Nexus Awakened (An Isekai LitRPG Gender Bender Story) 239. The Necessity of Violence

239. The Necessity of Violence

Where Frost was an Angel in the eyes of those with good hearts, she was a Demon in those that lived nefariously. Morality in her mind was a set of universal principles that acted as the basis of civilization and the fundantals of what made soone ‘good’. Or at least the concept of being civil.

Such a thing seed like a pipe dream in Elysia, where powers reigned supre, and where human morality was but one aspect of the greater whole. How did Kingdoms and Empires of foreign lands survive if Adventurers could wreak havoc upon them? Were they as ruthless as the Syndicates rife in the City of Spades? Did they treat their citizens like livestock, just like the Impuritas? Did they control people through fear, like Scarlet Logic?

Or were they like the Kingdom of Puritas, ruled by the most violent?

Jury returned with Ignis, and to her surprise, Cara and her Dawn Collection Team followed. Seeing them again was surreal, but expected considering this was their turf. What interested her were the Peace Flock who were smuggled aboard and driven away from the staging grounds that required a pair of lovers.

Now that Frost realized it, the Captain and the Vice Captain were a soon-to-be married couple. It made them pri candidates to fulfil the needs of the Masterpiece. After so consultation, the Archivist offered so good news.

“They were the intended catalyst. The Archivist is closely watching the Expositionist and they’re at a loss. Nothing has gone their way so far, but I would be wary regardless.”

And this is all thanks to the Archivist?

“Yes. By intercepting their present, she is altering the future. Although, this is more in line with the Fate chanism rather than the books themselves.”

So we’re basically fighting against their set of predictions. And she’s just giving us the heads up?

“I am not sure myself. Act X has the answers for certain.”

The Director more like it. He’s been pretty helpful so far pulling all kinds of strings for us… now for them.

Frost had each and every one of the false healers, the Red Giant, and the mantis Blood Moon lined up like death row prisoners awaiting execution. They were ensnared by her steel threads, mummified to prevent them from daring to move. The Red Giant and Blood Moon were still capable of fleeing, but Frost made them painfully aware that they no longer had the reigns over their life.

Behind them was an Unlying Tablet that periodically healed them with Grand Healing V, making death an impossibility. She never blinked, and the dirt and blood she had accumulated over the last two days instilled terror into the false healers, who gazed into the eyes of the only healer capable of violence.