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  After his repeated nods, I put away the corkscrew from his neck and rubbed my finger first. It was a difficult technique where my physique still didn't have enough strength yet. Just doing it a few times, my fingers and muscles, especially on my forearm were already sore. My bone fingers would probably break if I dealt the lethal damage version.

  Then, I unlocked his jaw.

  Immediately, Sir Henry gulped a huge amount of air, still looking at me with horror. His mouth trembling, while stammering, "You! Gulp. What do you want? I give… I give you all my money. Please don't kill me!!! Please!"

  He begs. Tears were forming in his red eyes. What a sissy!!!

  However, there was no way I would be fooled by his fa?ade of submission. He was one of the people I was always wary of. Just having a bad mood, he vented it on the innocent worker here. But those who worked lazily – because of their inside relationship, he didn't even bother with them.

  I was sure once I left here, he would call the police and sue me until I rotted in jail. With his connection, I would probably end just as so. Or maybe worse, he would hire a hitman to kidnap, then torture me until the end. I wonder if he had the guts to do that though…

  And those fake-as-hell tears. Meh, it was probably him cursing me repeatedly inside his mind.

  I then grasped his chubby, greasy cheeks, while looking at him in the eye.

  "So, where is the money?" I asked him calmly.

  "It was… it was inside the drawer…"

  Plack Plack

  Before he finished with his words, I slapped him in the face, twice at that – back and forth using my palm and the back of it. Red prints were imprinted on both sides of his cheeks.

  "Be clear with that!!! Do you want to die?" I pressed the corkscrew one more time, showing madness in my eyes. And the truth was, I indeed, had an urge to kill him right away.

  What going to happen in the future was no joke for the Earth. This kind of person usually likes to mess with the internal society inside the Iron Legion. They were too used to acting superior and couldn't stay silent and behaved in peace.

  It was rot that was inside of them. These people could only thrive in dishonest conduct and internal chaos.

  I always classified people based on many distinct behaviors and to some extent, their psychology – especially what they choose regarding their stance and motivation in life. I might not know their emotion, thoughts, or their exact principles in life, but at least, it was enough to decide what my real, honest reaction and attitude toward them.

  And there were four classifications that I made based on my present memory and my future memories. And that was good, evil, normal, and the last – was idiot trash that even if they were gone, it wouldn't matter to the world. The society would benefit greatly instead.

  I believed evil had its own part in this world to achieve what I called, realization. And what idiot had used it for? Nothing, except wasting the air they breathed.

  And this pig-headed idiot was clearly the last type for me. Unnecessary factor in my plan toward what was ahead of now.

  "Please, please, no!!!"

  Seeing tears fell on his cheeks, I rolled my eyes. It was genuine tears out of terror this time. Though, it woke me up somehow. I almost lost my control and behaved like I was still the commander of the Iron Legion.

  "Stop crying, you pig. Now tell me the truth!!! I know you are lying!?" I planned to bully and scare him a bit more before leaving. Who knows, he actually really confessed to me. It seems my trick of paralyzing him had worked wonders, though, I was actually kind of looking forward to if he would wet his pants from all this.

  Guess, I wasn't as scary as I thought.

  "Yes, yes. At the lowest part of my table, just below the drawer. There is a hidden compartment there that I use to stash my money. Take it. Take it all. Just please, don't kill me…"

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  He begged me pitifully. His voice cracking.

  A few minutes later, after locking his jaw one more time and making sure he was lying there for quite some time, I left the office, brimming with money inside my jacket pockets. And it was quite a lot – fifteen times of my monthly wage when I worked here.

  While walked and greeted a few of the workers there who didn't know that I would leave, I asked REN.

  "How is it? Is my performance good enough? Now, like our deal before, where is my reward…"

  What was the deal I was talking about? Well, before I visited the managerial office, I asked REN to add the reward with some hidden file or dirt from the Henry guy that was hidden or was already erased.

