From then on, I used my power almost recklessly every day.

Around a thousand people daily, with nationalities mixed as evenly as possible.
If I focused only on Korea, my nationality would be sniffed out in no time.

Regardless of personal preferences, I searched and judged them in the order I found their information.

Maybe because of that, the media’s reactions grew more entertaining day by day.

[Mass suicides sweep the nation. What’s the cause?]
[Psychology professor Han claims it’s due to excessive gaming addiction blurring reality and fantasy.]
[‘Someone’s pulling the strings’… Mass suicides spread, who’s orchestrating it in real-time?]
[People are dying, yet the government remains silent. Is this right?]

At first, the trashy reporters churned out sensationalist articles, truth be damned.

Thinking it was a one-off event, they spewed whatever fit their political leanings or interests.

They blamed the government’s inaction despite the incident being uncontainable, or pinned it on innocent games.
In short, they dumped all responsibility on whoever they disliked.

Disgusting, but somewhat expected.
That’s just how these vulture reporters make a living, writing garbage disguised as news.

But starting from the second day?

[‘No city is safe’… Mass suicides spread, plunging the nation into fear.]
[‘It’s all planned’… Mass suicides escalate, is there a mastermind?]
[Government issues nationwide alert, urging citizens to stay with someone who can help.]
[Photo: Exclusive scene… Moment of suicide captured.]

Serious opinions began to surface.
With hundreds dying suddenly every day, even some reporters must have felt the gravity.

Perhaps realizing it wasn’t time to stir up drama, the tone of major and minor media outlets began to shift.

The former focused on delivering accurate information and context.
The latter doubled down on sensationalism, chasing clicks with fervor.

[‘It’s all the government’s fault’—Opposition and civic groups claim mass suicides may be man-made disasters.]
[SNS contagion confirmed? Posts surge claiming people felt compelled to follow friends’ suicides.]
[Medical field declares emergency. Trauma surgeons overwhelmed treating critical stab wounds.]
[Outsider party leader Park Myung-jae proposes temporary isolation of repeat drunk drivers, claiming it’s safer to contain them.]

After about a week, the divide between media outlets became stark.
Even a child could tell who was a vulture and who was a real journalist.

The latter were far fewer, but still about twenty percent.
I’m not sure whether to be happy or sad about that.

Now that I think about it, the media lacking professional ethics and responsibility could use a major overhaul too.

When’s the right time for that?

–Still, they seem to be taking it seriously now.

“When thousands are dying, it’d be weirder if they didn’t.”

–They know there’s a problem, but they’re floundering without a solution. How long are you going to keep this up?

“I should pause soon. I can’t just keep killing recklessly.”

I want to make the world a better place, not revel in indiscriminate slaughter like some thrill-seeking murderer.

There must be tens of millions of drunk drivers worldwide—when would I ever finish killing them all?

By now, people should be aware enough.
They probably know what kind of people are being targeted.

Now it’s time to show them what to do next.

“The next ones to die are these guys…”

I opened my notebook.
I’d gotten one to record the names and crimes of those who deserve death. A hit list, you could say.

From the names I’d gathered for later, I picked about fifty.

Japan, South Africa, Egypt, and more.
Nationalities as diverse as possible.

The time and cause of death were unified, as always.

But this time, I added an action: they’d leave a will before dying.
Naturally, the contents of the will would be exactly what I wanted.

‘It’s convenient that I can send messages this way.’

Once I activate my power, death is inevitable, but I can control their actions until then.

Whether they die while eating, showering—literally anything is possible.
As long as it’s not physically impossible given their location or situation, they’ll do it.

So making them leave the message I want right before death was simple.

‘If I didn’t have this feature, I couldn’t pull this off.’

Without it, I’d have to write anonymous letters or contact the media via phone or email.

That’d get my nationality and identity exposed in no time.
Instead of changing the world, I’d be locked up as a serial killer forever.

‘What should I write?’

Anyway.

Grateful for the user-friendly nature of my power, I thought for a moment and picked up a pen.
To draft the message’s contents in my notebook first.

[By now, you must understand.]

