The twelfth criminal.
A criminal who swore from childhood never to kill a single person.
To be precise: this is a Void Rift‑tier Life‑Synthesis Path cultivator named Jebrich Jay, a Commonline Human.
"Interesting."
Andrew Han shook his Star‑Gate Martial Communicator twice, then looked again at the crimes attributed to Jebrich Jay, examining them closely two or three times, hesitating as he furrowed his brow.
"Never killed a single person."
"Only killed other life races."
Andrew couldn't help but murmur softly, a strange look flickering in his eyes, surprised and intrigued.
This is an intriguing question.
He slaughtered over ten thousand life planets, yet never harmed a single Human. Jebrich Jay only targeted other life races—what kind of crime is this, really?
Is it a grave offense, or a minor one?
Should he be sentenced to death, or imprisoned?
This troubled Andrew... Although the time for unified judgment hasn't arrived, he needs to think ahead and set his standards, lest he be caught off guard when the moment comes.
The Spark‑Heritage Zone only provided a brief outline of the assessment task, lacking detailed records of the thirteen criminals' specific crimes or backgrounds. Nearly all of this information, Andrew had to request from the South‑Sage Ancient Kingdom.
Andrew Han hails from the Archaic Hall.
In terms of status, he is naturally distinguished, and has the right to request assistance from the South‑Sage Ancient Kingdom.
"Fortunately, I checked each case thoroughly."
"Otherwise, I would never have known what makes Jebrich Jay so unusual." Andrew took a deep breath, a hint of hesitation flashing across his brow. "The twelfth criminal, Jebrich Jay—he has never killed a single Human in his entire life."
He pondered deeply, his thoughts swirling in all directions.
Dressed in a blue robe, Andrew Han pressed his crystal-clear brow. Then, glancing to the side, his gaze swept over the eleven imprisoned criminals, his expression turning steely and merciless.
"Hmph."
"Leaving Jebrich aside for now, all these Void Rift-tier criminals deserve to die. They should be killed." Andrew Han narrowed his black-and-white eyes, his fingertips tapping lightly on the table.
Click, click.
The tapping echoed softly in the air.
According to the assessment, these Void Rift-tier criminals all follow the Life-Synthesis Path, using devouring and slaughter as their main means of cultivation and evolution. They have already massacred over ten thousand life-bearing stars.
As everyone knows, in the vast reaches of the starry sky, cultivators possess a certain degree of freedom.
After all, strength decides everything. And the lives who embark on the path of cultivation and evolution display countless strange personalities and habits—even the Human Supreme Hall must acknowledge this fact.
"Void Rift-tier beings are indeed formidable."
Andrew Han pondered, lost in thought.
Such is the reality of the starry sky.
How many Void Rift-tier beings can a single stellar system have? And how many planets does it contain?
"It does make sense."
"From the perspective of the Human Race, the weight of a Void Rift-tier being actually far surpasses that of ten thousand life-bearing stars."
Thinking of this, Andrew Han sighed and turned to observe his surroundings.
Inside the Subspace Flyer, the layout was simple and refreshingly clean.
The walls shimmered with red, gold, and yellow hues, while the floor was so clear it resembled translucent glass. Aside from that, there were only two or three colorful seats and a round table. The Primordial Gate Steward, Victor Wu, stood silently nearby with his head lowered.
In the corner by the wall.
All eleven criminals were completely sealed, their forms withered and ashen as they leaned against the wall, their expressions stiff. Whatever they were thinking inside was impossible to know.
Because—
Including Logan Lu, all eleven Void Rift-tier beings could not move at all, nor could they even speak.