But my resolve didn’t last long.
I found myself sinking into deep thought.

“Killing is fine, but by what standard do I decide who dies?”

I want to make the world more just.
I want to change a society where criminals bask in legal loopholes while the rich and powerful live merrily.

And I’ll do it through the power I possess.

Those who hit someone and claim mental weakness.
Those who kill a classmate through school violence and get off as juveniles.
Those who scam billions and get slapped with a few years in prison.
Those who ruin lives but are shielded by their silver spoons.
Those who slander others without a shred of guilt.

My dream is to wipe out all such societal evils.

I believe it’s entirely feasible.
If I keep killing off the world’s scum, eventually people will notice my existence and start watching their backs.

Who wouldn’t be terrified when those who evaded punishment through tricks suddenly start dropping dead?

“But I can’t just kill indiscriminately.”

Killing recklessly is out of the question.
Slaughtering people just because I don’t like them or I’m in a bad mood is utterly unacceptable.

If I did that, wouldn’t it just create an absolute tyrant named Kim Sua?

Wanting a more moral and just world while doing such things would be sheer hypocrisy.

So what should I do?

“…I have to become justice itself.”

I, myself, must be the standard.

I don’t mean I’ll rule the world as justice incarnate.
Quite the opposite.

I must become a tool for realizing justice.
A tool that discards personal emotions and strictly adheres to a standard.

Even if people curse me for arbitrarily judging sins, no one should dare question my fairness.

I must establish a strict standard and uphold it without fail.
Emotions must never interfere with my judgments.

Without that level of conviction, I’d just be a crazed mass murderer arbitrarily judging sinners.

–Really? You’re choosing such a difficult path?

“Yes. Is that a problem?”

–No, it sounds interesting. Keep going. I won’t stop you.

Luckily, the world is advanced enough that I don’t need to go out and hunt for information.

I can find details on all sorts of criminals from the comfort of my room.

The reason I say “world” is because I plan to include other countries too.
I’m pretty confident in my English and Japanese, after all.

Purifying my own country comes first, but I can’t just ignore others.
What if criminals from abroad come here?

If I’m going to establish justice, I might as well target the whole world.

“Being an orphan actually helps in times like this.”

Living alone, with no one to care about me, is useful in this situation.
No one’s watching me, so there’s no risk of interference.

–You don’t have to be so self-deprecating.

“Be quiet.”

I brushed off Luciela’s jab lightly.

I shuffled my tiny feet and barely managed to climb onto the chair.
Then I turned on the computer and started searching for crime-related articles.

‘What should I tackle first?’

What crimes should I punish, and by what standards?

I scoured online articles for ideas.
After about thirty minutes, I found a perfect starting point.

“Drunk driving.”

That’s where I’ll begin.

The next day.
At Seoul Police Station, Inspector Kang Hyunsik couldn’t close his mouth at the flood of case reports.

“What the… why are there so many?”

“Team Leader, these are all the reports sent to us!”

“Who doesn’t know that? Why are they pouring in overnight?!”

Seoul Police Station aggregates and processes incidents reported across the city.

It’s usually busy.
The criminal investigation team, led by Kang Hyunsik, especially so.

But this… this was excessive.

Hundreds of people dead overnight? Does that even make sense?
And all in the same way, at the same time?

“Suicide, suicide, another suicide… what, is there a suicide club now?”

“It’s too extreme to call it that. It’s not like they’re using charcoal fires like in the old days. Stabbing themselves with a knife isn’t exactly easy.”

“You’re right.”

Apartments, houses, hotels—the locations varied.
But the cause of death was identical across the board.

A blade to the carotid artery, bleeding out.

All with expressions of excruciating pain and deep regret.

“Why on earth…”

“Uh, Team Leader?”

“What?”

“I checked their identities, and something’s off. They all have criminal records.”

“Criminals? What, like robbers?”

“No, drunk drivers. Habitual ones. Some even served time for killing someone.”

