Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

The gorgeous clothes inlaid with gems were instantly carbonized by the burning laser beam, and the carefully maintained face was distorted and vaporized by the high temperature.

The screams of these graceful men and women before their death are no different from those of the nest workers they tortured to death.

……

"Aren't you afraid of wrongful convictions?" Wop asked.

Coates continued walking. "No matter which future I see, the Skalewok family cannot escape darkness and corruption. They are not worthy of being saved, and they are not qualified to atone for their sins."

In Koz's justice, not everyone can atone for their sins, not even children.

Even in Dorothy's family, only one percent of the children have the opportunity to redeem themselves.

But among the Skalewoks, Cozee didn't even need to see the others in person to know that they were all hopeless.

There is no such thing as a wrongful conviction. Everyone in the Spire deserves to die.

Even a newborn child is guilty of sharing in the sins of its family.

Maku Shen and others were able to survive because Koz was willing to give him a chance to atone for his sins, not because he was innocent.

Koz will generously give sinners a chance to atone for their sins as long as there is still a glimmer of possibility in their future.

But the Skalewok family is an exception, and Coze doesn't want to give anyone a chance.

"It's really not worth it." Wop nodded in agreement.

Even if everyone on Nostramo had a chance to redeem themselves, except for Skalewok.

If Koz was kind enough to forgive the Skalewok family, Wop would also advise him not to be so radical and to be conservative in enforcing justice and to eradicate all evil.

"Boom!"

Two balls were suddenly thrown out from the darkness inside the door, bouncing and rolling on the ceramic steel floor with a harsh sound, dragging sticky blood trails, and finally stopped in front of the soldiers' boots.

Zhan Duo's eyeballs bulged with fear, and his frozen expression still retained the horror of the last moment before death. The broken bones and fascia in his neck stood out like torn fabric, and blood was still dripping from them.

Lord Skalverk was just a few meters away, staring at his son with his eyes wide open.

The darkness within the door surged like a living thing, and something was slowly emerging from the shadows.

Thousands of guns were pointed at the darkness inside the door, and the soldiers' fingers on the triggers trembled slightly.

"Lay down your weapons." The whisper in the darkness seeped into my bones like ice water. "I promised judgment, not slaughter. Many of you can live and spend the rest of your lives atonement for the sins you and your families have accumulated."

Curze never believed that fear could uphold justice, but the nobles trampled on order at will and turned a blind eye to justice. Fear was the only language they could understand.

When he executes judgment, fear will spread like a plague.

Coates had to admit, it was quite effective.

"Snapped!"

A gun slipped from trembling fingers, and the crisp sound of metal hitting the ground exploded in the silent hall.

In an instant, the sounds of weapons falling to the ground merged into one, like a hasty metal rain.

Soldiers scrambled to discard their weapons, some even tearing at their gun belts as if their weapons had suddenly become red-hot irons. Their pupils contracted violently beneath their helmets, and their Adam's apples rolled to swallow back sobs of fear.

"Pick up your gun, pick up your gun!" the officer shouted, trying to cover up his inner fear with violence.

He pointed the gun at Coates and pulled the trigger tremblingly.

Everyone else had a chance to atone for their sins, but he didn't.

Because he is Skalewok, and he is not among the many people who can survive. This is not self-deprecation, but he has a clear understanding of himself.

The plasma beam pierced through the darkness and exploded before reaching the wall, as if it had hit something.

There was hope in the officer's eyes, hoping that the monster had died under his gun.

But before he could even begin to imagine it, his throat started to itch. He instinctively reached out and scratched it, his gloves immediately stained red with sticky blood.

Deathly silence enveloped the crowd like an iron curtain, with only trembling bodies convulsing in the darkness.

The shadow took shape, moving among the huddled figures. It prowled, scrutinized, and judged, each pause accompanied by the hiss of a ruptured artery.

The dripping sound of blood drops falling to the ground echoed throughout the hall, each one a death knell for the survivors. The still-warm liquid meandered across the metal floor, gathering into dark red streams, reflecting faces twisted in fear.

The shadows receded like the tide, and a pale giant emerged from nothingness.

"Congratulations, you survived, and so did your family."

His tone was soft, almost gentle, yet each syllable carried a chilling chill, like the deliberately restrained hissing of a venomous snake, causing all the survivors to unconsciously tense their backs.

When those hawk-like eyes swept across the crowd, everyone being looked at felt a chill running down their spine.

That gaze seemed to be able to peel off the skin and look directly into the filth deep in the soul.

……

"I thought you would blame me."

"Why do I blame you? I blame you for using fear to intimidate them? Do I look like a saint who likes to speak up for strangers and scold students for intimidating others?"

"of course not."

Coz smiled, he knew that Wop would support him no matter when and where.

“Fear can sometimes work wonders, but it’s not a panacea. I just hope you don’t abuse it.”

"I understand," Coates said.

What he pursues is a future in which everyone yearns for justice, not a future in which everyone fears justice.

Fear cannot create the future. A race that only knows fear will never have a future.

Intimidate them with fear and guide them with hope.

This is the country that Koz wants to build.

Chapter 40 Kuafu Chasing the Sun

"Teacher Wop, we are here."

Fili stood in front of Wop excitedly, her little face flushed.

Five days ago, Midnight Haunter successfully restarted the elevator, seized control of the elevator from the nobles, and successfully established contact with the Spire District.

While the gangs in the Lower Nest have not been completely eliminated, all elevators are now controlled by the Night Haunter, including those in the Spire.

Even if a gang riot occurs on a certain floor, the Night Haunter can quickly provide support via the elevator, while the gangs can only fight on their own.

This freed up a large amount of manpower for the Midnight Haunter, and the problem of shortage of manpower was alleviated.

