When this Fate Correction Scholar appeared above the real Liant Town, the temperature of this small town began to rise rapidly.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp stinging sensation in his heart.
His "punishnt" had arrived.
There was one thing Samuel had actually guessed wrong.
The "cri" and "punishnt" rules of this city weren't just ant to restrain spirituality.
Just as killing requires paying with one's life, harming others would also incur the city's malice.
But it wasn't Samuel's fault for not feeling it due to poor perception.
First, he hadn't yet done anything that fit the common understanding of harming others.
Second, it was purely because the damage was too low to break through his defenses.
After scraping away for two days thinking he could deal so damage, Samuel just assud he hadn't slept well, had hormonal issues, and his heart was beating a bit faster.
Feeling the stinging sensation in his heart, the Scholar only continued raising his right hand, looking down from above, his eyes devoid of joy or sorrow.
Liant Town's temperature continued to rise, rising persistently, and the rate of increase grew faster and faster, faster and faster.
At first, people just thought the cold weather of late November had suddenly ward up.
Initially, the townsfolk only saw this as a good thing.
After all, in this era, there were neither air conditioners, nor could everyone afford enough cold-weather supplies.
But soon, as the temperature climbed higher and higher, people couldn't quite smile anymore.
The temperature kept climbing at a frightening pace.
As the temperature continued to rise, people began to feel like they couldn't catch their breath.
People were sweating more and more, the frozen filth in the gutters started to thaw, and sewage mixed with coal ash flowed wantonly everywhere, making the sll within the town increasingly unbearable.
And the source of all this abnormality hung clearly above the central municipal square of Liant Town.
Soon, more than one person noticed there was an extra "sun" in the sky.
People warned each other, and more and more people looked up toward the sky.
People lifted their heads one after another, gazing at the Scholar.
That "Fate Correction Scholar," clad in a dark hooded robe, wrapped by the gale, floated there, looking down at the real Liant Town below.
His "punishnt" began to gradually increase at this mont.
That torch burned silently.
Every ti the torch in his hand grew larger by a fraction, his spiritual energy beca more blocked by a fraction, and the pain in his heart grew a bit more intense.
But it didn't matter; he had already completed all his preparations.
Facing the anti-magic chanism, charging up in advance and stacking skill layers in advance was also a decent counterasure.
After all, in this era, there were neither air conditioners, nor could everyone afford enough cold-weather supplies.
He had prepared for half an hour inside the "Fake Liant Town," and he could release it imdiately upon coming out.
Pre-charging skills was a good practice.
As for the stinging sensation in his heart, that was even less of a concern.
After all, he was about to die anyway.
The Scholar looked down from above, and he saw a pair of eyes filled with laughter.
That was precisely the target of this trip.
Samuel was currently lying on the railing of a second-floor inn, looking at him through the corridor window.
This was the biggest variable of the future.
In the original future, there was simply no place for this person. But he had co uninvited, taking it upon himself to throw the future into complete disarray.
It was because of him that the originally clear, guidable, smoothly developing future had beco blurry, ambiguous, and constantly changing.
Every single one of his "sudden whims" could cause changes in the future, leading to countless families being destroyed and people dying.
The Scholar silently vowed in his heart that even if he couldn't kill him, he would do whatever he could.
Soon, their eyes t, and the Scholar noticed Samuel's mouth opening and closing, as if he was talking to soone.
Then, a person walked out from around the corner, appearing to be a newly promoted Law Seeker.
The Scholar closed his eyes, but the torch in his hand burned even more fiercely.
This torch would ignite many things.
From his life to his na.
He would die here, turning into a single spark.
Not just his current self; his soul would be scorched, his na would be incinerated.
Below the level of Law Contemplator, no one would be able to rember who he was, no one would be able to know what he had done.
His friends and family would all forget him, not even leaving a simple impression of his na.
The semi-transparent red gemstone he had taken out once before when first facing Irina appeared once again in his hand, right at the center of his raised right hand.
Crack.
A crisp sound rang out.
Fine cracks appeared on the surface of that red gemstone.
At this mont, this sun-like torch completely transford into a sun.
As this small sun-like torch appeared above the city, so of the exposed and relatively dry flammable items in the town were affected.
They were ignited one by one, then gradually setting the buildings on fire.
Then ca so sounds of explosions.
So things that would explode under high heat were detonated.
Flowers of fla blood across the town.
Those flas connected, turning into a sea of fire.
Imdiately, all kinds of sounds erupted below.
Curses, wails.
"Fire! It's on fire!"
"Help! My house!"
"Oh gods! What is that?!"
"Where's the Enforcent Team?! Where are the people from the Enforcent Team?!"
The narrow streets instantly beca cages of chaos, with shoving and trampling inevitably occurring.
Several mbers of the Enforcent Team appeared below the Scholar, raised their rifles, aid at him, and pulled the triggers.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bullets flew rapidly toward the Scholar's direction.
They shot accurately; almost every single one hit its target.
Now that the Scholar had caused such widespread panic and incurred quite a bit of "punishnt," the residents here and the Enforcent Team could deal him considerable "bonus" damage.
Just as Irina had guessed earlier, if he dared to do the sa things in the real Liant Town as before, the gap between them would be rapidly closed, and the Scholar would even gradually beco more fragile than her.
But those bullets failed to achieve their intended effect.
After the bullets approached a certain range around the Scholar, they would imdiately explode in front of him due to the excessive heat, unable to cause him too much damage.
The Scholar didn't look at the Enforcent Team, nor did he pay attention to the chaotic crowd below.
He continued to stare at Samuel.
Samuel was also looking at him.
They gazed at each other from afar, and Samuel even smiled and waved a greeting.
Samuel made a peace sign with one hand and winked.
Ciallo～(∠・ω
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