Demon Lord's Reincarnation

There was a reason I did this open interrogation of sorts in front of everybody else right as I announced the lockdown, and it was to cause chaos in their psyche so that they wouldn’t be able to think of proper excuses or match their stories because of the very small timeframe I gave them.

Sure, seating them one by one would work as well but there were very few times that this tactic could work and be tried, and this was the perfect time to make them fight amongst each other.

It’ll only need one whistleblower for everybody else to start digging up dirt and airing everyone else’s dirty laundry besides themselves, but in the end, I’d just have more information to work with. Furthermore, Kaley wouldn’t need to rely on her insight as much because people would almost always tell the truth when emotions were heightened and if their life and their families’ were on the line.

And yeah, not only did Mikey reveal that JJ and two of the guards with him made him just do what the Romans do, but indirectly taking it from his statement, it seemed like our guards who should be on equal standing have their own pecking order and they were putting pressure on the newer ones just so that they could feed their inflated ego among others.

It was this hazing process of sorts but for all the dumb reasons.

To be honest, that type of shit was bound to happen once we gave out important roles among different types of people—and sometimes, it was a great thing—but in this case, it was like the human race started to evolve backwards.

Having a power trip just to break rules that kept everyone safe was like not letting go of a smoldering pot and using a pot holder because they didn’t want to be called a bitch then getting 2nd-degree burns and no dinner in the process.

At this point, more and more people’s names were being dragged into the dirt—who weren’t even in the group we were letting have a shouting match against each other—but we found out soon enough when the ones who were called out voluntarily walked in or rushed here to clear their name or was summoned or dragged in the same place to prove their innocence.

I just can’t believe more and more shit was getting brought up due to how lax this place was compared to the areas we’d send our scouts or our clearing groups, but I just found myself laughing out loud when I had enough.

It was really funny to me that the moment I leave this place, these fucking people who should be keeping things in order felt like the rules I set up were a chore.

I didn’t set those rules up because I simply could but because it could actually make everyone from my compound safe, and not only that, it was also for them and their friends and families who were sharing the same roof as them and the same safe space as us.

‘I swear to fucking god that it was in these types of situations where I’d have to agree with the villain’s point of view because sometimes, the only time people would learn was for a mistake to occur first…’

I could keep telling or ordering everyone what to do in case so and so happens but unless they see for themselves how a little bit of carelessness could do, they wouldn’t be as passionate and reliable at their job like the ones who knew what it felt like.

But as I continued to laugh like a maniac, everyone just stared at me and didn’t dare to move a fucking muscle, because I still had my pistol drawn though I’m not that careless to flag anyone that didn’t deserve it.

I chose those words specifically because I’m definitely pointing at each of these clowns with my gun, making them flinch each time I violently switch targets, but the moment I felt I should stop, I did so with an abrupt pause while keeping my facial muscles in the same position.

Doing that made me look more like a deranged lunatic but it didn’t even compare to the words I said next:

“Here’s how this is gonna go: all of you here would be given a chance to redeem yourselves and you have the whole time we’d be away to make sure you’re the best guards this place could ever ask for. Do you know why?

Not only would you stand indefinitely on those walls for the whole duration, you’d have to know every person here, at Rico’s, at Morales’, the harbors, Isko’s, and Mauricio’s by heart, and know their names and current occupation/responsibilities—don’t worry, Rin will give you a cheat sheet—but aside from that, for all of you to fucking know how serious you should fucking take your jobs… As of right now, your families will start living outside these walls even if we come back—”

Then all hell broke loose:

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?! WHY’D YOU HAVE TO DRAG MY FAMILY INTO THESE?!”

“YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME?!”

“W-WHY DON’T YOU JUST SEND ME OUTSIDE?!”

“PLEASE! MY MOM’S REALLY OLD! AND MY DAUGHTER GETS NIGHTMARES AT NIGHT!”

“PLEASE, SIR! WE’RE REALLY SORRY!”

At this point, not only was I trying to keep them down as I was trying to get to my point, but everyone else on my side was starting to get a little uncomfortable because these fucking clowns were about to kamikaze against a people who were armed to the teeth and much better at them at close quarters.

It would be just blood to our name without accomplishing anything but I let out copious amounts of killing intent as I grabbed hold of this “Bordz” head and ripped half of his face off by dragging his face against the concrete.

He barely had time to react but I just broke his arms in several places or slammed his head down when I felt some resistance and the whole place had never been so quiet from the display. They were so afraid of my gun earlier but they should be more afraid of me.

Everyone definitely stopped from seeing that but I had a few more words I needed to say:

“THEN WHAT’S THE FUCKING FUSS NOW, HUH?! I THOUGHT OUTSIDE THE WALLS WERE FUCKING SAFE?! YOU’RE EVEN LETTING STRANGERS CASE US OUT AND YOU CAN’T EVEN MAKE YOUR FAMILIES LIVE OUTSIDE?! WAS IT REALLY THAT FUCKING SAFE OR NOT?! WHAT IF THE NEXT TIME THESE TWO FUCKS CAME BEARING GIFTS, IT’LL BE A BULLET TO YOUR MOM’S HEAD OR A SHARP KNIFE TO YOUR DAUGHTERS THROAT?!

DID ANY OF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT THAT, HUH?! WAS THAT ALL THIS PLACE MEANT TO YOU?!”

Then I spat on the ground seething while still wearing a deranged smile, “THIS PLACE HAS RULES FOR A REASON! YOUR FUCKING HEADS HAVE A BRAIN FOR A REASON! THESE FUCKS ARE HERE FOR A REASON! HOW CAN ANY OF YOU LET THIS FUCKING HAPPEN?! I CAN’T SWOOP IN AND SAVE ALL OF YOU SORRY FUCKS EVERY SINGLE TIME!

I’M WORKING ON SOMETHING MUCH, MUCH MORE IMPORTANT THAN SIMPLY GUARDING THE WALLS AND YOU FUCKS FUCK IT UP?! WHAT DO YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN IF THESE FUCKS’ ATTEMPT SUCCEEDED?! D’YOU THINK YOU’D BE HAVING FREE CIGARS, BOOZE, AND PUSSY EVERY SINGLE TIME?! HOW LONG DO YOU THINK THAT WOULD LAST FOR?! THINK YOU FUCKS, THINK!

WE HAVE ALL OF THOSE HERE—EVEN BETTER QUALITY—AND YOU SETTLE FOR WHAT THESE CLOWNS GIVE YOU JUST BECAUSE THEY BROUGHT IT TO YOU WHILE YOU’RE WORKING?! IS THAT WHAT IT FUCKING TOOK?! HUH?! YOU CAN’T FUCKING FOLLOW YOUR JOBS TO THE STANDARD I SET SO YOU RESORT TO THAT?!”