Chapter 110 24-Hour Teacher (13)
Bai Ye sat on the ground, with Bai Jin beside him; the father and daughter remained silent.
Bai Jin pretended to look at the floor, but secretly observed Bai Ye, thinking: "Oh no, Dad seems to sympathize with An Wenyuan. He's so fond of him, he'll definitely want to spend money again. I haven't even earned any money yet, and I'm going to have to spend it all."
But then I comforted myself: Dad is a kind-hearted person, and a dad like that wouldn't look down on my strange identity. I should be happy.
While the two villains on Bai Jin's side were fighting each other, Bai Ye was thinking about something else.
A bizarre case of someone being buried alive as a human stake—let's assume he's a "normal person" for now—how are we supposed to dig him out?
To provide assistance, the first step is to restore the other person's freedom, even if it is only their physical body.
Xiaobai is my daughter, that's true, but I can't let her do everything. Why should I?
Does that mean a father can boss his daughter around as he pleases?
Bai Ye's eyebrows furrowed, and he became more and more agitated. "Bullshit! Why do I, a grown man, have no fighting skills?"
"Dad, don't do this. If you want to spend money, just spend it. It's okay."
A cold little hand reached out from somewhere, pried open Bai Ye's two hands that were twisted into a knot, and then, imitating the other person, gently patted them.
"Dad, don't be afraid. Xiaobai will protect you. If we don't have money, we can always earn it later. As long as I'm with Dad, nothing will bother me."
"noob……"
Bai Ye had never felt such tenderness from his child before; he felt as if his heart was melting.
My daughter is so sweet.
My daughter is the best in the world!
Bai Ye was moved and confessed his hesitation, "Xiao Bai, Dad really wants to make money, but Dad doesn't have the ability. Never mind, I..."
“Dad, don’t you have the power of judgment? You can use your status as a judge to help him.”
"Huh?"
"The Judge's identity is transcendent, able to disregard the boundaries between human players and the supernatural; this power can run rampant in the small world."
Bai Ye had never known this piece of information before.
The Supreme Prosecutor hadn't mentioned any of this either. "Xiao Bai, how do you know? You also know about the judges?"
Bai Jin shook his head. "I don't know, but after I became a second-highest level weirdo, this information was automatically stored in my brain. Perhaps it's the operating law of the weirdo world."
As is well known, the second-highest level of the supernatural has broken free from the control of the top level and can freely travel through spacetime rifts to various small worlds.
It makes perfect sense that one can perceive the operating principles of a strange world.
"The power of judgment? Do I still possess the power of judgment? I can give it a try."
During a recollection of the critical zone, the Supreme Prosecutor taught him his method of trial, infusing his mind into his hands.
When Bai Ye held An Wenyuan's hand, the student's past came to mind one by one. He had his own set of standards for judging right and wrong, which settled in Bai Ye's heart.
"An Wenyuan, are you willing to accept my judgment?" Bai Ye opened his eyes, his tone gentle and calm.
Meeting those eyes, An Wenyuan suddenly calmed down, and his previously restless heart gradually became peaceful.
There couldn't be a worse situation.
"Teacher Bai, I believe you." An Wenyuan closed his eyes voluntarily.
Bai Ye placed his right hand on the other person's head and began the trial.
Bai Jin stood aside, stunned as she watched the golden light flowing down from her father's right palm.
My father is human, yet he possesses bizarre powers—a strange and supreme force of judgment.
"dad……"
Bai Jin was extremely excited, as if she had seen one of her own kind.
Bai Ye was completely immersed in his own world of judgment until he saw the death node belonging to this student and extracted it.
The golden light shattered, flickering and leaping in my palm.
He offered this small glimmer of light to An Wenyuan, saying, "The innocent are supreme. An Wenyuan, as an innocent person, you personally wield the power of judgment."
Bai Ye kept in mind the words of the Supreme Prosecutor: as an order-keeper, the judge can only distinguish right from wrong, but how to deal with the sinners should be decided by the former victims themselves.
The will of others cannot supersede one's own subjective will.
A bizarre world—this is the prevailing law of the world.
An Wenyuan stared blankly at the golden light in his palm. "Can I judge the sinners?"
"Yes, you have that right. You can choose to forgive, retaliate, or even torture indefinitely. The judge gives you the range of abilities you can use; as long as you don't exceed the standards of judgment, you can do whatever you want."
Bai Ye has roughly figured out the rules of judgment in the strange world.
For example, in the case of a minor offense that does not warrant death, the judge's authority is limited to exercising judicial power over the offender, but cannot harm their life.
But being alive is one thing, and how one lives is another—there are countless possibilities.
The dimensions involved are what test the judge's ability to make a judgment.
The White Night Trial, which examined An Wenyuan's entire life, granted him the highest judicial authority. In other words, whatever punishment a sinner receives, it is what he deserves.
"An Wenyuan, in one hour, the death aura on your body will dissipate, and you can begin your operation."
"But that person is locked up there..."
The prison itself is an area filled with the power of judgment, an eerie place filled with death, impossible to approach.
Before Bai Ye could speak, Bai Jin had already walked over. "That's easy, I'll bring the person out for you."
The night before dawn is pitch black, even darker than when night falls.
An Guang lay on his single bed in the prison, having a sweet dream.
Since entering prison, I no longer have to worry about not being able to pay back my money. Occasionally, I make a mistake and extend my release time. My life couldn't be happier.