Drunk drivers make up a tiny fraction of all drivers.
Repeat offenders are an even smaller subset.

For only those people to die…

“There’s someone behind this.”

It’s not suicide. They were made to commit suicide.
Whether through mind control or telekinesis forcing them to stab themselves.

Someone used some method to kill them.

Just as Kang Hyunsik’s face hardened with realization…

“Team Leader! Look at this!”

“What now?”

“They found this at one of the victims’ homes.”

His subordinate, Officer Song, handed over a photo attached to a report.

The photo showed a piece of paper with the words:

[This is only the beginning.]

“‘This is only the beginning’?”

A sudden certainty hit him.
The world was about to get very noisy.

“Everyone’s making quite a fuss.”

–Well, you killed 400 people in Korea alone.

“About 1,200 worldwide, though.”

The nation’s media was churning out articles in real-time about the mass deaths that happened overnight.

[Four-time drunk driver Park found dead at home.]
[Fifteen criminals commit suicide in one night.]
[Global wave of deaths by neck stabs. All drunk drivers?]
[American crime expert Smith claims this is the work of someone with a deep grudge.]
[‘This is only the beginning’ message found. A warning of more deaths to come?]

Given the scale, they seem to have caught on.
This isn’t natural—it’s orchestrated.

I made sure the cause of death was uniform, so it’d be weirder if they didn’t notice.

‘They don’t have any solid guesses yet, though.’

Some foreign news outlets speculate it’s the work of a Hunter or a monster’s ability.
But they can’t pin down the exact mechanism.

Who’d guess that knowing a person’s face and name and deciding their death would kill them?

–By the way, there’s a lot of hate for the dead online.

“Of course. I specifically chose scum to put on the judgment list.”

To select the dead, I set clear conditions.

First: At least three prior convictions, no first-timers.
Second: Must have caused harm or injury through drunk driving.
Third: Must be somewhat known in the media.

‘In short, I picked the absolute worst of them.’

The third condition was necessary for me to use my power.
The first and second were to filter out malicious criminals.

So people would naturally feel negatively toward the deceased.

“Anyone who’s been hurt by drunk driving can’t help but curse them.”

–Is it that serious?

“It’s serious. You wouldn’t get it.”

Cars are dangerous.
They can speed at hundreds of kilometers per hour, a weapon that can kill or injure with a mere graze.

A single mistake can harm countless people, so they demand constant care in handling.

That’s why drunk driving is a serious felony.
It’s practically a declaration of indifference to whether others get hurt.

Driving with impaired cognition from alcohol—does that even make sense?

It’s essentially premeditated murder.
It should be treated the same as attempted or planned murder.

“The crime is grave, but the punishment is light. So people can’t help but cheer when they die.”

But reality is the opposite.

Even when drunk drivers are arrested and brought to court, they get two or three years at most.
Often, it’s just probation.

Three-time drunk drivers deserve the death penalty, yet the punishment is absurdly lenient compared to the crime’s severity.

–Why do humans make laws like that?

“Who knows? Probably because of the higher-ups.”

–So even here, society revolves around the powerful. Typical humans.

“Here? You talk like you’ve lived somewhere else.”

–Oh, nothing. Just talking to myself, don’t mind me.

Why did it turn out this way?
To me, the reason is simple.

When laws were made, cars were rare.
Most drivers were high-status, wealthy elites.

So even if they got caught driving drunk, the punishment was kept light, wasn’t it?
Can’t have the big shots facing heavy sentences.

‘In short, it’s privilege.’

But even if there’s a reason, it can’t be tolerated forever.

Especially now, when cars are far more common, yet the laws remain outdated.

‘I’ll change it.’

Not just drunk driving.
Other crimes too.

I’ll change it.
I’ll make it change.
Because I now have the power to do so.

“Who’s next?”

–How about America this time? It’s a car-heavy country, so it’ll be easy to find targets.

“Sounds good. Let’s focus on the New World today.”

I turned on the computer.
And started searching global news.

Because the world was still overflowing with sinners.