Yu picked up a vase from the corner, walked back to Malty, crouched down, grabbed her hair, and lifted her upper body off the pile of corpses.
He stuffed her into the vase like packing luggage.
A perfect fit, as if tailor-made for the bottle.
"Come on, let your citizens properly admire your elegance."
Yu threw the vase out of the hole.
The celadon vase traced a parabola through the air and landed precisely on the stone floor in the center of the square.
Malty's head emerged from the bottle's mouth, her wine-red long hair hanging loose, her face indistinguishable between blood and tears.
Her lips were still moving, but she could no longer make any sound.
The crowd in the square retreated a great distance.
The human head in the vase still moved its eyeballs. Those eyes, once full of calculation and arrogance, now held only terror and emptiness.
Makoto still sat on the throne in the rear, looking past the hole at the human head in the square, and asked Yu with a smile: "Did you learn this from the Records of the Grand Historian?"
Yu responded with a smile as well: "Yes, it's from the Annals of Empress Dowager Lu in the Records of the Grand Historian."
After following Makoto, Yu had continuously studied the knowledge of Makoto's homeland, China. Naturally, history was also one of his subjects of study.
The more he read, the more Yu felt its deep and extensive nature.
Especially after seeing how Empress Dowager Lu dealt with Consort Qi, Yu said he had learned a lot. So this was something you could do?
Yu thought at the time, 'Isn't this much more interesting than just killing her directly?'
Makoto smiled and gave Yu a thumbs up.
Beam was grinding his teeth with frustration, thinking he should have read more books.
"Next."
Yu picked up another vase from the corner.
Beam felt he couldn't fall behind.
Before the Four Gay Bros could react, he grabbed Aultcray by the neck.
The old king's body was lifted off the ground, his feet dangling.
Beam grabbed Aultcray's left arm with one hand and his right arm with the other.
With two "crack" sounds, the two withered arms were torn from the shoulder joints, falling to the ground with tattered sleeves and bits of flesh.
Before Aultcray could even scream, Beam crouched down, grabbed his legs, and with one pull on each side, both legs were also torn off.
Beam stuffed Aultcray, now reduced to a torso and head, into another vase.
The two vases stood side by side.
Beam bared his teeth and threatened the dense crowd in the square: "Anyone who dares to save them will end up just like them."
"Hmm?"
As soon as Beam finished speaking, he suddenly noticed that the faces of the two human heads were rapidly turning ashen.
Their lips were purple. Probably bad hearts.
"Commander, they're about to die!" Beam quickly turned his head to report to Makoto.
Makoto glanced at them, not surprised.
Not to mention the blood loss, the mere pain of having limbs severed was more than ordinary people could bear.
"It's a pity Moeha and Tsunade and the others aren't here." Makoto lamented.
His wives either hadn't been selected by this Reincarnation Game, or had simply been teleported elsewhere to be tormented for a few days.
Moeha's Heal-Heal Fruit ability, even if it couldn't cure them completely, could at least allow this father and daughter to be tormented a few more times.
Yu quickly shouted: "Is there a healing mage? Come out and heal them immediately, otherwise—"
He raised his hand and fired a shot into the sky. A concentrated energy bullet shot straight up, hitting the already crumbling barrier.
It exploded in mid-air, and the entire barrier shattered from the center outward, dissipating into countless specks of light across the sky.
The square fell into dead silence.
Yu raised his other arm, which had transformed into a sniper rifle, and aimed it at the distant city wall.
Bang...
With another shot,
The city wall was blasted to pieces, with fragments of bricks and stones splashing into the moat outside the city, sending up splashes several meters high.
"D-don't kill us..." A brown-haired youth walked out of the crowd.
He looked quite young, estimated to be just about high school age.
His appearance was quite handsome, with regular features, fair skin, and a tear mole under his left eye.
He wore a light gray mage's robe, held a staff in his hand, his fingers trembling slightly on the staff's body.
"I-I am a mage... I'll heal them..."
The youth's steps were unsteady as he walked to the two vases. He took a deep breath and raised his staff.
"Heal."
A soft light glowed from the staff's head. Blue-white specks of light, like fireflies, floated out of the magic crystal and landed on Malty and Aultcray.
The bleeding from the severed limbs began to slow.
Aultcray's face changed from deathly gray to a ghastly pale. He barely managed to open his eyes.
Makoto sat on the throne, looking down at the youth.
"Kid, what's your name?"
The youth's hands trembled even more violently. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down several times before he finally squeezed out a few words.
