"Matsui Iwane, the mastermind of the Nanjing Massacre, was born in Nagoya, Fusang on July 27, 1878. He graduated from the Fusang Army War College and served as the commander of the Fusang Expeditionary Army in Modu..."
Within the Soul Prison Tower, the executioner holding a small knife did not resemble Kakashi, unlike the previous torment of the evil spirit commander. This was because Yu Zhibo considered that Kakashi might appear in the Ninja Legion in the future, and being too conspicuous would not be good.
The executioner at this moment was a manifestation of one of his clones, identical in appearance, but with a completely different aura. His fine bangs framed his star-like eyes, making them appear incredibly deep. Despite his smiling demeanor, he exuded a chilling and ruthless aura, like a darkened version of himself.
After reading Matsui Iwane's profile, Yu Zhibo looked at Matsui Iwane's face, his smile slowly fading. "The world only knows you as the mastermind of the Nanjing Massacre, but they don't know how many people you killed and how many thousand-man beheading competitions you held while invading Longguo, slaughtering the people of Longguo like livestock..."
As Yu Zhibo's words fell, the light screen in the first level of the Soul Prison Tower began to display scenes of horrific atrocities. Emaciated old citizens of Longguo, Fusang soldiers with ferocious and maniacal smiles, accompanied by despairing cries and screams, with blood as the backdrop, pierced the hearts of all viewers.
And as these scenes were released, Matsui Iwane, whose soul had been preserved in the image of a young officer due to the worship of the Toilet Society, began to age. His appearance reverted to what it was before his execution.
In front of their phone screens, the citizens watching the live broadcast had their chests heaving due to the intense emotional fluctuations. Many even had tears streaming down their faces.
Unlike watching a movie, these hellish scenes on the light screen had actually happened!
And the culprit behind all of this was the person bound by four chains in mid-air within the Soul Prison Tower.
Thus, almost spontaneously...
"Flay him! Flay him!"
The consciousnesses of six hundred million onlookers roared in anger. Although no sound could be heard, the unity of the masses caused a terrifying gale to sweep through the Soul Prison Tower, piercing every cell of Matsui Iwane as it touched him, scraping against his bones like steel blades.
Matsui Iwane collapsed.
His so-called military will crumbled instantly under the hateful will of six hundred million people. He opened his mouth and let out a piercing scream, his emaciated body, bound by chains in mid-air, writhing like a maggot.
"Emotion Points +2.37489 billion!"
As the public's emotions fermented, a massive influx of emotion points surged in. In less than a minute, it had already surpassed the 2 billion mark, demonstrating the extent of the viewers' indignation.
But Yu Zhibo no longer paid attention to the growth of emotion points. His purpose in holding this trial was simply to take revenge on these war criminals.
Under his control, in the Soul Prison Tower within his left eye's soul space, the dark-clothed mental clone walked step by step towards Matsui Iwane. His black leather boots landed on the stone steps, echoing in the empty tower level.
As he walked, his slender fingers moved nimbly, the paper-thin knife between them dancing and shifting on his hand as if it had a life of its own.
*Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!*
The crisp footsteps were like heavy hammers striking Matsui Iwane's heart.
Matsui Iwane looked at him with fear, his face showing a pleading expression.
His aged face and emaciated body, his features contorted, making him look exceptionally pitiful.
Seeing his pitiful appearance as an old man, Yu Zhibo's dark mental clone remained unmoved. Instead, he smiled and said,
"Back at the International Military Tribunal for the Far East, you said the Longsang War (Longguo vs. Fusang) was like a family quarrel. You invaded Longguo because the elder brother loved the younger brother too much, so he hit the disobedient younger brother."
"My Longguo was unified thousands of years ago. At that time, you were still living like primitive people, drinking blood and eating raw meat. Even your culture was mostly derived from my Longguo. Elder brother? Does your Fusang deserve it?"
Towards the end, Yu Zhibo's face showed a deep mockery, and he finally shook his head with a hint of regret, "Unfortunately, your Fusang did not survive the Sea Beast Tide. A small country is still a small country..."
Waving his hand with some disinterest, a ball of high-intensity red chili saltwater materialized out of thin air, enveloping Matsui Iwane. Simultaneously, the four chains binding Matsui Iwane infused him with a surge of vitality.
This was to ensure that Matsui Iwane's pain was maximized and he remained conscious during the subsequent dismemberment.
At the same time, to protect his soul from collapsing during the ensuing torment, Yu Zhibo, as the owner of the Soul Prison Tower, used his authority to firmly protect a sliver of his true spirit.
With everything prepared, Yu Zhibo's right hand, which had been flipping the small knife, stopped. He held the knife firmly and then snapped his fingers.