  With how REN admitted herself that she was an advanced Artificial Intelligence beyond the Milky Way galaxy, I estimated she could easily retrieve any kind of data on the Earth's current level of technology, defense system, and AI, even restoring it back to how it used to be.

  And given her advanced nature, it was plausible that she could connect to the internet seamlessly without manual intervention at all.

  However, it was such a pity, that REN refused my request, and instead, replaced the mystery gift with my request. Well, it seems she wasn't the easy cheat system who gifted her Host generously like most novels after all.

  Mission Status: Completed

  Congratulations, Host. Your first mission has been accomplished.

  Reward Issued:

  - Calm Mind: Enhancing your mental tranquility and focus.

  - Better Life Management: Optimizing your daily routines and personal organization.

  - Data Retrieval: The system has compiled all files pertaining to the personal life of Henry Mancini. These files have been meticulously categorized, prioritizing the most pressing subjects as identified by the Host.

  High-Priority Subject identified based on the Host preference…

  Dirty Transactions and Illegal Activities: It contains comprehensive documentation of Henry Mancini's illicit dealings and unlawful activities.

  "That was unbelievably fast," I remarked, raising my eyebrows in surprise. I hoped my guess was correct this time.

  "REN, immediately send all of those incriminating files about that Henry guy to the police, authorities, or any influential entities on a large scale, even outside of this country. I want him to suffer and be humiliated like never before, as soon as possible. Can you grant this request of mine?"

  Yes, Host.

  REN replied promptly.

  Access Granted

  Transmitting Data:

  Sending file...

  Task Status: Successful

  With that, I hurriedly walked to the place where I rested at night. Sat down on my bag, I opened the first file that REN had sent. It didn't matter if his crimes were primarily rooted in corruption; I believed it was enough to get him locked away for good.

  Ten minutes later, my veins were popping all over my body, a physical manifestation of my growing fury. I had to close my eyes several times, trying to calm the raging urge to go back and kill that bastard.

  I reread the document multiple times to ensure that what I was reading was real.

  It was insane. The extent of his depravity was far beyond anything I had ever expected.

  That bastard was essentially a psychopathic murderer who had taken countless lives. He was not just a murderer; he was also a rapist and a pedophile who had ruined the lives of countless women. He was an arsonist and so much more.

  The file detailed his numerous heinous acts:

  He had been involved in drunk driving incidents, killing several pedestrians on the sidewalk.

  He had murdered an entire family of a business rival who had merely established a small restaurant by burning their home and maliciously trapping them inside, all while his own restaurant went bankrupt years later.

  He had kidnapped, raped, and humiliated a middle school girl during a trip with his abominable friends. This girl, who was still a child, had tragically ended her life a week later by biting her tongue.

  And that was just the tip of the iceberg.

  Much of the evidence against him had been carefully and cleverly erased by someone high-ranking in the government – and that was his own blood brother. But REN had managed to retrieve and restore all of it. There would be no going back from this; they would be persecuted soon enough.

  If they weren't…

  Well, I mused, I guessed Earth might need a hero capable of killing cruelly and mercilessly, without holding back even a bit. And if that hero had the chance, he would kidnap and torture them like crazy. It seemed like a pretty interesting side job to me – if only I had the time.

  "Hahahahaha! I underestimated human evil after all. A century of fighting the Aelor has dulled my senses to understand that this kind of trash, living and breathing in the same world as I do, is everywhere," I sighed, shaking my head in disbelief.

  I laughed, but it was a hollow sound. I put my hands over my eyes, trying to calm my restless heartbeat, which was pounding harder with each passing second as I continued to read the document. I wasn't even finished yet, but it was proving to be too much for me.

  Suddenly, REN's voice echoed inside my head.

  Host, if required, I can initiate a direct transfer of all pertinent information related to Henry Mancini's crimes.

  This data will be seamlessly integrated with your cognitive framework. Should you require additional information at a later time, you may simply instruct me to proceed with the transfer as well.

  "Oh, thanks, REN. I appreciate it. Just transfer all the crimes to me and let me think through them for a moment…"

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