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The red-haired woman's mouth was tightly shut, clearly not wanting to answer any questions, but after the village chief's query, an inexplicable force suddenly pried open the red-haired woman's mouth and made her speak uncontrollably.

"I... I love my sister."

"It's that kind of love that transcends blood ties, and I couldn't accept anyone sharing her with me. I had been oblivious until one day, when I saw her being very affectionate with her own husband in front of me, I suddenly understood, I had truly fallen in love with her."

"After that, I killed her husband, and I killed their child."

"From then on, my sister finally belonged to me entirely."

"I..."

The red-haired woman's voice lacked any intonation, as if a robot recounting the evils she normally committed, while the Sin Value on the machine kept increasing, eventually stopping at '2392'.

While saying these words, the red-haired woman never dared to glance at her sister sitting beside her from start to finish.

Perhaps these things had been hidden in the woman's heart for a long time; if she hadn't spoken out today, no one in this world would have known this secret.

...

"Tch."

Having held back his complaints in the Secret Realm, Chen Miao couldn't restrain himself anymore and looked towards the burly man beside him, "Buddy, my level isn't high, I'm just curious about one thing—is there not a single normal person among you high-level Supernaturals?"

"Does everyone have to have some flaws?"

"Can't one just keep entering the Secret Realm and then grow stronger normally, to become a high-level Supernatural?"

"I don't know!"

Even the burly man was somewhat dumbfounded, his gaze fixed on the red-headed woman, "I always thought I was an odd one out among the high-level Supernaturals, fearing that others would discover my quirks. But now it seems..."

"Even if I liked eating shit, I might actually be the cleanest one among us?"

"Why are you all so twisted?"

Falling in love with one's own sister and then killing her husband and child so as to be with the sister forever—could any human really commit such acts?

Even the most melodramatic scriptwriter couldn't come up with such a dramatic plot.

So stupid.

Yet such a foolish storyline had actually happened in reality?

...

But what everyone failed to notice was that while the red-haired woman was confessing her crimes, the purple-haired sister sitting on her right side sat there expressionless from beginning to end, with not a ripple in her eyes.

She appeared extremely calm, eerily so.

She wasn't angry at all.

It was only after the chief walked over to the purple-haired sister and asked that question again that she remained silent for a long while before slowly speaking up.

"I've liked my sister from a very early age, but she always treated me only as a sister, without a hint of romantic affection, until one day, she got married, and she had a husband who loved her, along with a very cute child."

"When I saw how affectionate she was with her husband, I felt angry, jealous, and sad."

"Finally, one day, my sister had a car accident, lost part of her memory, completely forgot about her husband and child, and was hospitalized for three months. During those three months, I seduced my sister's husband."

"No man can refuse a niece who throws herself at him."

"Especially when the niece is attractive and has a good figure."

"My sister's husband was no exception."

"Afterward, my sister's husband became my husband, and my sister's child became my child. During those three months my sister was in the hospital, I added quite a few drugs that could stimulate the psyche to her medication and arranged for a psychologist to give my sister some psychological suggestions."

"When my sister was discharged from the hospital and saw her husband being intimate with me, even though she had lost her memory, her subconscious still stirred with jealousy and anger. And because of the memory loss, she came to believe that her jealousy was due to not wanting to see other men near me, rather than me being close to other men."

"After that, I always deliberately acted affectionate with her husband in front of my sister and had her child learn to call me 'mommy'."

"My sister was indeed very angry."

"One day, my sister intentionally sent me away, saying she was going to pick up my husband and child. I knew I had finally waited for that day. Sure enough, there was a car accident that day, and my husband and child both died. Only my sister came back with tears in her eyes and blood all over her, holding me tight in her grief and saying it was because she was distracted while driving that caused my husband and child to die."

"I hugged my sister."

"Even though she was covered in blood, I smiled happily. I knew that from now on, my sister finally belonged only to me."

The purple-haired woman's voice was cold and soft.

Yet it reverberated deafeningly in everyone's ears.

These words left everyone dumbfounded in place.

Even the red-haired sister, at this point, was looking at her own sister with eyes full of fear and disbelief, unable to accept that the turn of events could actually be like this—had she killed not her sister's husband but her own husband and her own child?

How could that be possible?!

This...

The collapse of her worldview even made the red-haired woman's eyes go dark, and she fainted.

