E-Rank or SSS-Rank: I Awakened a Skill That Shouldn't Exist-Chapter 334: Tipping the Scale (2)

Chapter 334

The word Filth was etched so deep, it left scars he would carry forever. Unhealable scars. The next time Ronan met that man, he would die. That was a promise. Ronan didn’t forget.

He had been waiting, counting, holding back his rage, biding his time. But Clara had chosen to confront the man here and now. Surely there was no way he would leave alive. He would be executed.

"What about the wife? Was she saved?" one man asked, eyes red with disbelief.

Clara shook her head. The woman had died later—from dehydration and lack of care.

"Kill the filth. Kill the useless father. Nothing else."

The crowd erupted. Rage and hatred washed over the courtroom. This man deserves death. Nothing else.

The accused was led away, destined for execution. Ronan’s gaze didn’t change much, but a faint satisfaction flitted through him. He wouldn’t need to execute his second plan to save himself. Clara was handling everything.

One accuser after another had stepped forward, each trying to frame Ronan, each attempting to paint him as a villain. But Clara had revealed the truth. The lies crumbled. Those who thought they would see Ronan executed now faced the opposite fate. The day turned into one of mass jailing, sentencing, and retribution.

Many of the accusers had tried to flee. Some made it only a few steps before Crimson Scale’s grip crushed bone and will alike. Fear broke them. They accepted their fate. Every one of them was doomed. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Clara went further, detailing the deeds of heroes Ronan had killed. Not just random people—heroes who had pursued him, hunted him down. He had killed them to survive. But Clara unearthed every shadow, every misdeed, every dark truth about them. Even those who died under Ronan’s hand were revealed as flawed, cruel, or corrupt. In some ways, Ronan’s actions had cleansed the world of evil, and her words framed it as such.

The six-eyed man sat frozen, speechless at the mountain of evidence Clara had amassed. Her knowledge, her research, the way she unearthed every hidden detail—it was terrifying. Every word she spoke resonated with truth, precision, and authority. Ronan might escape the capital’s punishment, and no one could stop it.

Aiden, watching all this unfold, couldn’t help grinning like a fool. Clara was impressive, terrifying even. Not just cool—she was lethal with her words and her information. That was his girl.

Feeling the weight of the courtroom’s deathly gaze, Aiden shifted his eyes to Lord Tech. Calm, cold, calculating—the older man’s stare made Aiden’s stomach flip. Did he hear my thoughts? A sheepish grin crept onto Aiden’s face as he looked away.

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That guy is a bit creepy. Aiden gave him a sheepish smile, like he’d been caught stealing glances, and quickly looked away. Did he hear my thoughts? Aiden shook it off.

"Hey Tech, your baby sister is really something," the Beast leaned forward, speaking to Lord Tech, who was still staring at Aiden.

Lord Tech shook his head, calm, unreadable. Surely he wasn’t harboring any ill thoughts about his sister.

"Hey Tech, you heard me, right?" the Beast said. His gaze flicked strangely, sharp and heavy, like the type he gave his enemies before reducing them to ashes.

Lord Tech gave him a calm look, then turned his attention to his sister. Of course, what else could one expect from her? She was his baby sis after all. Still even Lord tech had to admit Clara was on another level entirely.

It seemed the trial was nearly over, and Ronan might leave unscathed. Just as the Beast relaxed, the air in the courtroom thickened. The Undying Flame’s gaze turned cold.

"No," he said, voice cutting through like ice. "Not all cases have been settled. There’s still the matter of Buster... and my kid brother."

His words left the courtroom frozen. He wasn’t going to let Ronan off unless every question about Buster’s death—and his own brother—was answered. All the evidence pointed to Ronan having ended Buster... and possibly Blazer as well.

Clara had just finished with another accuser. The rest of the liars had rushed forward, confessing their crimes themselves, hoping that by admitting guilt, they could soften the punishment. Each confession was another thread in the web of truth she had woven.

When the last accuser finally stepped back, Clara turned to Ronan. A calm nod. Everything was falling into place. Evidence of Ronan’s good deeds, his contributions in stopping cursed serums, his role in dismantling a vile organization—surely he would be spared.

Clara faced the judge, ready to present her proof. Her gaze was steel, her voice calm, prepared to speak.

But a voice cut through her.

"No. Not all accusers are fake."

A man stepped forward. Curly brown hair, calm, almost serene face, dressed in a rich, icy-blue coat. Handsome. Confident. A small, knowing smile tugged at his lips.

"I have evidence that proves this Ronan Steele is indeed a monster," he said, voice smooth, deliberate. Clara’s face tightened. His name hadn’t appeared in her list of accusers.

The man bowed slightly to the judge, then to the High S-Ranker. He ignored the A6, the Tryst Guild—they didn’t matter to him. He gave respect to the human leader, Sir Mason, and the rest, then raised his head.

"I have evidence that will expose the Exterminator, unmask the veil Lady Mason is trying to cast over all of you," he said. A small metallic device in his hand clicked, and he activated a video player. A large, vivid projection lit up the air, replaying a recent incident.

Ronan’s gaze remained calm as he looked at the video.

Then something shifted.

Confusion flashed across his face. Then disbelief. His brow furrowed. His lips pressed into a thin line.

"That..." he said, voice trembling with visible disbelief. "That’s a lie."

To be continued.