Chapter 380 - 374: The Shining of the Humanoid Stars and Fang Can’s Justice

Chapter 380: Chapter 374: The Shining of the Humanoid Stars and Fang Can’s Justice

Throughout the nations of Great Derivation, blood-red ropes cascaded down like a torrential rain.

Each of these blood-tendrils was as thick as an infant’s thumb, like blood-soaked hemp ropes piercing the canopy of the sky.

A million-mile expanse of sky was covered by writhing, scarlet veins. Countless nooses descended with precision, as if the heavens had cracked open into innumerable scarlet eyes, from the depths of which dripped the saliva of death.

The moment the rope snared Tao Xuan’s neck, he felt nothing in particular—no pain at all—as an immense force yanked him toward the sky.

His hands instinctively grabbed the slimy cord, and the instant his toes left the ground, he heard waves of miserable cries erupt from the entire town.

Tao Xuan looked up and saw that every single blood-tendril was hoisting a resident toward the sky.

He recognized many of them—residents of his town. A good number had even bullied him before. Now, they swung about like bundled sacks, bumping into each other in midair, with no distinction made for the old, weak, sick, or disabled.

A few Martial Artists even tried to snap the blood-tendrils, but their efforts were a fool’s errand. Even a master of the Fifth Turn would have struggled to break them.

"God... is this a baptism... Are you taking me to your heavenly kingdom?"

Tao Xuan forced out a broken, delirious whisper, his bloodshot eyes reflecting the apocalyptic spectacle:

The silk merchant’s three-hundred-pound body swayed like a balloon, his gold-embroidered lapels splitting open to reveal white fat oozing from the deep grooves cut by the tendril.

The private tutor, clinging to an ornamental archway, now hung against the horizon; the wet ink from his brush washer streamed back into his nostrils, tracing winding tear tracks across his bruised and livid face.

A one-year-old child in his swaddling clothes, snagged on a branch of the blood tree, was giggling as he watched the world below grow farther and farther away...

’Wait... I don’t think it hurts?’

Tao Xuan came back to his senses. Though his entire body was suspended, not a trace of pain reached him.

Not only was there no pain, but the foot he had previously twisted and broken was now healing at a rapid pace. A tingling sensation spread through his body as his old bruises and wounds began to mend.

By the time he realized what was happening, the blood-tendril had tossed him back onto the ground. His body was brimming with vigorous energy, with no trace of fatigue.

In stark contrast to his own experience, the sky was filled with countless screams of agony.

Through close contact via the blood-tendrils, the thoughts of all these living beings flowed into Fang Can’s mind.

All those with criminal records, as well as those who had offended Fang Can himself, were sentenced to be hanged.

Those guilty of minor sins and misdeeds would hang for anywhere from a few minutes to half a month.

With Fang Can constantly supplying them with nutrients, there was no danger of them dying. They would simply remain in a perpetual state of intense asphyxiation play.

As for those who had committed major crimes like malicious murder or human trafficking, the duration of their asphyxiation was indefinite, dependent on the severity of their deeds. They would hang in mid-air as a public spectacle, and only after their full term was served would they be killed.

In Fang Can’s hands, death for these villains was merely the final, convulsive release.

The real suffering was the torment they endured before death. They couldn’t dream of dying so easily until they had cleared their karmic debts in life.

Soon, it became clear that among the people ensnared by the densely packed blood-tendrils, ninety percent required a sentence of at least one full day. The only exceptions were newborn infants, who hadn’t yet had a chance to sin.

For a time, anyone below who looked up would see the sky filled with human figures, swaying in the wind and rain like eerie weather charms.

For the next few days, they would be exposed to the wind, sun, and rain, perhaps even an occasional lightning strike. Fang Can couldn’t be bothered with any of it; at most, he would ensure they didn’t die.

After all, a lenient law is an invitation to crime. Such indulgence is unacceptable.

Simultaneously, Fang Can publicly displayed the reason for each person’s sentence, creating a dense constellation of case studies on the human race.

Tao Xuan stared up at the sky, and in a single glance, he felt his entire worldview shatter.

Yang Guixuan, 35. Crimes: Blasphemy against the gods, adultery with the wife from the neighboring Wang family, desecration of an elder’s corpse, preying on the Li family until their line was wiped out...

Sentence: Hanged for two years, then executed!

Wan Mouqian, 65. Crimes: Sexual assault, incest with his daughter-in-law, refusing to pay wages and beating the villagers who demanded them, entrapping multiple families in debt through deceitful schemes...

Sentence: Hanged for three years, then executed!

...

The sky, with its countless human charms, became a public ledger of all manner of kinks, depravities, and crimes, shattering the worldview of most observers. They could never have imagined that these people were so twisted in private.

Upon seeing these rap sheets, some felt a chill spread through their hearts, horrified by the absolute depths of human depravity. They’d had no idea the wealthy led such debauched lives.

And this was only the beginning. When night fell, the sky overhead would become a vast, gloomy darkness.

Anyone walking alone on the streets at night, should they happen to glance up, would see a massive crowd of bodies hanging in the pitch-darkness overhead.

Then, the knowledge of their various crimes would flood directly into your mind. Imagine how unsettling that would be.

In the past, when a loved one passed away, people would offer comfort by saying, "They’ve become a star to watch over you."

But now, day or night, these criminals would be there in the sky, "keeping you company." The hair-raising, skin-crawling sensation was instantaneous.

In the city, a child tried to look at the sky, but his parents immediately covered his eyes. "Don’t look up," they said. "There are monsters in the sky that eat people."

It was foreseeable that a new culture would form in this land: good people remain in the mortal realm, while criminals ascend to the heavens.

From that day on, the phrase "to ascend to heaven" would take on a negative connotation. After all, what kind of decent person gets strung up in the sky for all to see?

And alongside the countless human charms overhead, a gigantic eye watched over the land.

On this land, a god would visually violate every single person, forever!

"This... isn’t this a bit much?" Jiang Nianshen asked, sweating profusely. "The people have no privacy at all. Is this really okay?"

"Don’t worry. Humans are highly adaptable creatures. When placed in a certain environment for long enough, they become conditioned by it."

"Take the workplace, for instance. People who can bear hardships end up bearing them forever. Once they feel they can’t fight back, they start to gaslight themselves, engaging in a kind of self-domestication."

"Corporate culture, drinking culture, foot-binding, sacrificial burials—they are all products of their respective eras. Gradually, people will grow accustomed to this life without privacy and even integrate it into their lives."

"Besides... I don’t plan to monitor them forever. I will gradually grant them more autonomy."

Fang Can smiled faintly. "I am keenly aware that not all people are equal. Right now, I am both controlling and enabling them. They must find their own true paths."

"The wicked die, the kind are blessed, the hardworking grow strong, and the idle just scrape by."

Fang Can spread his hands and said gravely, "To treat everyone equally is, in itself, the greatest inequality."

"The industrious should reap greater rewards than the idle! If the son of a poor man works hard enough, he should be able to surpass the accumulated wealth of three generations of the rich!"

"Under my rule, I will not dictate what kind of people they must become or what goals they must strive for!"

"My goal is to ensure that every effort is rewarded, to give everyone a world that is a perfect reflection of their own choices!"