In fact, when facing the other Void Rift-tier criminals, Andrew Han didn’t need to hesitate—he simply sentenced them to death. Direct and decisive, he acted without a trace of doubt.
But.
But when it came to the twelfth Void Rift-tier criminal—Jebrich Jay, a Commonline Human who had sworn from childhood never to kill a single person and truly had never harmed his own kind—things were different.
Because Earth had suffered thousands of years under the crisis of Demons and Specters, countless martial artists fought and died defending their homeland, families were torn apart, and Andrew Han’s memories from his previous life deepened his hatred for non-Human races. To him, anyone not Human was an outsider; slaughtering non-Humans seemed no crime at all—he felt it should be applauded. Andrew’s instinct was to acquit.
He pondered for a long, long time.
He refrained from making a rash judgment, instead investigating the other life races that had been massacred, as well as the actual situation of the life-planets devastated by Jebrich Jay.
Andrew Han had to admit:
He felt deep hesitation, wrestling with the decision for a long time—this was one of the most difficult choices he had ever faced.
“Jebrich Jay.”
Andrew Han’s gaze was clear as he looked at Jebrich Jay.
“Your Highness Andrew.”
Jebrich Jay lifted his head, giving Andrew Han a bitter smile as he met his gaze.
It was time for his last words.
Jebrich Jay understood this.
The building was vast and empty, the atmosphere deathly silent, the dim yellow lights still shining. Jebrich Jay had watched each Void Rift-tier being executed in turn—begging, sobbing, cursing, or struggling made no difference. He felt a sense of ‘the rabbit mourns for the fox,’ no longer clinging to hope, only regret and nostalgia: “I, Jebrich Jay, was born on an ordinary life planet.”
"I remember."
"I remember it very clearly."
Jebrich Jay’s voice was tinged with sorrow and nostalgia, echoing faintly in the empty building as he recalled his youth.
"Back then, the sky was yellow and the ground shimmered with pure silver. From the moment I was born until I learned to distinguish Humans from outsiders, that yellow sky and silver earth filled my childhood."
"One day, my father solemnly picked me up and told me that the life planet our family had lived on for generations was ruled by the Yizhi Race."
"The Human Race is one of the Four Great Life Races in the stars. But there are simply too many Humans—countless, limitless ordinary people. Even as the highest life race in the cosmos, the Star-Sky Humans can't possibly care for every single person; that's just the reality."
Listening to this, Andrew Han nodded—something he rarely did.
The cosmos is vast and boundless; just one stellar system contains countless life planets—it's impossible to be everywhere at once.
Jebrich Jay spoke softly: "On the planet where I was born, Humans were citizens, but the Yizhi Race were the privileged elite, high above us all."
"My father told me… Son, beware of bad people, but be even more wary of all Yizhi. People can be good or bad, but there's no such thing as a good or bad Yizhi."
"My father made me swear never to kill anyone, no matter what. Many things happened after that. I was betrayed, harmed, and targeted by fellow Humans. The Yizhi helped me, supported me, and yes, they also scorned, oppressed, and even tried to assassinate me."
As he spoke,
Jebrich Jay flashed a white smile: "In truth, I understand what my father really wanted to tell me back then… ‘My child, I’d rather you trust a bad person than ever rely on a good Yizhi.’"
"Your father was too extreme," Andrew Han said mildly.
"You’re right, Your Highness," Jebrich Jay replied with a chuckle, then said earnestly, "But I’m grateful. If there’s life and death reincarnation in this starry sky, after I die, I want to tell my father: your son kept his promise."
"I."
"Jebrich Jay."
"In this life, I never killed anyone."
After saying this, Jebrich Jay seemed to straighten his chest with pride.
The building’s interior was cold and oppressive. Primordial Gate Steward Victor Wu couldn’t help but glance over, and the two envoys from the South-Sage Ancient Kingdom were also moved.
Yet,
Andrew Han merely looked at Jebrich Jay with a half-smile: "Your last words are finished."
"I’m done."
Jebrich Jay gritted his teeth and straightened his chest.
Andrew Han chuckled softly: "You’ve embellished it quite well."