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Chapter 115
🕑 Added 2024-12-15 16:01:01 +0000 UTCTL: I feel this arc is ruining the novel fr.
"You’re lying!"
The man with the slicked-back hair, the eldest son of the Moangka family, was still emotionally unstable.
"Whether I’m lying or not, wouldn’t it be clear if you tried it?!"
Luzurus shrugged, exuding a calm indifference.
After all, he had every reason to remain unfazed.
The commotion quickly drew everyone’s attention.
When the nobles heard Luzurus claim he hadn’t done anything truly wicked or villainous, they reacted as if they’d just heard a joke—utterly ridiculous.
However, seeing Luzurus’s confidence, they began to waver, their doubt growing.
It wasn’t until Chagrahma stepped forward and used the Truth Sticker to verify the claim that Luzurus indeed had not committed any depraved or heinous acts.
The result shocked everyone.
He was a prince of the Kakin Empire—arguably a top-tier “second-generation elite” in the world!
For someone of such status and privilege not to engage in any form of malfeasance or abuse of power?
Are you even living up to your title?
The nobles’ gazes toward Luzurus grew peculiar and disdainful.
In this corrupt environment, most had skeletons in their closets.
And here was someone who had done nothing wrong, seemingly able to escape unscathed.
Compared to him, didn’t that make the rest of them look even worse?
Even though they were essentially well-dressed beasts in human clothing, they couldn’t tolerate an outlier among them.
Moreover, what if Luzurus became an example of someone who avoided sin, leading to changes in how outlaws viewed them? What if the criminals decided they too were irredeemable and killed them all?
For a moment, animosity brewed in the eyes of the nobles as they looked at Luzurus.
Luzurus remained unaffected, even amused by their hostility.
"Just the resentment of a group of soon-to-die souls."
He raised his head, meeting Morin’s gaze above him, locking eyes without flinching.
The saying “A clear conscience fears no ghost” perfectly encapsulated Luzurus’s mindset.
Still—
"I wonder how he plans to deal with me..."
Luzurus couldn’t help but feel a hint of nervousness, as his life hung in the balance.
"Luzurus of the Kakin Empire, the seventh prince?"
Although Chagrahma had previously mentioned his presence, seeing him in person still surprised Morin.
Luzurus, the seventh prince of Kakin, was a participant in the king’s succession battle organized by King Nasubi.
The rules dictated that all the princes must battle aboard the Black Whale, the ship headed for the Dark Continent, until only one survived.
The sole survivor would inherit the throne of the Kakin Empire.
Among the fourteen princes, some were powerful and ambitious, while others were weak and solely focused on survival.
For now, Luzurus appeared to be the only prince with both strength and no desire for the throne.
He had debuted with dual round buns on either side of his head, shrouded in smoke—clearly a heavy smoker.
If he knew Morin's old man, the two would likely get along well.
In some ways, Luzurus was an idealist with a touch of naivety.
Kurapika had recruited several Hunters to serve the different princes. Luzurus’s camp included Basho, whose ability, Haiku Vagabond, was triggered through haiku writing.
In their spare time, the two heavy smokers often chatted while puffing away. Basho once recommended a special kind of tobacco to Luzurus—a variety that supposedly had no side effects and became healthier the more one smoked.
Luzurus seriously inquired about the clinical data on this tobacco and expressed interest in promoting it across the Kakin Empire to help addicts. He even lamented losing a friend to substance abuse.
This sincerity left Basho with a positive impression, believing that Luzurus ascending the throne could be a shortcut to promoting the tobacco.
Despite his disinterest in the throne, Luzurus was a prince with commendable qualities—strong, kind, and principled.
Morin’s knowledge of Luzurus was limited. Still, based on the traits displayed in his manga interactions with Basho, Morin had a good impression of him.
"Kakin, huh..."
Morin’s eyes gleamed, a peculiar idea forming in his mind.
Meanwhile, below, Luzurus and the others awaited his verdict.
Morin remained silent for so long that Chagrahma had to follow the predetermined rules.
Since Luzurus hadn’t committed any particularly heinous acts, the eldest son of the Moangka family’s accusation was invalid, requiring him to report someone else.
Luzurus returned to his original position, awaiting Morin’s judgment.
"This can’t be real… It can’t be..."
The eldest son muttered in disbelief, realizing he had not only failed to harm Luzurus but also made an enemy of him.
As the reporting process continued, many couldn’t help but glance at Luzurus.
Eventually, the lengthy accusations concluded, and the guests were neatly divided into three groups:
On the far right stood the majority, those who had successfully cleared themselves.
On the far left, about eight or nine individuals, their expressions grim—they had committed the most egregious acts.
In the center stood a small group of five, led by Luzurus, who hadn’t committed any serious offenses.
"Well, it’s settled, then," Morin remarked, glancing at the three groups.
He tapped the railing with the butt of his gun.
"Those in the center, step forward."
The charitable elites hesitated momentarily, unsure if they should move.
Luzurus, however, took a deep breath and strode forward without fear.
Seeing him lead, the others followed suit, their apprehension fading.
"Head to the room behind me and wait," Morin said without looking at them.
The group exchanged glances but silently complied, feeling relieved.
If Morin intended to kill them, there would be no need for such theatrics.
Luzurus hesitated, wanting to speak, but Morin’s disinterest silenced him. He adjusted the buns on his head and entered the room with the others.
Creak.
The door shut, sealing them away.
"Alright, you scum," Morin leaned against the railing, gesturing downward. "It’s time for the second round of the game."
"This round is optional. You can choose to participate or not."
"Not interested!"
Someone from the right group immediately shouted.
They had narrowly avoided danger and didn’t want to invite more trouble.
"Too bad," Morin said coldly, ignoring them and turning to the left group.
"The choice is yours. Will you play?"
"Why wouldn’t we?!"
The condemned individuals gritted their teeth, their eyes bloodshot.
"We’ve already lost everything—what else is there to fear?!"
Morin smirked. "Good."
With a wave of his hand, a pile of weapons—knives, spears, and swords—descended from the air.
"You’re vile criminals, but the people who reported you aren’t saints either," Morin said calmly.
"Don’t you want to do something about that?"
His words caused visible shifts in the onlookers’ expressions.
"In my hometown, even death row inmates get a last meal before their execution. Let me give you the same courtesy."
