Upon hearing Nagu’s words, the other death row inmates also woke up.

That’s right, why move forward when they could jump back to the observation platform and survive? It was only ten steps away, which was nothing for them. Even without the power of an Artificer, they could find a way to cross.

However, when they turned around and saw Asho’s executioner growing visibly larger at an alarming speed, they immediately realized their mistake. They cursed Nagu for his shamelessness and secretly took pleasure in Asho’s predicament as they continued to climb the steel wire.

Behind them was a trap.

Nagu’s words were the trigger for the trap.

As soon as Asho turned around, he knew he had made a mistake. After Nagu spoke those words, he saw his vote count increasing exponentially.

The audience panicked, they were desperate!

Because Nagu was right, as long as Asho jumped back, he could disrupt the carefully arranged Blood Moon Judgment. The steel wire, the trials of purification and atonement, none of it would matter to Asho.

But his defiance, for the audience, was a provocation. As a death row inmate, instead of repenting and admitting guilt during the Blood Moon Judgment, he was intensifying his efforts to break the rules?!

It was like a student who didn’t do their homework not only refusing to admit their mistake but also running out of school when scolded by the teacher, saying, “Why did you come to school?” This kind of immature mentality of making mistakes would naturally give the audience, who were the supervisors of society, the opportunity for him to reform in the next life and not repeat the same mistakes.

In the voting rules of the Blood Moon Judgment, the person with the most votes would be sentenced to death. When someone reached 50% of the votes, the voting phase would end and fast forward to the execution.

The death row inmates were freed from all restrictions, but the price was that their lives were no longer in their control. The hundreds of thousands of citizens of Camon City on the other side of the screen held the fate of their lives in their hands.

If anyone dared to go against the tide, the weight of the audience’s judgment would come crashing down, crushing their resistance.

So once Asho jumped back, he would be met with heartfelt gratitude from the other death row inmates and the terrifying executioner formed by the 50% vote count.

But on the other hand.

If Asho’s vote count continued to rise, and the audience stubbornly believed that he was the one deserving of redemption, then Asho would definitely jump back.

After all, if they were all going to die, he didn’t deserve to play with them.

The reason Asho still wanted to abide by the rules of the game was because the current voting situation gave him hope.

“Asho Heath, 42,354 votes.”

“Wakas Ur, 31,002 votes.”

Asho glanced at the executioner behind Wakas, who was just as burly and ferocious, only slightly smaller than his own executioner.

Seemingly noticing Asho’s gaze, Wakas glanced at him, snorted coldly, and then jumped up on the platform, landing lightly on the steel wire, walking elegantly towards the distant platform.

This cool and showy scene instantly increased Wakas’ vote count by over two thousand.

Unexpectedly, Wakas, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, was also so detestable. He was almost catching up to me. He’s really not a good spirit… Asho muttered to himself, looking at Wakas on the screen. Suddenly, a message popped up on the screen:

“Do you want to view Wakas Ur’s criminal history?”

Asho chose to view it, and a small window popped up on the screen, showing Wakas’ first-person perspective as he stole technical data from a colleague at the university and killed another scholar.

The colleague collapsed in the aisle, his face filled with fear, his nose and tears streaming down. He begged while retreating:

“Please, Wakas, spare me… Ah!”

With a scream, Wakas pierced the colleague’s chest!

It seemed that the perspective of the perpetrator alone was not exciting enough. In the second half of the video, it was the first-person perspective of the colleague being victimized!

Faced with Wakas’ approaching steps, the video vividly portrayed the colleague’s despair, fear, and the pain of life slipping away!

This was a memory fragment of the person Wakas murdered!

Watching this memory fragment for the first time, Asho was deeply shocked by this technology, both amazed by the powerful and mysterious Artificer system and shocked that the other death row inmates dared to commit crimes—what’s the difference between this and defecating in public? All crimes were exposed!

Any crime involving interaction with others meant that you were already exposed to the Falconer Hall. Even if you destroyed all evidence, the Falconer Hall would retrieve the memories of the deceased!

No wonder all the death row inmates were skilled. After all, how could they commit crimes worthy of the death penalty before being captured by the Falconer Hall without being skilled?

The criminals who were slightly weaker might have been caught by the Falconer Hall during their development stage of theft and deception and sent to labor camps for reform.

After watching, another question popped up on the screen:

“Do you want to cast a redemption vote for Wakas Ur? Each redemption vote is a support for justice.”

Asho was taken aback, and countless grass plants sprouted in his mind.

Did these death row inmates also have the right to vote!?

Hadn’t they been deprived of their political rights for life?

This was simply an insult to them. Did the prison think that these death row inmates would vote for other candidates just to increase their chances of survival?

While Asho was angry at the prison’s disregard for him, he still voted for Wakas.

