Unless... his 'Dharmakaya,' his power system, is itself a super-advanced information recording device that transcends conventional biology!"

He picked up a stone and started drawing rapidly on the ground.

"Every time he gets stronger, he's upgrading this 'recording device,' improving the accuracy of data reading! So, that 'bad data' blurred by the brain's self-protection mechanism is forcibly restored in high definition time and time again!"

"Cool! It's so brutal it's exhilarating!"

The words on the celestial canopy did not give the beings of all realms much time to think. With more specific and despairing descriptions, they revealed the inner workings of this wound.

[But the story doesn't end there. Later, due to the body's self-protective mechanism of memory, Jiang Mingzi gradually blurred this memory as she grew up.]

However, as the Dharma body grows stronger, past memories become clearer, even the taste of the meat one ate years ago can be fully recalled.

[And who is Jiang Mingzi? He's a child prodigy, the strongest being in the world, unparalleled throughout history. The strength of his Dharma body is also top-tier, capable of withstanding numerous instances of the law of causality. Correspondingly, Jiang Mingzi's memories of that past period, including the taste of that piece of meat, are also very clear.]

When the word "taste" appears, countless beings around the world feel a chill and nausea emanating from the depths of their souls.

【Natsume's Book of Friends World: The Forest】

Takashi Natsume's face turned pale instantly, and he instinctively covered his mouth.

The cat teacher (Madara) beside him also put away his usual laziness and had a serious expression.

"Natsume, don't think about it."

"I just... I just feel..."

Natsume's voice trembled, his eyes filled with sorrow and reluctance.

"That was his savior who saved his life..."

"That warmth, that kindness, in the end, was forever etched into his taste buds in this way. This is no longer a memory; it is... an indelible curse."

He recalled the loneliness he felt when he could see monsters, but compared to what Jiang Mingzi was enduring, that loneliness seemed so insignificant.

Black Butler World: Phantomhive Mansion

"Oh."

Charles Phantomhive sat in a chair in his study, his hand holding a cup of red tea suspended in mid-air.

He let out a very soft, cold laugh, and a purple flame burned in the eye beneath the eyepatch.

That flame was a deeply felt, extreme hatred.

"smell……"

He uttered the word softly, his voice as cold as frost.

"I see. So the deepest hatred is etched into the senses."

"It won't fade with time, it won't disappear with forgetting. It's there, reminding you of the hell you've been through with every breath, every meal, every time you feel 'alive'."

Sebastian stood behind him, a graceful yet cruel smile playing on his lips.

"Fang-chan, it seems you've found a 'kindred spirit'."

"No."

Charles put down his teacup, his voice resolute.

"He is more worthy of respect than I am. My hatred belongs only to myself. But his hatred is for that tainted goodness."

【Fate/Zero World: Einzbern Castle】

Kiritsugu Emiya had a cigarette dangling from his lips, smoke swirling around his expressionless face.

"I see."

He exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes vacant yet sharp.

"This is a perfect closed loop."

Hisayu Maiya looked at him, puzzled.

"He must become stronger in order to exact revenge."

Kiritsugu Emiya explained.

"The price of becoming stronger is the constant and clear recollection of the source of hatred. That extreme pain will become the inexhaustible fuel for him to continue to become stronger and continue to take revenge."

"Hatred, strength, pain, even stronger hatred... the perfect driving force, the perfect revenge machine."

His tone was devoid of any sympathy, only an almost cold admiration for this "efficiency."

"Whoever created this mechanism... whether it's fate or that so-called Myriad Corpse Immortal, is a true, incurable demon."

The text on the sky continues.

[The hatred for the Dharma Corpse, its source, and the Myriad Corpse Immortal burned like a raging fire whenever Jiang Mingzi thought of the flesh of his benefactor.]

This hatred transcends time and space, allowing every living being gazing at the sky to feel its soul-scorching heat.

【Soul Town World: Rakshasa Street】

Cao Yanbing slammed his fist into the ground, and the ground instantly cracked.

"Hold!"

He swore, his eyes bloodshot.

"Now that's what you call fucking hate!"

