Dragon Clan, First Word of Power: Gojo Satoru

Chapter 7 The Truth

Angers scratched his head awkwardly: "I didn't expect it to turn out like this either. The Executive Department's methods are more brutal than those of ordinary people."

The muscular man in black knew something was wrong as soon as he saw Angers open the door. He quickly withdrew his fist, which was as big as a sandbag, and awkwardly rubbed it. Then he gave the bald man a dangerous look.

"Why not use the power of words...?"

Angers rubbed his forehead. He had tried time and again to dispel Su An's belief that "everyone at Kassel College is a terrorist," but he had failed repeatedly...

No, we have to do something!

Angers stepped closer to the bald man. After analyzing the bald man's character profile, he instantly conceived a large number of rhetoric in his mind. He planned to use his rich rhetoric skills to launch a devastating attack on the bald man.

But the bald man didn't seem to even look at him. When Su An stepped into the interrogation room, he trembled with fear all over his body. Although his eyes were obscured by a hematoma, they were still wide open and staring intently at Su An.

"He seems afraid of me?"

Su An stared at the bald man with a puzzled look. He then noticed that for some reason, the part of the bald man's legs below the knees was empty, as if swallowed by darkness.

An unnatural look of hesitation appeared on everyone's face.

Both the muscular man in black and Angers looked hesitant, as if they wanted to say something but couldn't.

What exactly happened?

Moreover, Gojo Satoru, who had been observing him the whole time, also looked a little embarrassed. His complex expression was somewhere between having stolen the neighbor's child's toy and kept it for himself, playing with it for an entire afternoon.

What's going on with these people?

Su An moved closer to the bald man, who immediately trembled violently. If he hadn't been half-sitting but standing, the bald man would undoubtedly have collapsed to his knees. A pungent, foul stench filled Su An's nose, and he frowned as the bald man stared at him and screamed, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

That look of terror was something even a demon from hell couldn't pull off; it was as if the person opposite him wasn't a frail high school student in a hospital gown, but a malevolent spirit.

"What exactly is going on?"

Su An turned his gaze to Angers, where the old man showed a hesitant expression for the first time. He was usually a composed warrior and educator, but for some reason, he seemed unusually stammering at this moment, as if he was carefully hiding something to avoid upsetting Su An...

After struggling for a moment, Angers tentatively spoke:

"Su An, do you have any memories of what happened before you fell into a coma?"

Su An tried to recall. The original owner of this body had gone out to buy stationery and then encountered a group of madmen firing bullets. Many people fell in pools of blood, and he too was attacked by bullets, but for some reason, the bullets stopped right in front of him… and then…

Angers gestured to the muscular man in black beside him. After a moment's hesitation, the man took out a USB drive, inserted it into the projector's slot, and a short video was projected.

This time, the projector worked flawlessly—there were no bombs from the equipment department, and no glitches—but the content inside left Su An speechless: "Is that me in there?"

Ang Zhe nodded and said softly, "That was the surveillance footage before you lost consciousness. Although it was only three seconds long, the content of those three seconds will make those high-ranking mixed-race family leaders uneasy, even insane!"

Su An stared blankly at the monitor screen. His hair had inexplicably turned white, and his eyes shone with a brilliant blue. After deflecting the bullet, it was as if some powerful personality within Su An had awakened. He was cynical, arrogant, and disdainful of everyone. This aura seemed so familiar, almost like...

Gojo Satoru turned his head away. "This was a last resort to save you. At that time, I could only barely fill in."

In the surveillance footage, the white-haired Su An's blue eyes flickered. After raising his hand, he actually condensed a ball of blue light. The ball of light was as small as an egg, but the surrounding space was also distorted. This ball of light that distorted space was flicked by the white-haired Su An and flew out like a cannonball. Where it passed in a straight line, it plowed deep marks and pulled out spatial cracks.

Except for the bald man who was lucky enough to be driving and landing on the outskirts, all the other thugs were hit by the blue ball of light. They didn't even have time to scream before they easily lost any part of their limbs; they were torn apart by space.

Su An stared blankly at his hands. He had actually killed so many people?

Gojo Satoru gave a soft hum: "Back then, without using Ao, it would have been impossible to immediately incapacitate those villains. It was a last resort." He looked at Su An, seemingly offering comfort while also considering her feelings: "If it were you, what would you have done?"

Seeing Su An's gloomy and unreadable expression, Angers comforted him, "This isn't your fault... Don't feel guilty about killing someone..."

Su An did not answer; his next move surprised everyone.

He simply clenched his fist and slammed his arm down hard on the bald man's face, his expression filled with rage: "Why did you shoot at ordinary people? Who ordered you to do this?!"

With each word he uttered, he would slap the bald man's face hard.

Blood stained Su An's fist, yet he continued to swing faster and faster. He ignored the broken teeth of the bald man that flew out and stuck in his fist, shaking his fist and continuing to punch.

"Will you tell me or not...?"

"Bang!"

"I'm not as easy to talk to as that muscular guy in black..."

"Bang!"

"If you don't confess, I'll explain it to the King of Hell for you..."

"Bang!"

The relentless, raging punches were almost like a whirlwind, and the interrogation words couldn't even keep up with the speed of the falling fists. Eventually, they stopped interrogating altogether and just started hitting.

The muscular man in black silently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He said to Angers, "Principal, why do I feel that Su An is more like someone from the Executive Department than us?"

Angers looked at Su An, seemingly looking through the powerful fists into the distance, and laughed heartily amidst the bald man's miserable screams.

"It seems my concerns were unnecessary."

I thought this boy would feel guilty for killing so many people, so I prepared a whole bunch of talking points to gently guide him, hoping to prevent him from suffering a huge mental shock when his memories returned. But..."

"but?"

"But I was clearly overthinking it," Angers shook his head. "I underestimated this genius's resilience. When he realized he had killed many villains, he didn't fall into the mindset I feared. The boy was clearly remorseful, but not for killing; he was remorseful for having the ability but failing to save those innocent lives."

Su An's fists flew almost like the wind, raining down punches the size of sandbags, as the bald man howled, "I'll talk! I'll talk! I've confessed everything!"

Su An nodded. He felt a lightness in his body. The exhaustion from repeatedly using the power of words swept over his entire body like a tidal wave. His muscles gave up, and he collapsed to the ground, his body going limp.

"Su An, Su An! Is this a side effect of the Word of Power...?"

With his last ounce of consciousness, Su An murmured to Angers, "Keep investigating, don't stop..."

His consciousness finally gave way, and he fell into darkness.