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This was once his ideal—an underclass noble with the spirit of a chivalrous knight.

He worked in the City Guard Army for over a decade, during which he befriended many nobles of the Empire and married the second daughter of a Count from the Royal Capital, becoming part of the noble circle of the Royal Capital. Though he occupied a middle-to-lower position, if he could avoid mistakes before utilizing his sword, he was destined to become a Viscount.

Subsequently, his son, with the support of his Count uncle’s family, could progress further from the foundation of Viscount and ascend to the rank of Count or higher, securing a firm foothold in the Empire.

If nothing unexpected happened, this was the future he planned for himself.

Until a dire incident occurred in his jurisdiction.

A large number of outsiders and underclass individuals disappeared, their fates unknown. This was quite normal; the corpses of unknown individuals in the corners of the Royal Capital were not uncommon, particularly after winter.

But this time, it was different, because the numbers were too great. A conservative estimate showed that thousands disappeared within a year.

Although all were from the underclass, this caught the attention of the higher-ups. The Baron needed to resolve this issue before it drew complete attention from above, so that his path to promotion remained unhindered.

Thus, he promptly led dozens of the City Guard Army to commence exploration.

With no discoveries at all and pressed for time, he recalled his former self when he was still a "chivalrous knight" and hatched a plan—disguising himself as an underclass peasant to fish for leads.

Quickly, he reeled in a big catch, a lead to the home of a Viscount from the suburbs outside the Royal Capital.

However, upon arriving, he discovered it wasn’t a Viscount’s home but a den of horrors. Countless twisted bodies and corpses littered the estate. Beneath the estate lay a bottomless pit filled with bodies tortured beyond recognition.

Thousands upon thousands, densely packed.

He felt a shiver and a spontaneous... rage!

And this was only for one reason...

"For fun!" the Viscount said, "Watching those peasants’ joyous expressions when they received my help, then instantly seeing their expression drop from Heaven to Hell—I just want to see this change! I want to see their twisted expressions!"

He was meant to be among them, but the Viscount’s family had not anticipated his extraordinary strength. Alone, he slaughtered through the Viscount’s guards, and the City Guard Army was poised to storm into the Viscount’s home, exposing everything to the public.

The entire Royal Capital was in an uproar.

The King was furious, because according to the law, the Royal Capital was the King’s domain—it was murder in his domain?

My wealth!

This is my asset!

But, justice does not reach nobles, even if only a Viscount. After much debate, the ruling was delivered.

The Viscount’s family was expelled, stripped of the Viscount title, forced to migrate with the lowest rank of a Baron to the Empire’s frontier, effectively an exile.

And he acquired the Viscount title just stripped away, becoming a rising noble.

Everything seemed to progress in a positive direction; he had fulfilled his lifelong goal.

But as he watched the Viscount’s family’s face, their faces full of heedless arrogance.

"Ha ha ha, just a title demotion?" a taunting voice called out, "Oh right, I can still go to the frontier; it’s even more convenient for my research there."

Looking at those faces and the twisted noble, the rage seemed to have utterly crushed him.

According to the Empire’s arrangement, he inherited the Viscount title, allowed the Murder Demon to exile to the frontier...

Yet, he couldn’t do it!

The honor he carried since being a Ranger and Knight made him unable to do such a thing!

"Buzz!" An iron fist hammered harshly onto his face.

At this moment, regardless of the Viscount title, regardless of the future, he ignored it all as he sat upon this noble’s body, harshly beating, torturing, venting all his dissatisfaction and rage.

Not just him, the Viscount’s wife and daughter—these two accomplices were made to suffer the most brutal acts of violence and torment, and before his wife and daughter, he severed the Viscount’s genitals and stuffed them into his mouth!

Three days later, when the Baron regained consciousness, what lay before him were three bodies twisted beyond recognition.

He was responsible for this, even the Viscount’s teenage daughter wasn’t spared...

And now, he was drenched in the blood of the entire Viscount family, the knight who slaughtered the monster, covered in the blood of monsters, becoming the new—monster!

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