Chapter 31: Origin of the World · Illusions of the Gods (Chapter twelve)

In the battlefield where light and darkness clash,

there is a group of silhouettes hidden in twilight.

They are not villains wielding knives,

but the nourishment behind sin.

Behind the scenes, they whisper like rats in the gutter.

Using masks of hypocrisy to hide their ugly intentions.

When the flames of justice try to extinguish evil,

they quietly pour water, reviving wrongdoing.

Every successful evil act carries their “credit,”

and every innocent tear is partly their responsibility.

The eyes of the bullied are filled with despair,

while these people watch coldly, even applauding.

They have no ferocious faces, yet possess twisted souls,

and their existence muddies the path of justice.

We cannot allow them to keep operating in the shadows,

they must be dragged into the light and punished.

And when we roar at evil, we will not let them escape either,

letting truth be revealed, exposing every hidden accomplice.

Only by cleansing this hotbed that breeds evil,

can the world hope to return to peace.