Start with a grand opening.
As formal as possible.

[Drunk driving is a grave crime, tantamount to murder. I have delivered fitting judgment to would-be killers.]

Then explain why I’m doing this.

[If you want to stop more deaths, make drunk drivers face proper consequences. Then there will be no more victims.]

“They’ll get the point, right?”

After tonight, the message I’ve commanded to be shared will be found worldwide.
Translated appropriately into each country’s language by the deceased.

–Will this really change the world?

“It has to. If it doesn’t… I’ll keep judging until they want to change.”

I don’t expect people to suddenly reform and drunk driving to vanish overnight.
Humans aren’t that rational.

But after causing such a shocking event, publicly killing and threatening so many…

Surely humans aren’t foolish enough to refuse even basic measures like reforming laws.

At least, I want to believe that.

Seoul Police Station.

“Ugh, damn it.”

Inspector Kang Hyunsik smoked in his office, letting out a curse.
It was rude, but no one called him out.

And why would they?
Anyone tasked with unraveling this sudden global mass suicide—no, murder—case would feel the same.

“So, any guesses about the culprit? Even if not their identity, their region, nationality, gender—any clues at all?”

“There… doesn’t seem to be any.”

“Is that even an answer?!”

–Crash!

Kang Hyunsik hurled a vase from the windowsill.
Soil and water spilled, splattering his pants.

“You’re supposed to be Seoul’s best detectives! The dream team of Korean investigations! And you still have nothing?!”

Over a thousand drunk driving convicts are dying worldwide daily, with the same cause of death.
In Korea alone, it’s over a hundred a day.

Clearly an orchestrated event by someone’s hand.
Ignoring the national justice system, passing judgment on their own.

So they gathered experts nationwide and formed an investigation team.

And yet, this pathetic response—how could he not be furious?

“B-but there’s no way to figure it out!”

“You know this, Team Leader! No matter how much we investigate, there’s nothing to find!”

His detectives waved their hands in protest.
They pointed to the investigation materials pinned on the wall.

“We can’t even guess how they’re killing, so what are we supposed to do?!”

The detectives weren’t idiots. They’d checked victim identities and case details thoroughly.

But it was no use. The situation was beyond their knowledge and experience.

“The most likely theory is an Awakened’s doing. Maybe one with a special mental ability causing trouble.”

If you stretched for a theory, an Awakened was the probable cause.

Unlike the old days, there are plenty of people wielding magic or superpowers now.
It wouldn’t be strange if someone could remotely force suicides.

“Then focus the investigation on that.”

“Team Leader, what Awakened could target and kill thousands worldwide in an instant with pinpoint accuracy?”

“…”

Controlling four-digit numbers of people globally to commit suicide simultaneously?

That’s impossible.
Even the world’s strongest Hunter couldn’t pull off such an absurd feat.

“Of course, there’s a slim chance someone suddenly gained that ability… but then what can we do?”

“If they’re holed up somewhere quietly killing, how do we find them?”

“…This is insane.”

Kang Hyunsik couldn’t keep berating them.
Their objections made sense to him.

An unrealistic event had occurred, and the only plausible cause was something they couldn’t solve.

What more could they do but lament?

–Slam!

“Team Leader!”

“What? Why’re you bursting in out of breath?”

Someone suddenly threw open the door.

It was Officer Park Cheolhwan.
Kang Hyunsik’s trusted subordinate.

“Do you know what’s on the news right now?”

“I’ve been in a meeting, haven’t seen it. What’s up?”

“Then check it now. It’s important!”

Park Cheolhwan turned on the office’s TV and tuned to a news channel.
A printed sheet of paper was being shown on screen.

“What’s that?”

“They’re saying it’s a will found worldwide right now. Different languages, same content.”

It was in Korean, so he could read it immediately.
Some words were smudged with blood, but still legible.

“Drunk driving is a grave crime. Change the laws if you don’t want more deaths…?”
Is this really the culprit’s goal?

Kang Hyunsik was stunned.
And he sighed.

For a crime on a global scale, the intent was so straightforward, almost humble.