Orc Tyrant

Most people work in factories that emit sun-shielding smoke.

He wanders on the edge of a society that never fears retribution and has no sense of justice. These people have no need or willingness from the bottom, to obey simple power is something other than justice.

And those rulers are hundreds of gang leaders and capitalists scattered on the streets.

This can no longer be called a human, but an animal, a beast in a den.

But he observes these people and learns from them that instinct drives them.

Instinct can be controlled, predators can be tamed, and prey can be kept in captivity.

The man understands that he must make himself known to the world tonight, and the option in his hand tells him so.

The thousands of people gathered below in this dirty sanctuary will see him for the first time. This is a kind of necessary tolerance and nothing more.

He had learned from these people, and now it is him who teaches them.

He creeps close, close, ready to jump off the ceiling.

He let go of his hand and tossed in the air, his coat unfolding like the wings of a bat.

The exclamation of the crowd overwhelmed the sound of him when he landed. Their leader, their owner, wore gorgeous clothes soaked in the smell of gun oil and the blood of innocent people, and was incontinent in trembling.

The man lifted the bishop from his throne and threw it to the ground.

"black Knight……"

When someone spoke, this was the only word that appeared in the dumbfounded crowd.

Suddenly, everyone started talking, whispering, and yelling these words. Some people ran away, some were motionless, and some reached out for their weapons.

He saw the truth at this moment, the truth he felt but did not want to face. These people hate him like their master. He is their dream cater and their master. He owns them and no one can escape. Over his sanctions.

The man walked away from their straight eyes, unable to stop his laughter.

He finally understood that the key to changing the status quo is to let the sheep know that the sins they harbor will incur punishment. They must see the justice carried out with their own eyes, and only then will they learn the lesson.

Fear is a weapon, purer than anything. Fear will make them obey, because they have long proven that they can't adhere to even the most basic ideas.

Men know all this through observation and learning, and understand how the world works through intuition.

Although he has received the highest level of education in the civilized world, he still doesn't care about the concepts explained by civilization and culture. The fall of these people shocked him. They fought against each other with violence, and at the same time became domesticated animals unconsciously.

A divided ethnic group will never rise, thrive and grow. They even lack the unity of hating common enemies. Even this kind of thing that requires a certain degree of coordination and integration is beyond their ability. Their lives are selfish. Dominated by the desire to abuse and kill each other.

His response to this was to grab a man by the throat, and tonight, like so many nights, was a time for sinners to pay the price.

"please……"

The man whispered. It was an elderly man. This only made the situation worse. He could not imagine how many nights this man would plunder the blood, wealth and lives of the people in the city. He was a symbol of sin. , His punishment is at his feet.

"please……"

He said it again.

"please……"

Pray, how many times has he heard these words when the judgment comes? Do they really think he will listen to their plea carefully?

"I will give you whatever you want."

The old man continued:

"Any, everything you want."

The man's low growl was a heavy, rolling sound from behind his throat. He hated praying because he couldn't understand it.

They knew that they were guilty, and justice came for them. They deserved it. Their evil deeds made this a necessary method, so why pray? Why do you want to escape from the bitter fruit that they have contributed to? If you know that the cost is so high, why commit a crime?

He growled again at the man who kept begging.

"You asked for this."

The man replied, his voice very soft.

"Don't pray, don't resent, this is the end of the crooked road you are on."

"please……"

The man shivered reflexively, begging, this is the word again, this is the first word he has heard from countless cowards but will never learn.

But what he was concerned about was not the other party's language, but the layers of wrinkles on the other party's face.

That means years, and...weakness.

In the end, the man just hung him on the spikes of the clock tower and drew 309 horizontal bars on his naked body, each of which represented the female workers who died in the fire in the spinning mill.

The long night passed without the smell of blood. People now stay in their homes or residences and rarely take to the streets once the factory is closed.

The streets of the city no longer reverberated with gunshots and the screams of the wounded, abusers, and dying.

However, the man still watched his city and his people. The crime was suppressed and the crime was hidden, but the city still did not get rid of the influence of its own corruption. Their fears all came from him, and it was the only thing he got. .

Fear brings obedience, and fear makes them stand up from their sick animal instincts and begin to live like humans.

The reward for him continues, but only a few of the powerful are still complaining in public, thugs and hired gunmen are no longer willing to hunt him, and the narrow-minded men and women who want him to die, cowardly men and women, Never dare to take to the streets to challenge him.

Only one female reporter always claimed that what he brought was only "grave-like peace." She called him a "tyrant" in the newspaper. All she did was to achieve her illusory desire to rule and she sacrificed for this purpose. With all the freedom and choice, she criticized him in the newspaper more than once for "let the city live in fear, and everyone is forced to bear the standards he imposed."

Maybe it is, maybe not, but a man always believes that the process is not so important to the purpose itself. As long as his bottom line is still there, he doesn't need to explain anything.

But this is only for humans, as for those non-human monsters, he has never had the slightest compassion.

For example, those cultists who feed their souls with Hanan, such as...the green-skinned Ok.

Now he started hunting again, no longer law enforcement, but real hunting.

He wants to exercise his justice, and anyone who dares to invade the realm he guards, no matter what it is or where it comes from, has to pay a price.

This is his vow, Bruce Wayne, in the dark.