Chapter 727: The Siege of Red Moon Elementary

As soon as Lu Xin finished speaking, the dark mass of enforcers had already surrounded the elementary school.

They all seemed to know exactly what had just occurred inside the school and were aware of how many companions had just fallen within its walls. Yet not a trace of fear or retreat marred their faces; each expression was one of pride and confidence, much like when Lu Xin first encountered Number Eight and felt he was right—utterly fearless.

Without hesitation, Lu Xin leapt from the third-floor teaching building.

Thud…

Without Sister’s help, his jump weighed him down – he crashed to one knee.

Nearby, Father couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

After crouching for a moment, Lu Xin slowly rose and limped toward the school’s main entrance.

Facing the swarm of people outside the school, he calmly declared:

“Hello…”

“As the temporary teacher of this school and the owner of this building, I forbid you from entering.”

“Consider this your formal warning.”

“If you force your way in and intend any harm to those inside, I will kill you…”

“…And nothing will save you!”

“…”

The sound of scissors snapping…

Even amid this standoff, the atmosphere abruptly fell silent.

The enforcers hadn’t anticipated that Lu Xin’s final warning would be…

“…so measured.”

Yet, after a brief hesitation, they surged forward in unison.

“Judgment is inevitable…”

Their movements were impeccably synchronized, and their mental power sent ripples through the air as they advanced on the school.

Not all chose the main entrance.

Centering around Teacher Xiao Lu, they seemed capable of reaching her by any means.

Whether through reality or via mirrors, windows, and even within dreams and illusions surrounding Teacher Xiao Lu.

If one were to describe it, it would be a ‘logic chain.’

Pollution had already taken hold, enabling them to approach her in ways that defied understanding.

Yet as they neared Teacher Xiao Lu from every direction, the first to act was Mom.

With a smile, she stood on the rooftop, watching as enforcers swarmed toward Teacher Xiao Lu from every corner—some appearing in reflections, at staircase turns, beside the high wall of the school, and even within one of her own illusions.

She had embedded herself in Teacher Xiao Lu’s logic chain, blocking all the enforcers.

The snapping of scissors echoed through Red Moon Elementary School, weaving into an oddly pleasant melody.

One enforcer after another vanished, heightening the group’s sense of danger.

Every exit was blocked.

Only the school’s main gate remained as an entry to those under judgment.

Meanwhile, Lu Xin stood guard at the inner section of Red Moon Elementary School’s entrance.

He watched impassively as an endless stream of enforcers poured in, his eyes trembling with shifting black particles.

As the school’s substitute teacher and the owner of this villa, he believed he had every right to stop them.

If they forced their entry, his self-defense was unquestionably justified.

So when he stood motionless watching the enforcers reach the school’s door and cross that line,

he suddenly looked up; his left hand, now cloaked in black particles, had turned completely black.

“Hiss…”

Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed the first enforcer who stepped into Red Moon Elementary School.

The enforcer jerked his head up, seemingly mounting a resistance.

But Lu Xin ignored him. The moment his black-coated left hand made contact, it pierced through the enforcer’s body; then, without pause, it grabbed a second enforcer, pierced him, then a third, and a fourth—until four were strung along his arm.

In an instant, their bodies convulsed violently before collapsing into a chaotic mass of mental energy.

Then, his right hand suddenly turned pale. With a nail embedded in its palm, it reached out and burst through one enforcer’s chest; but when the hand retracted, it was empty—nothing remained.

These people were utterly heartless.

“Hahaha…”

Lu Xin suddenly found the absurdity of it all amusing.

A band of heartless judges—it was almost laughable.

Amidst his laughter, he saw more enforcers cramming into the school, their heads densely packed.

He then quickly glanced at Father before turning his eyes back to the incoming enforcers.

Father, ever perceptive, had already appeared behind Lu Xin in an instant.

Suddenly, sheets of black shadows lifted like a vast, fluttering cloak that swirled around Lu Xin, spreading rapidly like a heavy night across the mass of enforcers in black.

It was as if boiling water had been poured over freshly fallen snow.

Countless enforcers in black were instantly twisted and absorbed by the shadow, disappearing into nothingness.

The once-dense crowd dwindled dramatically, leaving only a few scattered individuals—real men among legions of enforcers, not mere distorted mental entities.

They somehow managed to withstand Father’s power, as if fear were absent from their hearts.

Lu Xin sneered as black particles surged within the shadow, crushing them violently.

One by one, those who had resisted the black shadow began to vanish rapidly.

The black particles corroded their bodies with horrifying speed.