"Ru... Rudeus Greyrat."
Makoto blinked. A few seconds later, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Yu and the others showed curious expressions.
"Why does the Commander laugh?"
Makoto pointed at Rudeus, laughing so hard his shoulders shook.
"That kid is something else. Just like Kazuma, he also transmigrated from the real world. Probably not from the same Japan, though. Probably a Isekai World."
"H-he transmigrated too?"
Kazuma looked at Rudeus in disbelief.
'Weren't there a bit too many people reincarnating into another world lately?'
"Commander, do you know him?" Ace asked curiously.
"I know him, but he doesn't know me."
Makoto's smile grew even brighter. "This guy is a real talent. He took upskirt photos of his elementary school-aged niece taking a bath. After he was caught, his parents were hit and killed by a car. And on the day of their funeral, while waiting in line, he was still masturbating."
The air in the great hall went quiet again.
Makoto's subordinates were dumbfounded.
The tens of thousands of citizens in the square also all looked as if someone had grabbed them by the throat.
"Br-brother, that's incredible..."
Kazuma looked at Rudeus's face, which was many times more handsome than his own, his feelings a mixture of emotions.
He admitted he had also masturbated quite a bit.
On the night he first transmigrated, he had also taken care of himself under the covers.
'But taking upskirt photos of his elementary school-aged niece? Masturbating at his parents' funeral? Even I, a pervert, think that's perverted.'
"A talent." Yu was silent for a long time before finally squeezing out these two words from between his teeth.
He really couldn't find any other words to describe such a specimen.
The color drained from Rudeus's face.
He looked at the looks of disgust, aversion, contempt, and disbelief being cast at him from all around, each one like a knife stabbing into his body.
He was especially concerned about the gaze of the red-haired girl in the crowd... Eris Boreas Greyrat.
His companion, the person he had a crush on. She was staring directly at him, her beautiful eyes filled with terror and disgust, as if seeing him for the first time.
"I did not! You're slandering me! You're slandering me! You're slandering me!" Rudeus broke down, his voice becoming sharp and distorted.
Makoto didn't care about his refutation at all. Still smiling, he continued his soul-searching interrogation: "Don't be so agitated. I'm not deliberately trying to expose your past. It's just that your past experiences are so legendary, I'm a bit curious."
Rudeus's face alternated between green and pale.
"So you seem to be doing quite well in this world. You have several wives, right? I heard your sister later fell in love with your son and eloped with him? Could that be because of your influence? After all, you fantasized about your mom while suckling her milk, and you had lewd thoughts about your own sister..."
As soon as he said this, the whole place exploded again.
"What the hell is this thunderous family?!"
Beam expressed that he wondered if all humans were like this. He suddenly felt that they, the Devils, were a bit too pure.
Ace slapped his own forehead. He had thought his own family situation was already explosive enough. He never expected there was an even greater master.
And the red-haired girl in the crowd, Eris Boreas Greyrat, her gaze had shifted from disgust to ice-cold.
"I did not!"
Rudeus noticed that look, and his voice rose again. "I cannot make the same mistakes as my past life!"
The moment the words left his mouth, he knew he had messed up.
Wasn't this basically exposing himself?
The already disgusted looks around him now completely changed in nature.
A string snapped in Rudeus's mind. Forgetting how terrifying the people in the palace hall were, he raised his staff. The staff's head emitted a blinding red light.
That wasn't the color of healing magic. It was attack magic!
The strongest attack magic he currently possessed!
"Flame Meteor!"
Magic power poured out of his body, condensing into dozens of flame-covered rocks above the hall, which crashed down toward the throne with long trailing flames.
Makoto raised an eyebrow.
"This counts as a meteor?"
He looked up. The Eternal Mangekyo in his eyes spun wildly in their sockets.
Deep blue Chakra poured out of his body, condensing around him into a huge skeletal frame.
Unlike any previous form,
This Susanoo had two heads and four arms, but it was also somewhat different from the Uchiha version. It was in the shape of a Chainsaw Man.
From the skin of all four arms, roaring chainsaws burst forth.
Makoto and Susanoo formed hand seals simultaneously.
Rudeus's Flame Meteor was pulled to the ground by an invisible gravity halfway through its flight.
Then, everyone felt a strange roar coming from above their heads.
Looking up, everyone's pupils contracted sharply.
A meteor!
The surface of the black-gray rock body burned with crimson flames, trailing a long tail that blotted out half the sky, falling from above the clouds.
Even larger than Madara's Tengai Shinsei!