Since ancient times, humans have had a question to which they have been unable to find a specific answer: What is justice?
Some answered that it is the act that leads to the spread of goodness and the prevention of evil from existing. Others considered it to be merely an absurd and baseless thing as it is a relative concept, but the real question, apart from the concept, is: How do we apply this alleged justice?
There are those who demand the erasure of evil in order to achieve justice, there are those who demand the creation of laws to maintain justice, there are those who demand adherence to morality to maintain justice, all of them are answers based on many logical assumptions, but the strange thing is that a certain ten-year-old child thought about the answer in a way... Completely different. Children usually have imaginations built on kindness and rosy ideas, but this child gave a completely different answer.
This child was sitting watching his favorite program on television, which talks about a strong hero who goes on strange adventures that end with the defeat of the main villain and goodness spreads to the world. The child watched all the episodes of this program until the end when he felt a strange feeling sweeping over him. He turned to his mother behind him and asked her: An innocent question.
"Is what the hero did justice?"
His mother replied with a slight smile: "That's true! He defeated the evil one and saved the world. This is true justice!"
The child heard the answer, but he was not satisfied. He felt a faint feeling of dissatisfaction and answered his mother:
"But good cannot be permanent! For example, I may be able to eat a diet made from vegetables for a long time, but I cannot bear to eat the same thing forever. In the end, I will turn the tables out of anger. Isn't that the same for the world?"
The mother gave a shocked look at her ten-year-old child's answer. She quickly started laughing loudly and playing with the child's black hair affectionately and asked:
"In that case, Geffrey, what is your explanation of justice?"
At that moment, he looked at the television, where the hero was placing his sword on the villain lying on the ground, and answered without the slightest hesitation:
"Maybe....oh! It's balance!"
The mother couldn't help but feel shocked at her young son's intelligence, so she tried to change the subject and told him to get up and eat lunch. The child grabbed his crutch, picked himself up, and headed to the dining table with a goal in mind that he wanted to achieve. He wanted to achieve balance in this world!
It was indeed a childish goal. Any adult would see that achieving balance is almost impossible because good and evil cannot be balanced, but this child did not think in this way just on a whim, but rather it was a real goal that he set in his sights!
Jeffrey grew up and reached the age of twenty, in a world where supernatural abilities were controlled. Jeffrey did not possess any of them, in addition to having a disability in his right leg, which made him among the scum of the world or what they call "worthless."
Strangely enough, Jeffrey did not care much about this matter. He devoted all his time and energy to one goal, which was how to achieve balance in this world, and the answer came to him very simply: since the good side is controlled and the evil side is not, then he must become the king of demons and Controlling all the evil people in this world, but it was an impossible goal due to his disability and inability, so he changed the plan to make himself the one controlling everything behind the scenes.
At the age of twenty, he began gathering people who thought like him and asked them to give him a chance. He took advantage of everything he had at his disposal: killing, threatening, seducing. Little by little, his organization grew and became full of powerful individuals in all fields.
Jeffrey did not possess abilities, but he possessed extraordinary intelligence, in addition to his photographic memory. He became an insatiable genius who understood in all fields, which made his future plans more harmonious and perfect. This made his followers feel safe and confident about their future with him.
At the age of twenty-five, Jeffrey became a special presence that could not be overlooked. The higher authorities became more careful with him and did not make any reckless moves towards him. With his intelligence and planning, he was able to control most areas: economics, politics, medicine, drugs, human trafficking, organ trade, and the black market. , the villains, he made his threads spread everywhere, making him invincible, and with reliable allies, Jeffrey finally began to implement his plans.
His plan was very simple. He would control the underworld and create a balance between good and evil. He would not cancel one or make one higher than the other. Rather, he would simply make the two harmonize so that the ratio of one would not be higher than the other.
Jeffrey faced many difficulties in the beginning, but he was not easy to reach. He killed everyone who got in his way and protected those next to him. He was considered a monster whose movements were impossible to predict. He had no specific place, no name or address, no wife or children. Not even a family, which is why he was called "the expat."
In the end, he achieved his goal partially at the age of thirty-seven. Strangely enough, as Jeffrey predicted, the world changed in an interesting way. The crime rate became constant, making the world relatively comfortable. The economy became more prosperous and science flourished. Wars became less widespread and continued. Down, it seemed as if good and evil were united. Instead of one hindering the other, the two became in a parasitic relationship, each dependent on the other and taking from him what he wanted. For Jeffrey, it was perfect!
But as they say, no matter what a person plans, he must leave something behind.
Jeffrey was standing on his crutch, looking at the world from the tenth floor of a luxury hotel. He smiled calmly, sipped a few sips of coffee, and sighed. At that moment, Jeffrey glimpsed a masked person in the reflection of the glass, and his eyes possessed a murderous intent that he could not restrain. Jeffrey continued to drink. He drank his coffee and turned towards the masked person, smiling faintly.
"It seems that even with a first-class guard I'm still in danger, sigh~" Jeffrey smiled and sat down on the sofa.
Jeffrey did not try to resist. He already knew that he would inevitably die, facing a masked killer who wiped out everyone inside the hotel without the slightest noise, just a disabled man with no ability can't do anything.
The masked man grabbed a long silver sword and slowly headed towards Jeffrey. The latter looked at him and snorted:
"Could you not kill me with a sword? At least leave me in one piece. I don't want to be remembered as someone who died with a head cut off. Use something more elegant, a gun for example!"
The masked man looked at him and seemed to be listening. He put his sword back in its sheath and took out a heavy pistol, then pointed it directly at Jeffrey's head. At that moment, the latter felt an unparalleled calmness. Despite pointing a pistol at his head, he was at ease. He continued sipping coffee until he finished his cup, and put it down. He sat elegantly at the table and sat down again on the sofa in a polite manner.
"Do you have any last words?" Finally the masked man spoke.
"A beautiful memory came to me. When I achieved my first success, I thought that I would live long enough to see the end of my dream, but after I experienced loss, I learned that I would probably not reach forty as I expected. I achieved my goal. I no longer have any regrets in this life. I will die now but my thought will remain. One day someone like me will come and the chain will be repeated over and over again. The concept of justice is truly...interesting!" Jeffrey laughed heartily before the bullet entered his skull.
The masked man disappeared, leaving Jeffrey's body to be discovered. His corpse still had a high temperature. At that moment, before Jeffrey's consciousness completely disappeared, he sighed lightly inwardly.
"If there was another life, would my goals be different from the past?"
"Hehehehehe, it will be more interesting." Jeffrey closed his eyes for the last time, letting out a victorious smile.
He died without any regrets, fulfilling what he dreamed of since his childhood. It was a very honorable death.
All the inhabitants of the Earth will remember him as a disabled person with no ability to control the course of the entire world and achieve his goal that included everyone.
Is there a more honorable death than this?
Jeffrey Anderson, was murdered.