"During that time, what I feared the most was not the Kingdom's army, but Raul, the human." Wolfrang had said this to others.

"If Raul was a succubus, I would definitely die at his hands, definitely." Leya said firmly.

"The thing I regret the most is giving him two guns." Park, when talking about that time, always had a deep furrow on his forehead.

"Raul was not suited to be a black market merchant, don't ask me why." Simmon often avoided talking about my insane period.

"I'm just glad I never offended him." Gray usually only said this one sentence.

"I thought about his bravery and intelligence, but never thought about his ferocity and ruthlessness." The orc lord had evaluated me like this.

"If I could have Raul, the human, at the cost of my eyes, then I must have him." Auntie said bluntly.

"Raul? He wasn't human anymore at that time. Have you ever seen humans hunting humans?" Nephila liked to use rhetorical questions.

All these evaluations were said behind my back, and they had said even more profound things, but I couldn't be bothered to inquire about them one by one.

My transformation began from the moment my wife pushed me away. I may not remember the exact words of the blood oath, but Sasa definitely kept it in her heart, never forgetting.

One of the phrases seemed to be said like this: "Are you willing to use your own body to protect your husband?"

Without hesitation, my wife blurted out, "Yes."

From the day we put on the rings, she repeatedly fulfilled this oath with practical actions, while I only fulfilled it once when I gave her my eyes.

Today is her final time protecting me with her body, I swear.

My wife pushed me away with incredible speed, and the hammer swung at an equally fast speed. The blind spot in my left eye made it difficult for me to confirm her condition at that moment. In any case, I crashed into the rock wall, my internal organs churning, and after several bouts of dry heaving, I held onto the monocle over my right eye.

I already knew what had just happened, but the bald man, who swung the war hammer with great force, was startled.

My wife was sent flying, not far, and landed perfectly on our bed. It was similar to how a giant python would look when sent flying, with its tail curling up due to intense pain. But she never let out a scream throughout.

My brain underwent subtle chemical reactions, and all rational cognition was stranded on the reef of impulse.

When a person encounters a fatal disaster for the first time, they should find a way to avoid the next one.

When a person encounters a fatal disaster for the second time, they may want to escape this place of right and wrong.

When a person encounters a fatal disaster for the third time, they become expressionless because they have become numb.

We have already experienced it three times, three times!

Must I die? Must Sasa die because she protected me? Why? Why must we endure in silence? Why must we step back? How much more difficult can it get!

The bald man stood still, his blue pupils reflecting the figure of me taking out the second revolver from the cloth bag.

No longer will we shout, "Husband, run!" or "Wife, be careful!" We've had enough.

If you want to see blood, then I will let it soak the ground beneath my feet.

If you want to see slaughter, then I will pile up the corpses into a small mountain.

From now on, my gun will always be loaded, with no room for empty words.

After drifting in this other world for 398 days, I finally had the desire to kill.

The bald man charged at me, and at that moment, I didn't know if his barrier could withstand five bullets again, but I believed he would definitely die by my gun.

The third bullet pierced through the battle priest's full-body barrier, and the faint blue ripples turned into a mist, taking away the bald man's life and soul along with the war hammer he held. His expression before dying was one of panic, as he clearly knew that his magic power was no longer enough to withstand five bullets. Bonare Granny's theorem on magic consumption was correct.

Finally, I added two more shots to his forehead and heart, confirming that this guy was truly dead. I dragged the body to Feather, letting it happily empty out the fresh entrails.

I sat next to my wife, and we remained silent. She lay motionless on the bed, no different from the corpse.

"I never expected that you would leave me with the most painful thing to bear."

"I will accompany you, wait for me for a few days, my wife."

The cave was quiet, except for the occasional sound of feathers chewing on intestines.

At that moment, I truly believed that my wife was dead, taken away from me along with our daughter. It wasn't until she turned over and softly said with closed eyes, "Husband, I'm tired, can I sleep for a while?"

"Go ahead, just remember to wake up."

"Mm."

There was a black, rough square mark on the raised part of the tail, emitting a foul smell of burnt protein. That blow took away our daughter.

There was no expression on my face, just a gentle kiss on her forehead, and then I carefully loaded both guns with bullets and left our home.

