Villain? No, I'll catch up with the protagonist after passing the civil service exam.

Lu Jingyan's well-defined fingers tightened slightly.

The pure black nib of the fountain pen sharply curved upwards across the paper, marking a crisp and decisive end to a grand era. The ink dried quickly in the lingering warmth of the setting sun, gleaming with a cold, hard, lacquered sheen.

Su Xiaoxiao stood to the side, deliberately slowing her breathing. Looking at the powerful, vigorous calligraphy, her heart pounded uncontrollably. This wasn't just a line of words; it was clearly a bloody declaration of war for a new world order.

Zhao Tiezhu's eyes widened in disbelief. A rare solemnity appeared on his fleshy face. Although he was a rough man, he understood that with his boss's stroke of the pen, the skies over Jinghai City would be completely clear.

The sea breeze swept into the room through the half-open window, making the pages of the black hardcover notebook rustle.

Lu Jingyan didn't close it. He stretched out his slender fingers and pressed down on the fluttering pages. Then, with a smooth motion, he turned directly to the last page of the thick notebook, the appendix section.

There were no grand plans there, only a dense, alarming string of arrest numbers.

He pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk and took out a heavy, military-green file box. With a muffled thud, the box landed on the solid wood table, stirring up a ring of tiny dust that was barely visible to the naked eye.

"Boss, what kind of treasures are in this box? It looks heavier than a bulletproof steel plate." Zhao Tiezhu leaned over and craned his neck curiously.

Lu Jingyan used one hand to pry open the metal clasp of the file box.

Amidst the crisp clicking of the spring, a thick stack of files bearing the criminals' headshots was exposed to the air.

"This contains the achievements of our special investigation team along the way." Lu Jingyan's lips curled into a mocking sneer as his slender index finger pointed at the top file.

The man in the photo has a buzz cut and wears a blue and white striped prison uniform. His eyes are sunken, and there is no trace of the arrogant "the king is defeated when the weather cools down" attitude he once had.

"Gu Yanchen, the domineering CEO of a multinational conglomerate." Su Xiaoxiao pushed up her black-rimmed glasses and recognized the prisoner, number 001, at a glance.

"I remember when he was first arrested, he arrogantly boasted that he would buy the entire provincial public security bureau for 100 billion."

"And now?" Lu Jingyan casually turned to the next page.

"Right now, he's been docked his evening snack of braised pork by the prison guards because he was a beat slower than everyone else at the sewing machine, and he's hiding under the covers crying." Su Xiaoxiao suppressed a laugh, her tone full of schadenfreude.

Those once-arrogant villains, once stripped of their "idiot-suppressing" aura, had their laughable pride crumble faster than paper.

Lu Jingyan flicked his fingertips and pulled out the second and third files.

One is Ye Chen, the Asura Dragon King with a crooked mouth who claims to control an army of 100,000 from the Northern Territory. The other is Chen Beixuan, the Supreme Immortal Venerable with disheveled hair who claims to be a powerful cultivator in the Tribulation Transcending stage.

Zhao Tiezhu looked at the two photos and couldn't help but burst out laughing, which made dust fall from the ceiling.

"I remember those two clowns very well! That Dragon King guy got beaten to a pulp by five street thugs in the alley. He even knocked out his signature crooked tooth."

As Zhao Tiezhu spoke, he gestured animatedly to indicate the name.

"And that Celestial Venerable, his heavenly tribulation was diverted into the sewers by the lightning rod on the roof of our bureau. He knelt in a puddle, wailing and crying, his Dao heart shattered to pieces!"

As Lu Jingyan listened to this rough but honest complaint, the coldness in his eyes softened slightly.

His gaze lingered on the two photos for a full three seconds.

Who would have thought that these chosen ones, who once readily slaughtered entire families and viewed ordinary people as ants, would be unable to even maintain the most basic dignity after shedding the disguise of the system and cheat codes?

They appear so ridiculous and vulnerable when faced with real laws and the steely apparatus of the state.

Lu Jingyan continued flipping through the pages. The rustling sound of the paper against the paper seemed particularly rhythmic in the quiet office.

Lin Fan, the extraordinary doctor, lost his X-ray vision cheat and accidentally punctured the artery of the richest man. Now, he's imprisoned for practicing medicine without a license, studying the "Barefoot Doctor's Manual" in jail, and worrying himself sick every day.

Khun Sa, the transnational drug lord. That monster covered in half-demon scales, after enduring a saturation bombardment by drones, is now as docile as a sick cat that's had its teeth pulled. He cooperates with forensic doctor Qin every day, drawing blood for biopsies and not daring to even breathe loudly.

Behind every photograph lies a massive crisis that could have overturned an entire city, or even human civilization.

Lu Jingyan's finger suddenly stopped on a top-secret file marked in bold red font.

That was on a deserted island in the deep sea, where a mad cyborg called himself the "Creator God".

The man in the photo had his eyes rolled back, and a black bullet hole between his eyebrows that would never heal. That was the physical exorcism that Lu Jingyan had personally inflicted on him with a 9mm standard-issue pistol.

Looking at the lifeless portrait, Lu Jingyan's pupils contracted slightly.

That devastating storm that nearly pierced the atmosphere still carries a suffocating sense of oppression when I think about it.

That madman attempted to forcibly alter the laws of physics using a quantum computer, trying to turn all of humanity into his puppets. The arrogance and madness in his eyes were frozen into permanent terror the moment the bullet pierced his skull.

"Boss..." Su Xiaoxiao looked at the photo and couldn't help but shiver.

"If you hadn't forcibly stripped him of his rule-making authority using the Absolute Code, our planet would probably be a speck of dust in the universe by now."

Lu Jingyan closed the most weighty file. His eyes were deep as an ancient well, devoid of pride, only displaying the purest compassion and clarity of a law enforcer.

"They think they are the high and mighty players, but they don't realize that in the real world, there is never any privilege that transcends the law."

Lu Jingyan placed his palm flat on the files.

The thick kraft paper conveys a genuine sense of roughness.

"Whether they are chosen ones who make money by chance or madmen who want to use code to tamper with the laws of heaven, as long as their desires cross the line, all that awaits them is judgment."

He rearranged the dozens of thick files on the table.

The movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

These once invincible protagonists—domineering CEOs, sons-in-law, kings of soldiers, immortal lords, divine doctors, drug lords, creators…

Those outrageous character designs that could fill hundreds of fantasy novels are now all physically sealed inside this square box.

Now, they are nothing more than a series of cold and undignified prisoner numbers on a roster.

The last rays of the setting sun shone through the glass window and landed precisely on the military green file box.

Lu Jingyan lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the police badge on the cover of the file box.

This is a "detox list" of human civilization. Lu Jingyan closed the file box and locked it in the safe.