Everyone wanted to leave as soon as possible, but An Guang wished he could live there forever.
What's so great about the outside world? Eating, drinking, defecating, and sleeping all cost money. This free prison is the only place suitable for retirement.
In his dream, An Guang was on a winning streak, having already won a lot of money. He shouted loudly, ready to play a big game.
However, before he could even throw away the cards in his hand, he began to rise uncontrollably.
The intense feeling of weightlessness made him unable to sleep soundly. He finally woke up from his dream and found that he was actually floating in mid-air.
"What's going on? Why am I floating?"
He tried to shout to wake the others around him, but they all seemed to be fast asleep and had no idea what was happening.
An Guang was terrified, but he had no choice but to drift away from the prison, eventually reaching the Jin Yao Building.
Upon seeing An Wenyuan, An Guang's fear immediately turned into anger, and he cursed, "You dead bastard, did you drag me out? You're dead and still won't stop, put me down right now!"
Bai Ye patted the student on the shoulder, "Go ahead, it's your right."
The death aura on An Wenyuan's body condensed, growing darker and darker, and in an instant, it enveloped An Guang.
Bai Ye clearly heard the tearing and screaming sounds, but he did nothing; he simply held his daughter's hand.
"Don't be afraid, Dad's here."
Bai Jin laughed, "I'm not afraid at all."
As the second most powerful anomaly, it can be clearly seen within the black mist that An Guang was being punished, a punishment even more gruesome than torture.
But she remained unmoved.
“I know you’re not afraid, but Dad just wanted to comfort you,” Bai Ye couldn’t help but say.
Bai Jin smiled even more happily, "Yes, as long as Dad is happy."
This tearing apart lasted for almost an hour, until dawn broke and the black fog dissipated.
An Wenyuan, wearing his cleanest school uniform, walked over with a smile.
"Teacher Bai, thank you for letting me judge this case myself. I'm very happy now, and I should go now."
Is it about to dissipate?
"Um."
"Well then, good luck."
Bai Ye didn't know what to say, so he just patted the other person's head and shoulder.
As dawn broke, Bai Ye and Bai Jin stood together on the top floor of the Jinyao Building, watching the sunrise.
The two clearly sensed desperate screams and struggles coming from the eighteenth floor of the building.
But the power of judgment is indelible, and the unforgivable sinners can never escape.
“An Wenyuan probably hates his father a lot. After tearing him apart and devouring him, he still wants to make him endure the cycle of life and death.”
The so-called cycle of life and death means that An Guang replaces An Wenyuan, experiencing the terror and despair of being buried alive every minute and every second in an endless loop.
This is the power of the world's laws; even if other judges wanted to help, it would be impossible.
“This is An Wenyuan’s own choice, and we should respect it. As the Supreme Prosecutor once said, ‘Don’t advise others to be good if you haven’t experienced their suffering.’ We outsiders cannot truly empathize with them.”
Bai Ye opened his hand, revealing a dark, graphite-like object in his palm—a gift from An Wenyuan.
"Is this the deathly aura?" he asked.
Bai Jin nodded, "The purest death energy."
"That should be worth a lot of money." Bai Ye's lips curled up. He had worked tirelessly all night, but he still made a profit.
For more than a month afterward, Bai Ye served as a teacher by day, educating and nurturing students. At night, he went out to work, helping his deceased students and exercising his power of judgment.
Class 601 has a total of thirty students, excluding Bai Jin, there are twenty-nine others.
However, fewer than ten still have a chance of survival.
Every time Bai Ye uses the power of judgment, he sees the student's past: being bullied to death, driven to desperation by rumors, having nowhere to appeal after being wronged, and being tortured to death by his parents...
School, family, individual, society—there's always one that leaves a defenseless child powerless to resist.
Living in the most desperate way during the best years of one's life.
After seeing off the last student, Bai Ye couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. "Xiao Bai, they still have a chance to make their own decisions, but in the human world, even death might feel like a humiliation."
"dad?"
"The human world is not beautiful; it is a den of filth and evil. Would you still want to come with me to such a world?"
"If the human world isn't wonderful, why does Dad insist on going back?" Bai Jin didn't understand.
Bai Ye: "I don't know either. Maybe it's because there's a bit of pure white among all this filth. People should always look up at the sun and not always look down at the shadows behind them."
"Teacher Bai, it's time to take graduation photos, come over here right away!" The Chinese teacher stood not far away, her voice hoarse from shouting, feeling frustrated.
This substitute homeroom teacher is really full of trivial matters. She dawdles every day, and it takes three or four reminders to take a photo. Fortunately, Teacher Yan will be back when school starts next semester, and she will no longer be teaching with Teacher Bai.
Bai Ye beckoned Bai Jin to follow along, and together they went to the small playground to take graduation photos.
The thirty students in Class 601 stood in order of height, with the middle position reserved for the homeroom teacher.
Bai Jin had already taken her position, while Bai Ye stood beside her, looking at the students in front of her, their innocent faces adorned with the purest smiles.
"Teacher Bai, come quick, it's about to start!" A student waved.
Bai Ye nodded, strode over, and sat down in his seat.
Three days later, the photos were developed, and everyone received one.
When Bai Ye received the photo, he flipped it over and saw that it was exactly the same as what he had seen that day.
Of the thirty students, twenty-one were dressed in gray and white.
But what they all had in common was the unbridled joy of youth on their faces.
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