All Scum Heroes Must Die
Nathan Beck was never meant to be a hero.
Life chewed him up, spat him out, and left him hollow. A ghost in his own skin, haunted by grief and disillusionment.
But death offered him something else:
A new viewpoint. And a question no one else was asking.
Now reborn as Hidesuke Shinohara, a forgotten, F-tier “hero” in the brutal world of Arc Zenith, he's granted an ominous, forbidden power: The Final Verdict System.
It doesn’t hand out points.
It doesn’t reward popularity.
It exists for one reason alone: To pass judgment on the heroes who think they’re untouchable.
In a world where saviors wear pretentious masks and villains are manufactured scapegoats, Hidesuke becomes the razor’s edge between false light and true shadow.
As he climbs the twisted hierarchy of power, surveillance, and illusion, his blade becomes justice.
As he hunts them one by one, his judgement zone carves truth into lies.
Every glyph burns a legacy.
Every sin carries a weight.
And justice—real justice—finally gets a voice.
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The alley was soaked, wall to wall with blood and rain.
C-tier Hero "Rot" slammed Hidesuke through a rusted vent, sending shards of metal skittering across the floor.
“You don’t get to judge me, you bastard!” he roared, face littered with ugly wounds and eyes wide with fury.
Hidesuke coughed, blood in his teeth, and pushed himself up.
“Thirty-five victims,” he rasped. “How many more must drown before you feel any remorse?”
Rot surged forward again, his palm bursting with hydroforce. Hidesuke didn't dodge.
All conditions were met. It was time to end this.
> “I bear witness.”
Then the world around them split in half.
Light scorched the pavement as the Judgment Zone warped reality, replacing every structure within the radius.
The rain stopped midair.
Sound bent in place.
Everything froze except Hidesuke—and Rot, now locked inside with him.
> “Violation of Article Nine.”
> “You turned their lungs into breeding sites for your filthy worms.”
Rot screamed, lunging again. But the chains found him first, wrapping around his legs, arms, throat. They hissed against his skin, burning through his armor and piercing his flesh.
> “Sin Weight: 46.”
> “Victim Count: 35.”
> “Verdict confirmed.”
Hidesuke walked toward him, limping slightly, voice steady.
> “They desperately begged you for air. Yet you used them like lifeless objects.”
> “Let this be your last breath.”
His hand closed around the final seal.
The glyphs flared red—then white.
Veil didn’t get a last word.
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