CXnovel Chapter 458 Let's Count Your Sins
Chapter 458 Let's Count Your Sins
"This thing the leader sent over... is it really that magical, senior? It looks like an ordinary mirror to me, hmm."
Inside the main passage of the underground base of the [Jin] organization, Uchiha Shisui held the [Mirror of Karma and Judgment], which had been given to him by Menma, firmly in his arms.
Deidara followed beside him, curiously examining the mirror, which seemed to have nothing particularly special about it except for its exquisite craftsmanship. His tone was full of an artist's skepticism about "non-explosive artworks."
Shisui responded calmly, "Although it does sound a bit unbelievable... since the leader specially sent it along with detailed instructions and expected effects, it couldn't have been unfounded. Try it and you'll see."
"By the way, where's Kakuzu? I didn't see him come along."
When asked about matters involving "trial" or "disposition," which may involve interests or follow-up actions, Kakuzu, who is extremely sensitive to money and "value," would be somewhat interested.
"It seems the leader finally delivered the payment or the right to handle the goods that was promised to him. These past few days, Kakuzu has been so anxious about whether the money will arrive that he can't eat or sleep properly."
"He's probably locked himself in the vault right now, probably counting and checking the bundles one by one, hmm. Unless the organization is about to collapse, he definitely won't be thinking about anything else right now."
Shisui nodded knowingly. The value of those three hundred billion explosive tags was enough for Kakuzu to temporarily lower the priority of all other matters.
As the two talked, they arrived at the most heavily guarded prison area in the base.
The heavy metal door, engraved with multiple sealing techniques, slid open before them... and a kind of incessant, irritating noise wafted over them.
The first thing that entered my ears was a rough, harsh voice filled with violence, impatience, and foolish self-confidence.
"Bastard! Let me out! Did you hear me? That damned [Jin]! How dare you treat me like this! With these filthy chains! The evil god will surely punish you all! Tear you to pieces! Sacrifice you!"
The penetrating insults and meaningless, repetitive threats reminded Shisui of several individuals the leader had specifically mentioned in the communications as needing "special attention" and "priority assessment," including Hidan, an Akatsuki member who worshipped a bizarre being called "Evil God" and possessed an immortal body.
Although Shisui had no idea what an "evil god" was, he sensed from the other party's fanatical enjoyment of killing and pain that was evident in their words and actions that it was no good thing.
He gestured to the guard to open the heavy gate of the noisiest cell. The gate rose, revealing the interior: Hidan was bound tightly with several specially made iron chains mixed with chakra-suppressing metal, fixed in the center of the cell like a festive rice dumpling.
Out of humanitarian considerations, Kakuzu had helped Hidan in the previous battle, and Hidan's severed limbs had been roughly but effectively stitched back together. Now, he was also firmly bound by chains. He was completely immobilized and could only bounce futilely on the ground like a fish out of water.
"You bastards! What are you looking at! What do you want? Let me tell you, I am a devout believer in the immortality of the evil god! You can't do anything to me! Do you hear me?"
"There's no way! I'm warning you! Even if you kneel down right now, crying and begging to convert to the evil god and repent for your sins, I will absolutely not let you go! I will sacrifice you all to the evil god! Hahaha!"
Hidan stared intently at Shisui and Deidara as they entered, spewing out the same old threats and self-righteous declarations.
"So noisy." Deidara said with annoyance, "What kind of evil god is this? It sounds so boring, there's no artistic beauty at all, huh."
"No way? You're immortal? That sounds interesting... Hey, senior, if possible, after we're done dealing with him, how about having him be my new art form, 'Close-up Observer'? To test the limits of your so-called 'immortality,' hmm?"
"Art...art? Huh? I have absolutely no interest in that effeminate stuff like drawing and doodling! It sounds so stupid!"
"Let me go! Lord Jashin needs a sacrifice! A fresh sacrifice!" Hidan clearly couldn't understand Deidara's "art" and felt insulted, so he struggled even more violently.
Watching this childish and absurd conversation, which resembled a children's quarrel, Shisui sighed helplessly. He reached out and pulled Deidara, who seemed genuinely considering the situation, back slightly, signaling him to calm down.
Then, with a calm expression, Shisui placed the [Mirror of Karma - Reflection of Cause and Effect] that he had been holding steadily in front of Hidan, with the mirror reflecting Hidan's face, which was distorted by anger and madness.
Hidan's cursing stopped abruptly. He was bewildered by this sudden and strange behavior of asking him to "look in the mirror," and for a moment he didn't realize what the other person wanted to do.
He stared suspiciously at the mirror, which looked only somewhat ornate, then at Shisui, who was expressionless, and then at Deidara, who was staring at the mirror with great interest. His arrogance was temporarily replaced by doubt.
On the mirror, light flows silently, and lines of text appear on the surface.
[The person on trial: Hidan]
Directly instigating war/non-mission killings: account for over 85% of all killings.
Total Pain Value: Extremely High
Detailed Notes: The individual's behavior generates a significantly abnormal level of "pain." Their unique "cursed ritual" killing method prolongs and amplifies the victim's death process by sharing pain through self-mutilation, resulting in an average mental and physical pain level approximately 3-5 times that of conventional killing methods.
Retrospective quantitative estimates suggest that the cumulative number of victims who were directly or primarily responsible for the deaths has exceeded one thousand.
Sin Index: 9.87 (close to the theoretical maximum of 10)
Verdict: A beast of faith, a slave to pain.
Killing is not a means to achieve your goal, but the goal itself; the blood that flows is not the price for a blessing, but the communion you crave.
For all your evil deeds are nothing but pure selfish revelry and distorted sensual pleasure. Under any banner, there is no loyalty to you; in any mission, there is only your selfish desire for amusement.
You are neither the one who sets up the game nor the one who obeys orders; you are a deformed being who occupies the chessboard of slaughter, whose only meaning of existence is to devour both yourself and others.
Overall assessment: Those who indulge in the most evil pleasures have sins that have solidified into a tangible, stubborn stain. You have no intention of atonement, and there is no way to atone for your sins, neither for this body nor for this soul.
The text starkly exposes Hidan's true nature of taking pleasure in the suffering of others.
Hidan stared blankly at the words on the mirror, but then his eyes quickly ignited with a burning anger of being offended and "misunderstood".
"What?! This broken mirror dares to spout nonsense! Utter rubbish!"
Hidan roared, "Those people I killed were all glorious sacrifices offered to the supreme evil god! Their lives were transformed into holy offerings to please the god! This was their honor! It was their ticket to eternal peace!"
"Atonement? What redemption do I need? Sin? What did I do wrong?! For those fortunate enough to be chosen as sacrifices to the evil god, that is the only, and greatest, redemption for their insignificant lives!"
"You fools who don't understand faith! How dare you slander me with this worthless, broken mirror! You slander the grace of the evil god!"
The detailed and appalling description of the crimes on the mirror contrasted sharply with Hidan's current unrepentant, self-righteous, and even frantic rebuttal, which was filled with a kind of anger as if his faith had been "desecrated."
Uchiha Shisui, standing to the side, had turned ashen-faced.
"It seems..." Shisui's voice was so deep it seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest part of his chest, "It's true."