At that moment, Lu Xin stood at the school gate, watching as each figure melted away within the shadows.

A cold smile spread across his face.

“…”

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“Devil…”

“The devil who treats human life as a game…”

Staring at the barrier before the school and the enforcers dissolving around him, he murmured softly,

“You too must be judged!”

In unison, voices arose from the crowd, shouting at Lu Xin in perfect sync.

Simultaneously, they pressed forward, converging densely around Red Moon Elementary School.

It was as if some mysterious force controlled them—their forms interweaving and gathering, each dressed in identical black suits and carrying silver suitcases, yet segmented into distinct groups.

Like different chess pieces positioned on a board.

One group, on Lu Xin’s left, uniformly pointed their fingers directly at him near the school gate.

“…”

“Buzz…”

In that moment, Lu Xin’s vision faltered; the scene dimmed for an instant before flaring back into brightness.

His vision became fragmented, revealing only a series of outstretched fingers.

Those fingers, imbued with a strange force, churned in his mind, making him feel as though the world were spinning.

When his sight cleared, double images of the enforcers—each face both familiar and foreign—remained before him.

What had once filled him with an indescribable disgust and the urge to eliminate them was now strangely replaced by an overwhelming sense of familiarity.

He found himself losing all hostility towards them.

Though he had long despised these enforcers, now each one appeared oddly friendly.

He felt compelled, at first glance, to believe they were inherently good.

He was convinced they would neither commit evil nor harm him or his loved ones.

This realization slowed the merciless actions he had begun.

How could he possibly kill good people?

“…”

“Why did you stop?”

Father’s roar snapped Lu Xin back to his senses.

Had he been influenced by someone else?

He quickly analyzed the situation, knowing that perception is the first doorway to reality.

Years of subconscious experience had sharpened his judgment of people.

Yet moments ago, his perception had betrayed him.

He had mistaken these enemies for friends, developing an inexplicable fondness for them.

What kind of power was this?

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The invasion of judgmental power on perception—Photography Class.

By influencing what others see, it forces them to notice only what is intended while ignoring the rest.

It tweaks basic perceptions, creating subtle biases.

The target believes they see the whole truth, yet their vision is already skewed.

It can suddenly make someone despise another or erase their hatred completely.

Another application is to pass by unnoticed.

Normally, Lu Xin could dilute this influence with his vast mental power, but the endless enforcers continuously misled him, amplifying the effect.

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Before Lu Xin could conclude his analysis, a completely different sensation flooded his heart.

In front of him, a second group slowly opened and closed their mouths in unison.

Though no sound emerged, countless voices filled his ears all at once.

“You’re wrong…”

“You’ve misunderstood…”

“Your way of thinking is flawed…”

“…”

The voices swarmed like insects burrowing into his ears, unsettling his mind.

Before his eyes, the figures blurred into obscurity.

All he could focus on were mouths ceaselessly opening and closing, like endless black voids.

That initial sense of fondness immediately triggered a strong emotional reaction; the seething anger to eradicate them vanished, replaced by an overwhelming, inexplicable joy.

Everything around him constantly assaulted his emotions—albeit subtly.

Lu Xin was now deeply affected by this emotional inversion, realizing his sentiments toward his adversaries had shifted.

Facing them, an intense happiness swelled within him—as if he were looking upon someone dear. Although he should have struck them down immediately, his hand hesitated as if they had all become harmless geckos.

It took him over a second before he finally acted.

In battle, even a moment’s hesitation can trigger enormous problems.

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The invasion of judgmental power on emotional influence—Editing Class.

This is another manifestation of judgmental power further contaminating an individual, distorting their emotions.

It can incite explosive rage or instantly shatter someone’s mood.

Its most formidable effect is to control emotions—making someone happy or angry at will.

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Under the dual influence of these forces, Lu Xin had descended into utter chaos.

Gritting his teeth, he suddenly looked up and witnessed a bizarre sight.

A third group of enforcers had materialized right before him.

They split into two groups—one near his left ear and one near his right.

Both groups raised their hands to their mouths, continuously feeding words into his ears.

In that instant, a flood of strange thoughts surged in his mind.

He felt deep revulsion at his own actions in eliminating these enforcers, and a powerful desire welled up—not to stop them but to join them and abide by their rules.

How had he ended up on the opposite side from them?

It was one of the most shameless things imaginable.

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Under the ultimate judgment, the third level of power emerged—Sowing Class.

It transforms one’s perspective into a seed, planting it in an enemy’s heart to sprout rapidly.

It instills in the polluted a desire and motive they never originally possessed.