The purple-haired woman, meanwhile, pressed her lips tightly together, her eyes reddening as she looked up stubbornly at the chief and bit out, "Why would I say such a thing? I've never thought there was anything wrong with what I did, so why would I be compelled to speak out?"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Hmm."

The chief nodded nonchalantly and fiddled with the dry pipe in his arms, lighting it up, "It seems you don't understand your own heart. Your sense of guilt doesn't come from betraying your sister, but from betraying that man and child."

"Even though you don't want to admit it, during that time, you had fallen in love with that man and that cute child."

"Foreigners really are more intriguing, aren't they?"

"Local folks don't have that many stories."

...

Finally—

The sin value of the woman with purple hair halted at the number "6823."

About double that of her sister's.

"Tsk tsk."

The burly man, who had originally thought his sin value was definitely the highest, now looked at the others with a face full of emotion, "What kind of people are you all, is there a single normal one among you?"

"I told you this world has gone abnormal a long time ago."

"When a guy with a cross-dressing fetish who likes to eat shit suddenly doesn't seem that bad anymore, you can imagine how dark the rest of you must be. And those sisters over there, do you also like watching 'Infernal Affairs' in your spare time?"

"Big sis, this isn't like shooting a movie, is there a need to make it so extreme?"

"..."

Chen Miao, sitting to one side, remained silent, not speaking. What kinds of teammates had this secret realm matched him with?

The one with a cross-dressing fetish who eats shit.

The one who killed their entire family with a family tree in hand.

The man in the tailcoat who was rotten to the core.

The red-haired girl who killed her own sister's husband and child.

The purple-haired girl who orchestrated everything from behind, actually killing her sister's husband and children.

And the female college student who kept crying from the start, not even leaving the safe house before she was bombed to death.

Great.

You could put together a little theater with them, it seems like he's the only normal person here, right? No wonder that demon could clear this secret realm. Could a normal person even clear this realm?

And just then—

The village chief suddenly walked up to everyone, leaning on a cane and announced, "Judgment has been completed. The person with the highest sin value is this young man, with a sin value approaching 20,000. According to the rules agreed upon in advance, we shall execute this young man."

"Execute?"

The young man who had been silent with his head down after telling his story suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with madness and ferocity, staring straight at the village chief and began to laugh sinisterly, "Guess what I relied on to reach such heights from a weak ordinary person?"

"Was it the understanding of others?"

"Was it the judgment of others?"

"Was it the pity of others?"

The young man suddenly jumped into the air, the rocket launcher he had been carrying on his back suddenly expanded to a full meter in diameter, and he hugged the launcher in his arms, aiming at the platform below, and bellowed ferociously, "It's always been me who decides my own fate!"

"I don't want to die, who can kill me?"

Almost the instant the young man leaped up—

The other people on the platform started to flee quickly to the distance, they had matched with this young man in other secret realms before. Although his morality was somewhat questionable, his strength was indeed very robust, this blast was the young man's unique skill.

To take such a blast head-on would result in death or serious injury.

Instantly—

Only the village chief and a few villagers remained standing calmly on the platform, looking up at the man in mid-air.

As for Chen Miao, he had already jumped off the platform the moment the young man began his furious roar, obviously gearing up to fight desperately. It was time to run far away, as staying close could easily result in collateral damage.

However, the next second!

The rocket that seemed poised to hit the village chief's head at any moment appeared to be frozen in time, no, not frozen; time had suddenly slowed down. The speed of the rocket had become slower than a turtle's crawl.

Then the village chief casually waved his hand.

The rocket was flung outside of the village and exploded, a thick wave of flames shooting into the sky, demonstrating the power of the strike.

After that, the village chief took the spear passed to him from a villager behind him, and his slightly hunched body suddenly straightened up.

One spear.

Two spears.

Three spears.

All three spears hit their mark, and the young man in mid-air had a vacant look in his eyes as he fell to the ground with three fist-size holes in his body, blood quickly pooling underneath him.

He was dead as could be.

The flight speed of the spears wasn't actually fast, but for some reason, the young man seemed frozen, and even a simple action like blinking seemed to be played out in slow motion tens of times slower.

He couldn't dodge at all.

Hitting with three spears, ruled dead by the laws, not even gods could save him.

"..."

Chen Miao, who had run to the bottom of the platform by now, looked at the scene with a somewhat gloomy expression. If he had the highest sin value, could he have survived this kind of attack?

He wasn't sure.