Chapter 136: An Omega Is Worth Than Me?!

Vincent summoned every wolf with a howl. It was no ordinary call, but a powerful command that compelled each and every wolf to move, leaving them no choice in the matter.

Bryce and Vincent sat together in a room resembling a courtroom. Using his powers, Bryce drew an enormous spiral across the floor and named the room The Spiral.

The name carried a meaning he wanted everyone to understand: what you had done in the past would eventually come back to haunt you.

Bryce needed them to understand that their actions had consequences, and none of them could escape facing what they had done.

The palace was soon packed with thousands of people, all sick and helpless under the effects of the wrath. Agatha remained outside to coordinate their entry, allowing them to enter one by one in the order they arrived.

As promised, Bryce could see through each person before they even had the chance to speak. He could sense their remorse, or the absence of it, without needing to hear a single explanation.

He had initially believed that people were suffering needlessly, but after examining nearly half of those who had arrived, he realized that many of them genuinely deserved what they were experiencing.

Those whose offenses were not that serious and could be forgiven, and who promised to live righteously from that moment onward, were given a chance.

Bryce promised to relieve their suffering after one week.

He had not encountered anyone who truly regretted their actions yet, and even the offenses he considered forgivable had caused devastating harm.

Those with more serious cases, including murder for power or other reasons, sexual, physical, emotional, and psychological abuse, and other grave offenses, were treated differently if they remained defiant and showed no intention of changing their ways.

Bryce used his mind-controlling powers to compel them to walk straight into the dungeons.

Even when some of them expressed regret, Bryce had already decided that he would send them to the dungeons.

After seeing the full extent of what those people had done, he was so horrified that he resolved never to let them out. They would die there. He never wanted to see them again.

Next, the older man with whom Bryce felt a parental bond dragged himself into the room.

For a moment, Bryce felt as though his heart had stopped. He tried to remain calm and composed, but the sight of the man made it impossible for him to maintain his usual composure.

"Are you okay?" Vincent asked, sensing his discomfort.

"Yeah," Bryce answered rigidly.

The man stood within the spiral, struggling to remain upright just like everyone else who had entered before him.

Unlike the others, however, he kept his eyes fixed on Bryce. Even through the pain consuming him, his attention seemed entirely focused on him, as if he could hardly believe that Bryce was truly alive.

Bryce could find no other wrongdoing in the man’s past beyond his failure to stand up to his wife and assert his rightful place within the family.

That weakness had led him to accept the announcement of his child’s death as though it were merely another matter his wife expected him to accept.

Even when the news troubled him, he had allowed her to have her way and let the matter go.

The weight of that failure was tormenting the man deeply. He felt worthless and foolish, painfully aware of how badly he had failed.

At last, he lowered his eyes and refused to look at Bryce again, as though he could no longer bear to face the son he had failed so terribly in the past.

A tear fell to the floor.

Bryce flinched, feeling the man’s emotions as acutely as though they were his own.

"I was stupid," the man finally admitted, his voice barely audible.

"I don’t even deserve forgiveness," he added, his voice breaking.

Bryce was dumbfounded.

Everyone who had entered the room had asked to be forgiven, even those who clearly felt no genuine remorse for their actions. This man, however, stood before him insisting that he did not deserve forgiveness.

Bryce closed his eyes briefly before relieving the man of his pain. The moment it subsided, the man straightened, staring at Bryce with a mixture of surprise and confusion.

He did not leave at once. Instead, he remained where he was, seemingly waiting for Bryce to say something.

"You’re free to leave."

The man hesitated, visibly dissatisfied, before finally complying. He gave Bryce a slight bow as he turned to leave.

The next two people to enter were the younger women Bryce had encountered earlier that day, apparently, his sisters.

Their offenses had not been particularly cruel, but they had knowingly done things they understood to be wrong.

Among them was the way they looked down on their sister, following the example their mother had set for them, along with other seemingly minor acts they now genuinely regretted. After assessing their actions, Bryce extended their suffering to two days.

When the next person entered, Bryce began to wonder whether his apparent family had decided to come in together, one after another.

He wished they would give him a break.

Leah stood in the spiral, her gaze shifting between Bryce and Vincent. The anger on her face was unmistakable, even through the agony wracking her body.

"Everything I did, my lord, was because of how my mother mistreated me. She made me feel worthless with every breath I took. You can testify to that. You know what she does to her children once she decides they’re worthless." Her voice strained as she spoke, the pain making each word harder to deliver.

But Bryce could hear far more than the words leaving her mouth. Beneath her strained voice, her thoughts seethed with resentment.

’What did I do to the Moon Goddess for her to make me the only worthless one in the family? Even this male Omega is worth more than me now? I’ll kill him. I’ll kill everyone who thinks they’re better than me. I’d even kill that goddess if I had the chance.’

Bryce could hardly believe what he was hearing. Even as the goddess’s wrath tormented her, Leah’s thoughts remained consumed by hatred and a desire for revenge.

He could understand how their mother’s treatment had made Leah feel worthless. Living under the cruelty of a woman who measured her children’s worth and treated them accordingly could leave deep wounds.

But Leah had allowed her emotions to dictate her actions. She had killed her own mate, consulted witches, manipulated Vincent, and continued to harbor murderous intentions toward others, including Bryce himself.

Her hatred extended even to the Moon Goddess, whom she would kill if given the opportunity.

That kind of anger was too dangerous to leave unchecked. Bryce was here to purge the world of its problems, and Leah had made it painfully clear that she was one of them.