"If it were me, I wouldn't just abandon the Myriad Corpse Immortal; I'd turn his entire world upside down!"

He stood up, and the guardian spirit behind him appeared and disappeared, exuding a terrifying aura.

"What kind of man doesn't avenge a wrong? And what kind of man doesn't repay a kindness? He's worse than a pig or a dog!"

"That village gave him hope to live; that kindness is greater than anything! Those bastards not only ruined that kindness, but also made him remember it all in the most disgusting way!"

"This hatred must be washed away with blood and fire, burning the heavens and the earth!"

Psycho-Pass World: An Underground Facility

Shogo Makishima closed the book in his hands, a sickly, intoxicated smile appearing on his face.

"Fantastic... Absolutely fantastic!"

He stood up, opened his arms, as if embracing this hatred that spanned the world.

"This is the true brilliance of the human soul!"

"In the midst of extreme suffering, there was no collapse, no descent into despair, but rather an sublimation into a pure will directed towards a single goal! How pure, how beautiful, is this hatred!"

"This memory is not a curse, but a laurel wreath! It constantly reminds him why he fights, and how he differs from those mindless mortals. It is this unforgettable pain that forged his unparalleled soul!"

He gazed at the sky, his eyes filled with admiration.

"Jiang Mingzi... I really want to... talk to him. Talk about the infinite possibilities of human will."

[Time Agent World: Photo Studio]

"...Stop talking..."

Cheng Xiaoshi clutched his head in his hands and squatted down in anguish.

As someone who can personally experience the memories and emotions of others, the impact of this text on him far exceeded that on others.

He seemed to have truly "tasted" that feeling, and felt the despair and hatred for the whole world rising from his stomach.

"Lu Guang...stop...I can't take it anymore..."

Lu Guang stood behind him, his face equally pale, but his eyes remained absolutely calm.

He said in a deep voice, "Cheng Xiaoshi, this is the consequence."

"We are just entering other people's past, and we are all affected by emotions. But he has made that worst past a part of himself, and can never get rid of it."

"Every time he becomes stronger, it is the cruelest 'dive' for him. And he has no choice."

Finally, the text in the sky provided the final summary.

[Now we can understand why Jiang Mingzi tortured the sorcerers so severely after capturing them. It can only be said that the kindness of a village gave rise to the strongest being in the world of supernatural powers, the Immortal Lord of All Laws, Jiang Mingzi.]

Kindness... creates the strongest being.

This conclusion plunged all living beings in the myriad worlds into a long period of silence and contemplation.

The World of The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation: Cloud Recesses

Lan Wangji sat upright in the elegant room, with the guqin placed on his lap.

As he looked at the last line of words on the sky, deep ripples appeared in his usually calm, glassy eyes.

"...begin with goodness, take hatred as the path, and stop evil with killing."

He slowly uttered a few words, each one carrying immense weight.

He recalled the figure in the mass grave who, to protect the elderly, weak, women, and children of the Wen family, was willing to fight against the world.

How similar.

However, what Jiang Mingzi carries is heavier and purer.

"Torment... perhaps, is also a form of solace."

He murmured to himself.

This is a tribute to the kindness that has passed away, and also a tribute to the lonely self who continues to taste pain in eternal memory.

[Dali Temple Diary World: Dali Temple]

Li Bing, the White Cat Junior Minister, stared at the records of the sky in the dossier, remaining silent for a long time.

"Chen Shi".

"Yes, yes, Shaoqing!"

"You say, use the most cruel methods to deal with the most evil enemy. Does this comply with the laws of my Dali Temple?"

Chen Shi scratched his head and said honestly, "I don't understand any grand laws. I only know that good people should be rewarded, and bad people should be severely punished! That Jiang Mingzi is avenging those good people! I think he's right!"

Upon hearing this, a hint of relief flashed in Li Bing's golden cat-like eyes.

He picked up his pen and wrote his annotations at the end of the file.

"His actions are awe-inspiring, his heart is pitiful. With overwhelming hatred, he upholds the innocence of a child. This is not a crime, but righteousness."