However, although Wakas’ murder memory was quite brutal, it shouldn’t have earned him so many votes, right? How was he surpassing Heath?

Asho looked at his own avatar. Although a small video also popped up, it wasn’t his memory but the memories of the Bloodthirsty Hunters’ law enforcement.

The eerie underground hall, the unknown runes filled with blood, the wreckage on the altar, the twisted pile of bodies… Asho quickly fast-forwarded. He couldn’t bear to watch it himself, and even felt a twinge of pain in his conscience.

Damn, it really hurt, his soul reacted to the Flames of Purification.

Asho silently repeated to himself three times, “I am Asho, not Heath,” and the burning pain in his conscience slowly dissipated.

This little episode also made Asho realize the power of the Flames of Purification: just because he had transmigrated into this body and briefly assumed the identity of Heath, he was burned by the Flames of Purification.

The pain that the actual criminals who committed crimes must endure was at least a thousand times greater than his.

Thinking about it, it felt quite satisfying. Asho applauded the punishment purely based on the concept of good and evil.

If he were watching this show in a cozy home instead of at the live scene, it would be even better.

Asho glanced at the criminal histories of others, but due to time constraints, he only read the text descriptions.

Harvey did indeed have the crime of desecrating corpses… Although Asho was curious about whether the “corpse” was cold or hot, male or female, it was too early for him to experience such a visual impact. He didn’t dare to click on the video.

Hmm, this one is a serial killer, that one eats people, this one is an assassin, that one is the leader of a violent gang…

Asho quickly skimmed through them and found that Heath’s crimes were indeed the most brutal among everyone. Even without the daily news recommendations of the past few days, Asho estimated that he would still be recognized by the audience as a hero.

Surprisingly, Wakas’ crimes were the lightest among the eight, but his vote count was second only to Asho’s.

Although he was puzzled, there was no time for him to think about it.

The others were about to reach the large platform, and Asho had to take action.

He couldn’t just stay here and wait to die alone.

But how could he cross?

He couldn’t go into the sea, which was filled with finger sharks. If he fell in, not even his fingernails would survive.

He couldn’t go into the sky either. It was currently a storm of Sorcery Spirits, and anything flying would be struck by lightning.

But Asho didn’t have an Artisan for swimming or flying, so these restrictions didn’t matter to him.

Asho looked at the steel wire below.

He squatted down and touched the wire, which was very thin and tough. Asho touched it, and his palm was cut, leaving a bloodstain.

If he grabbed onto this wire, there was no doubt that his fingers would be cut off and become an appetizer for the finger sharks.

Normal people couldn’t cross, they had to use an Artisan.

But Asho currently only had one Artisan!

However, at this point, Asho had to try everything.

Substitute Artisan!

A substitute identical to Asho appeared next to him, making the already cramped platform even more crowded. Asho was almost squeezed off by the substitute.

Although he summoned the substitute, Asho didn’t know the next step of the plan. He looked at the substitute, then at the wire, pursed his lips, and gestured for the substitute to walk over.

The substitute naturally had no objections and stepped onto the wire with both feet. The wire easily tore through his cloth shoes, and with a snap, the substitute turned into light smoke and dissipated.

Even though the substitute was injured by the wire, it was able to walk across, and it didn’t fear, its movements were stable, just like a robot that wouldn’t make mistakes!

Asho looked at his own shoes. These were the cloth shoes issued to prisoners by the prison, warm in winter and cool in summer, comfortable to wear, but they didn’t have the quality to walk on a wire.

Asho looked around and turned his head to look at Nagu, the supervisor behind him.

Nagu raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to come over?”

Asho ignored the executioner, who was growing larger rapidly, and instead looked at Nagu’s steel-toed boots that made a clanging sound when he walked.

“Supervisor, your boots are so cool, what brand are they?”

When Nagu heard this, he became spirited. “You have good taste. These are the Dark Lamp brand’s Dark King series limited edition. I had to wait three months to get them.”

Asho’s eyes were filled with admiration. “Indeed, it’s the Dark Lamp brand’s Dark King series limited edition! These are the only boots I’ve ever wanted in my life!”

“It’s Dark King, not Dark Monarch, that’s another series.”

“That doesn’t matter!” Asho waved his hand. “What matters is that I hope to wear these boots before redemption. This is the only request I have in my life. Supervisor, can you… let me try on these boots?”

Nagu’s face stiffened.

“This isn’t appropriate. I’ve already worn them…”

“Don’t worry, Supervisor, I don’t mind!” Asho patted his chest. “Since you’re giving me these boots, how could I mind these trivial details?”

Nagu was infuriated by his words, his face contorted.

I do mind!

And I never said I was giving them to you!

Instead of giving you boots, I’d rather kick you off. You damn scum!

Nagu snorted coldly and said loudly, “Fine!”