Prologue · Demon? Revolver? Justice Execution!
“Recently, the final verdict regarding the bullying incident involving the senior students of No. 1 High School has been concluded. Given that the defendant has been diagnosed with a mental illness through forensic evaluation, and is unable to recognize his own actions, the court ruled that he should not bear criminal responsibility and ordered his family or guardians to strictly supervise and provide medical care. Next up is the on-site interview…”
“Impossible! How could that little beast have a mental illness!? If he had a mental illness, how could he do such a thing to my daughter!? I refuse! I want to appeal!”
“Sir, please calm down, put down the chair you’re holding… cough cough, the situation on-site is a bit chaotic, the victim’s family is extremely emotional, seemingly unable to accept this outcome… Hey! The defendant and his family have come out! Quick, quick, photographer, follow! Mr. Li! What do you think about your son being exempted from criminal responsibility due to mental illness? Many netizens online say you are deliberately committing fraud…”
“Cough, let me clarify, I deeply regret what my son did, but the fact that he was diagnosed with a mental illness is also true, after all, the evaluation was done by court forensic experts, what could I possibly manipulate? (laughs)”
“Mr. Li, Mr. Li, one more question…”
…
In a completely sealed, dim room, the only source of light was a television continuously playing news reports. The light from the TV provided the only illumination in the room.
In the center of the room was a large white table, at one end sat a boy who looked to be around seventeen or eighteen years old. His face was filled with terror, occasionally glancing fearfully at the content on the television, clearly too frightened to breathe freely.
He was the protagonist of that news report, the “mental patient” who was determined by the court two days ago to bear no criminal responsibility.
At the same time, he was the one who had committed cruel acts of bullying against his classmates, even causing physical disability… the “demon.”
But now, across from him, a real demon sat smilingly at the table with him.
“Have you recalled anything? Dear ‘mental patient’ classmate? You seem quite awake, at least able to recognize… the current environment you are in.”
The demon with a goat’s head began to speak slowly, its head being a large goat skull, inside of which burned the flames of hell that symbolized terror—two flames flickering in its eye sockets, looking rather intimidating.
“W-what… monster, what do you… want!?”
The boy stammered, clearly terrified to the extreme. His current appearance was a stark contrast to the spirited boy who had walked out of the courthouse just two days prior.
“Nothing… just lamenting how indulgent your father is towards you… mobilizing all connections to get you a mental illness certificate to absolve you of guilt, and spending a large sum to bribe the media to control public opinion. Let me guess… if it weren’t for my sudden visit today, you would probably be on a plane studying abroad in a couple of days, right?”
The demon smiled as it described everything that had happened to the boy and accurately predicted the boy’s potential future, with only one point of error in its guess—that the boy’s flight abroad was supposed to be this afternoon…
“Ah… what a lamentable tragedy… I have seen that girl, the one you insulted and bullied. She was so wise and lovely; had it not been for you, she should have led a fairly happy life, right? Living happily, finally leaving without regrets, ascending to heaven to receive blessings from those bird-like people (angels), and joyfully reincarnating to start her next story… But now, oh boy, the boy whom you can call a demon, you have ruined all of that, haven’t you? Truly an unforgivable evil person—”
“And evil people are meant to go to hell!”
The flames in the demon’s eye sockets stared fixedly at the boy, and under that gaze, the boy trembled even more violently. He cried out in a near-broken tone to the demon, “Please! Please! Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me! My dad can give you a lot of money, a lot, a lot of money!”
“You… have you misunderstood something?”
The goat-headed demon tilted its head and questioned the boy with a confused tone.
“I am a demon! All worldly wealth and power mean nothing to me! Including your hypocritical judgment, ha, I despise people like you the most.”
Saying this, the goat-headed demon stood up, and with a flash of fire in its hand, a revolver covered in strange red patterns appeared out of nowhere. The demon spun the chamber of the gun, smiling as it aimed the barrel at the boy.
“Don’t, don’t, don’t!!! Please, don’t kill me! I still have many things I haven’t done yet! My wonderful life has just begun; I haven’t enjoyed enough yet! How could it end here?!”
The boy, frightened to tears, with snot and tears smeared all over his face, suddenly found his pants wet in the groin, revealing his unparalleled terror at that moment.
“How embarrassing… Well, although my purpose this time is to take you to where you are meant to go (hell), I’ll give you a chance since you’re still young.”
Saying that, the demon tossed the gun in front of the boy.
“Before I came, I asked the great lord of hell, Satan, for six auspicious tokens. If the next six bullets in the revolver jam, you can live.”
The demon said carelessly, but upon hearing this, the mourning expression on the boy’s face intensified. He tremblingly picked up the revolver and asked in disbelief.
“Revolver… jam?”
“Yes, that’s right… if the next six bullets jam, it means Satan is feeling playful… uh, it means Lord Satan still doesn’t want you to die, and you can naturally survive. But I must remind you, don’t think of any tricks; that revolver is specially made, capable of killing even angels. You should consider this carefully~”
The demon said with a blissful expression, seemingly enjoying the boy’s current desperate emotions. The boy could only stare at the revolver in his hand, which felt slightly warm, wishing he could swallow a hundred bottles of regret medicine, feeling a profound sense of hatred inside.
What to do? Shoot or not shoot? If I don’t shoot, I will definitely be taken back to hell and tortured by this goat-headed being! But if I shoot… my dude, what if the revolver jams?
Wait, it just said this gun could kill even angels, does that mean…
Suddenly, a bold idea began to take shape in the boy’s mind. He continued to feign calmness, tremblingly aimed the revolver at his own forehead, then… suddenly turned the gun towards the unsuspecting demon and pulled the trigger fiercely!
“Bang!”
The flame-patterned bullet unceremoniously pierced through the demon’s skull, and the boy clearly saw disbelief in the flickering flames of the demon’s eye sockets, which quickly faded… until it was completely extinguished.
The demon’s towering body collapsed to the ground, utterly motionless, having lost all signs of life.
“Ha… ha… did I… make it? Am I alive…?”
The boy suddenly felt a sense of disconnection, gripping the specially made revolver in his hand, the fear on his face vanished, replaced by unprecedented arrogance and joy.
“Yes, you have made it; you have successfully found the only path to death.”
Suddenly, a sweet, childish voice echoed in the dim room. The boy was slightly taken aback and instinctively looked forward—where the demon’s large figure had somehow disappeared, replaced by a cute girl, around 1.4 meters tall, with a head of sparkling purple hair, and a pair of colorful demon wings at her waist.
To be precise, she was a beautiful demon miss.
The demon miss glanced at the dazed boy and sighed.
“You… wha…!”
The boy just wanted to say something, but suddenly felt dizzy, his body incapable of any strength, and his forehead throbbed painfully. He exerted all his remaining strength to raise his hand and touched his forehead.
What he felt was only a thumb-sized, terrifying blood hole.
Despairing, the boy collapsed, blood gushing from the bullet hole on his forehead, staining the entire floor red. However, the demon miss standing before him showed no sign of emotion; she even disdainfully walked up and kicked the boy’s corpse a couple of times.
“What a pity; you didn’t have to die… I clearly warned you not to play tricks. Today’s youth… truly pitiful~”