Whether Sasha would die or not was no longer important to me, because we had sworn to love each other forever, regardless of life or death. In all my years, it was the first time that pure hatred controlled my thoughts. The bald man's body had a large hole eaten by feathers, and I tied the war hammer and the body together, then tied them to the feathers. That day, I dragged the body of the battle priest to the nearest place to the kingdom's territory, and it wouldn't be long before someone found it.

At night, I went to Medusa's territory and forcefully took my sister-in-law away.

My sister-in-law didn't know what I wanted to do, but it definitely wasn't to make her my mistress. She quietly followed a few steps behind me, and we walked in silence. My sister-in-law must have been wondering why this usually gentle and polite man only said one sentence to her sister, "I need her," and then held her hand and left.

It was past midnight when we finally reached the doorstep. My sister-in-law saw me stop and timidly walked up to my side to speak.

"Raul... what's wrong?"

"Go see your sister."

"I understand..."

My sister-in-law couldn't look me in the eye, entered the house, and then I heard her scream. I could only stand at the doorstep, rubbing my eyes and smoking, not knowing how to face my sister-in-law.

"Why did this happen! Why!"

"..."

"We shouldn't have let you take my sister away!"

"..."

"Say something! Say something!"

"..."

My sister-in-law didn't hit me, she just kept blaming my incompetence, blaming me for not being able to protect her sister.

After she finished venting, I hugged her, it was a very helpless embrace.

"Sasha isn't dead, right?"

"No."

"Take care of her for me."

"Mm."

"I have things to do tomorrow, I'll go to sleep first."

"What are you going to do?"

"Nothing."

I checked on my wife, she was fine, breathing steadily, sleeping deeply like when she was recovering from a serious injury.

The next morning, my sister-in-law briefly told me about my wife's condition. Despite being pregnant, Medusa had a large food intake and her body was much stronger than usual. The blow had hit her tail, shattering the eggs inside. Although the impact was severe on her body, the nutrients in the eggs provided the energy needed for recovery.

In simple terms, I exchanged my daughter's life for my wife's.

Injuries like Sasha's couldn't be treated with healing magic unless her tail was cut open. All my sister-in-law could do was take care of her, keep her warm, and do some household chores until my wife woke up.

This was not the end, but just the beginning.

My wife would never know what her husband did during that week of her sleep. It could be said that no one knew except for myself.

The next morning, I went to Night Fall Town and took the most accurate rifle made by Park, along with a large amount of ammunition. For the first time, Park showed a friendly gesture towards me, but my response to everyone's greetings was either a nod or a barely audible "Mm."

Simmon could tell something was off about me and firmly refused to provide me with any explosives. But he didn't stop me either, he gave me a large pack of cigarettes, reminding me to always be aware of what I was doing.

What was I doing? Heh.

I was fulfilling my self-proclaimed justice with hands stained with blood.

Border guards, adventurers, kingdom mages, you are all on my hunting list. Pray to your god of light that you don't encounter me.

People say revenge is God's job, but now I want to take it upon myself.

If you're not ready to die yet, you better start preparing now~

My gun will become restless and mischievous along with me.

You took away my wife's eyes, took away my daughter, took away our peace.

The time for repayment has come, I no longer fear death, I only fear that you won't be able to repay.

When you see me, you better be prepared to make a phone call.

Call the police uncle, call the coroner.

Call the priest to prepare for a funeral, call the carpenter to make a comfortable coffin.

Call the doctor to perform useless rescues, call the lawyer to engage in boring lawsuits.

Oh, by the way, it seems there are no cell phone towers in this world.

Who hurt my beloved?

Don't worry, I will find that idiot and make him endure a short and painful remaining life.

I don't take pleasure in others' pain, but my anger can descend like a cold rain.

So surrender obediently, you have nowhere to hide, nowhere to run.

You say I'm crazy, well, then I'll become crazy.

You say I'm a wanted criminal, fantastic, then I'll become a wanted criminal.

When did you start mistaking me for a good person?

This is not a conflict between humans and monsters, nor is it a dispute between Night Fall Town and the kingdom.

This is a battle between the two of us, husband and wife.

At that time, I had no idea who I was fighting, I just couldn't calm down until I killed a few people from the kingdom. The torn Markham shirt still fit perfectly, and the shiny red dragonfly business shoes were just as comfortable. I returned to my attire from the first day, I want everyone to remember me - the one who killed you is not a monster, but Chen Laowu, a human from another world, just like you!

I am the conductor of the Death Choir, sing along with me, revolver filled with bullets.

"GUNS FERVER!"