I Became the World’s Strongest Without Fighting~ All the Beautiful, Cheat-Class Girls Are Courting Me Because of My [Love] Skill~ - Chapter 44 - Serial Killer

Chapter 44 – Serial Killer

“Being strong is so wonderful.”

At a deserted passageway off the central street of the Britain Human Empire. Inside the warehouse there, in a dark space separated from the outside by a shutter, a woman muttered.

“In this world, there are various forms of strength. Physical, mental—whether it’s the strength of a sword or the strength of magic. The stronger you are, the more advantages you have in this world.”

To describe the woman in a word, she was peculiar.

Slightly curly hair tied into twin tails. Her hair color is distinctive, the left half is white and the right half is black. Her left side is tied with a black ribbon, and her right side is tied with a white ribbon.

The twin tails, combined with the waves, appeared messy. Her expression lacked movement in her eyebrows, eyes, and mouth, almost emotionless. Her inorganic red eyes flickered.

“There are regulations for strength. Strong individuals tend to infringe on the weak unilaterally, so regulations are imposed to maintain order. We call that law.”

The women’s clothing is generally known as Gothic Lolita.

There was a black and white ribbon attached to her neck, and she wore a black dress that reached her knees over a loosely shaped white shirt. Her main colors are white and black, with frills on her chest, the hem of her arms, and the hem of her dress.

“I think the law is wonderful. Thanks to it, we are guaranteed safety and security, and we can trust going out and relying on others.”

However, the woman’s clothes were unnaturally painted red.

“But have you ever thought about this?”

The woman has a knife in her hand. The knife is stained with red liquid, but it doesn’t drip.

“There is a strong person in front of you, and you are the weak one. When the strong person tries to violate you, will the law really protect you?”

The sound of walking on a puddle echoed in the warehouse.

The woman squatted down and tried to make eye contact with the man sitting in the chair.

“There is good and evil in the world, right? They are absolutely irreconcilable opposites. You see, strong people can always uphold their own sense of good.”

The man sitting in the chair did not move in the slightest.

The man was looking down. His arms were tied to the armrests and his feet were tied to the legs of the chair with ropes, making him unable to move.

“So, does that mean weak people are evil? No, that’s not it. Even if strong people are good, it doesn’t make weak people inherently evil.”

The woman touched the man’s cold body.

“Isn’t it strange? Isn’t it incomprehensible? Both are opposites, strong is good, but weak is not evil! Why? You’re curious, aren’t you? Shall I tell you why it’s not evil?”

The man has already taken his last breath. His abdomen was stained dark red with deep puncture wounds and blood. The dark red liquid had formed a puddle on the ground.

“Weakness is nothing. It can’t even become evil.”

The gazes of the woman and the man never met. However, the woman smiled as she looked into the man’s eyes.

The woman then raised the knife.

“I was weak, so you violated me. But now I am stronger. That’s why you’re the one being violated by me.”

The knife swung down and pierced the man’s vital points precisely.

“——It’s ironic, isn’t it, stepbrother?”

It was the serial killer who terrorized the Britain Human Empire. The fourteenth victim was found at noon the next day.