"Snap!"
As the sound fell, the loincloth on Matsui Iwane's body instantly vanished, revealing his bony physique and his shriveled, fear-stricken genitals.
"I originally didn't plan to let the audience see this inappropriate scene, but considering your genitals are so small, almost like a child's, it doesn't matter!"
Yu Zhibo said as he swung his knife down, and in an instant, less than an inch of flesh fell to the ground.
Blood gushed out, and the wound was immediately eroded by the chili saltwater covering its surface. A pain that reached the soul instantly swept through his entire body, causing Matsui Iwane to let out a heart-wrenching scream. But his voice quickly became hoarse, his vocal cords having been torn from screaming.
Matsui Iwane could only let out harsh gasping sounds as his entire body began to struggle violently. The areas where his limbs were bound by chains were quickly stripped of flesh and then covered by the chili saltwater.
The chili was spiritual chili, and the saltwater was spiritual saltwater (I don't know how spiritual saltwater came to be, adding "spiritual" is just to make it sound more high-end). The combined pain was far more terrifying than ordinary chili saltwater.
"Spectacular, spectacular!"
On the coastal defense line of Ningcheng, Tong Che, who was dedicating a wisp of his consciousness to the Soul Prison Tower to watch the live broadcast, couldn't help but clap and laugh, a look of glee on his face. He then quickly searched the app store for spiritual chili and spiritual salt, ordering several tons directly.
"With these two items, my strength can advance another level!" Tong Che thought to himself.
Unlike ordinary people, once transcendent beings reached C-class, due to their strong mental power, watching such illusionary live broadcasts only required dividing their attention, and they would not be significantly affected. Thus, he could shop while watching the live broadcast.
In the Soul Prison Tower...
Yu Zhibo cut off Matsui Iwane's flesh piece by piece. After cutting off dozens of pieces, he felt the knife was too sharp and did not inflict the dull pain he desired, so he quickly changed the blade into a serrated shape.
As expected, when he struck again after the modification, Matsui Iwane's expression became more vivid.
At the same time, more and more viewers continued to pour in. Some initially felt Yu Zhibo was too cruel, but upon learning that the person being dismembered was the main perpetrator of the Nanjing Massacre, their opinions changed, and they began to exclaim with enjoyment.
Thus, under the gaze of countless witnesses, Yu Zhibo "sawed" Matsui Iwane's flesh into 3,600 pieces of碎肉 (suì ròu - minced meat/fragmented flesh). In the end, only the bone structure, mixed with streaks of blood, remained.
From beginning to end, Matsui Iwane remained fully conscious, the four chains continuously injecting vitality into him.
Then, the dark-clothed Yu Zhibo used his thumb and index finger to crush Matsui Iwane's bones inch by inch. Satisfied, he conjured a handkerchief out of thin air and gently wiped his hands with an elegant and refined gesture.
"Next, we'll begin the 731 process. Everyone, let's take a short break. Those who can continue watching, do so. Those who can't, please exit the live stream!"
Considering that most of the viewers were ordinary people, Yu Zhibo chose to have a mid-show break, allowing all the observing consciousnesses to return.
Immediately, countless subtitles began to scroll densely across the bullet screen.
"Holy crap, the streamer is so cruel, I love it~"
"As expected, when it comes to hot-blooded youth, no one can compare to Yu Zhibo!"
"It's strange, I usually get scared and disgusted when I see my parents kill chickens, but seeing Matsui Iwane being dismembered, I feel no discomfort at all!"
"Thinking about the crimes Matsui Iwane committed, the nightmare scenes of the past have become a visual feast. I'm looking forward to the next performance."
"The 731 process, it's not what I'm thinking, is it? If it is... then that's too... exciting! When I was in elementary school and watched movies about 731, I almost smashed the projector!"
"..."
"The will of the people creates the National Destiny Golden Dragon, and the National Destiny Golden Dragon, in turn, protects the will of the people!"
In the villa, Wang Shouyi's profound double pupils pierced through the void, looking at the golden light shining down on the National Destiny Shield, strengthening the will of the people of Longguo within the shield.
This... was the fundamental reason why people could watch the dismemberment live stream without feeling discomfort.
"The stronger the will of the people, the higher the intensity of the shield. Destiny... is the true sustainable energy source!"
Wang Shouyi smiled as he watched the shield become even more solid...
Everything was developing in a good direction. Then, in a year, he might be able to break free from Longguo and do what he truly wanted to do.
"Nation, nation... Since the nation has no affairs, I should also go find my family..."
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I will thank you for your gifts in the next chapter. I only slept for four hours yesterday and I'm exhausted. I have to drive back to attend an event later, so I'm signing off. Thank you all for your support!