The liberated living forces will be sent to the top of the tower to let the powerful people above have a taste of the iron fist of revolution.

Fili led the team personally, firstly to carry out ideological education work in the top area, and secondly to discuss the next plan with Wop and Koz. She had absolutely no selfish motives!

Most of the factories in the Lower Nest are controlled by the Midnight Haunter, and they continuously produce various materials needed by the Midnight Haunter, including rations, fuel, ammunition, and uniforms.

The style of the clothing was designed by Dorothy herself. The colors are a combination of sky blue and white. It was inspired by the blue sky and white clouds that the Nostramo people had never seen before, and it also symbolizes the hope of this world.

In fact, Dorothy originally wanted to use gold, which is the color of the sun, but was rejected by Sevatar and Fili.

The Night Haunter has his own sun, and they all know who it is.

Wop is, Coz is, and Teacher Dorothy is, but the Midnight Haunter is not.

They are just ordinary creatures blessed by the sun, how dare they touch the sun's glory?

Five hundred Night Haunters were being reviewed by Coze. Kaz, who had just recovered, stood at the front of the team. One of his eyes was a prosthetic eye, and one of his arms was replaced by a mechanical prosthesis.

This boy, who was the first to follow Curze to conquer the world, made great contributions to the Midnight Haunter. His achievements in the Midnight Haunter were second only to a few people such as Sevatar and Fili.

Coz stopped in front of Kaz, and the boy, who had been holding his head high, suddenly became nervous.

"Kaz, I remember you," Coz said.

"Sir." Kaz lowered his head.

"Don't bow your head, hold it up. You should be proud. You have the right to be proud."

Before Koz could finish his sentence, Kaz's face flushed with excitement and he shouted:

"For the Night Haunter!"

Coze was silent. He looked at the excited Kaz and patted his mechanical prosthesis.

He was never good at communicating with people, but he was very skilled at intimidation and killing.

Although the Night Haunter viewed him as a leader and a hero, Curze never considered himself a leader.

Because the Night Haunter was not created by him, but by Wop and Dorothy.

Dorothy was the one who lit the spark, Wop added fuel to the fire, and he cleared the way for the Night Haunter.

He made a contribution, but not one that was so significant as to overshadow the main event.

Wop saw that Koz seemed to have a knot in his heart. He kept an eye on Koz. He immediately patted Fili's head and arranged for her to go to work first.

Wop: "Are you scared again?"

Coz: "It's not that I'm afraid, I just think they shouldn't worship me so much."

Wop shook his head and asked him, "Who created the Night Haunter?"

"You and Teacher Dorothy," said Coz.

Woppe: "Dorothy made a contribution, but not so much as to overshadow the rest of the story."

Koz was surprised. Isn't this his word?

"Without us, the spark Dorothy lit would have died quickly, and she wouldn't have been the creator of the Night Haunter."

"That's you." Coze agreed. What Wop said was right.

"I don't deserve it either. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this world. Fili would have died miserably in that alley. The flame that Dorothy ignited would have been extinguished. She would have died of illness or been tortured to death by her brother. Sevatar and Kaz would still be in the Bottom Nest, killing people for fun."

"That's me?" Curze asked.

Wop: "I remember I taught you that crowds are stupid, and what kind of people they become depends on what kind of leaders they have. If the leader is a bully, they will all become bullies. But if the leader is a hero, they will also aspire to be heroes. Curze, are you a hero?"

"I'm."

"So you are the creator of the Night Haunter?"

"No." Coze shook his head slowly, his pale face looking particularly profound in the shadows. "Without us, the flame ignited by Teacher Dorothy will eventually go out. Without me, you would never set foot in this darkness. But without you," he raised his palm, his fingertips outlining an invisible trajectory in the dim light, "I would not be a hero, nor would I know how to cherish that weak flame."

His five fingers slowly closed together, as if to grasp the entire darkness of the hive into his palm. "Teacher Dorothy's ideals, your guidance, my sharp blade, we are all the founders of the Night Haunter, and none of us can be missing."

The corner of Wop's mouth curled up slightly. He looked at the profile of Coze and asked, "Are we the only ones?"

Koz was stunned. Who else?

"And them." Wop pointed at Kaz and Fili who was negotiating with Makushen, "Fili, Sevatar, Ben, Kaz, Thor, Blanche, Vic... those you remember or don't remember, those you know or don't know, every one of them, every one of them who joined the Midnight Haunter and fought for justice is the founder of the Midnight Haunter!"

"Dorothy lit the fire, and we kept it afloat. But without them, without the wood to fuel it, where would the Night Haunter be?"

"Koz," Wop stared at him, "do you understand?"

Coates: "Now I understand."

In fact, he could figure out these things on his own, but he didn't reject Wop's teachings. He even hoped that he would never grow up so that Wop could always accompany him and teach him.

But if he never grows up, what makes him different from his giant baby brothers?

Wop would be disappointed in him, and he would be disappointed in himself.

Wop also knew that Coze had just temporarily walked into a dead end, not even a dead end, and he believed that Coze could find his way out by himself.

But Wop believes that no matter what the problem is, it must be solved on the spot, otherwise the trouble will only get bigger and bigger, and there will be endless troubles.

So he and Coze never hid anything from each other.

Wop asked, "Have I ever told you the story of Kuafu chasing the sun?"

Koz shook his head.

"Then let me tell you about it," Wop said. He looked at Kaz and the others who were excited. "You can listen too."

"In ancient times on Terra, a group of giants of immense strength lived in the mountains and forests. Their leader was a descendant of a god named Kuafu, and this group of people was known as the Kuafu Clan. The living environment at that time was extremely harsh, and Kuafu had to battle floods and wild beasts every day to keep his people alive."

"One year, the sun came down."