Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 662

The courtroom plunged into silence.

"No! She wouldn't!" Vivienne's voice rang out with absolute conviction. "If she were unlucky, she might wound one or two before they ripped her only weapon away from her. And then? She'd just become another 'victim' in the prosecutor's next case file. I didn't do this for fun. My sole intention was to save lives."

"If you watched the video, you'd know I initially aimed for non-lethal areas. I only went for headshots when two of them tried to rush me. If I was just there for the thrill of the kill, why would I have put myself in such extreme danger?"

It was a flawless argument. The law student on the jury was already nodding along, deeply empathetic to the situation.

"Objection! The defendant is manipulating the facts," the prosecutor snapped. "After the two men were killed, the others were completely incapacitated. Yet the defendant continued to fire and encouraged the hostage to do the same. The prosecution's charges are focused entirely on that subsequent behavior."

A moment ago, he had confidently defended his right to call the rapists 'victims', but now he was carefully referring to them as 'men'. Clearly, he realized that human emotion carried just as much weight as legal jargon.

Vivienne let out a scoff, turning to face the bench. "Your Honor, members of the jury. I want to ask you all a question. Do you believe that physical injuries are the only kind of harm that exists?"

The jury exchanged uneasy glances. The psychiatrist looked as though he wanted to speak, but considering the setting, he ultimately kept his mouth shut.

Vivienne stood up tall, her dark eyes blazing with an unyielding intensity. "My grandfather taught me from a young age to never bend my knees, because a girl's dignity is her life. Couldn't you see it? The girl I saved managed to avoid physical violation, but her spirit had been utterly shattered!"

"Physical trauma isn't the only violence! The psychological agony is what truly kills you. Look at the statistics for survivors of similar crimes. How many of them? One year, two years, a decade later, and they are still trapped in that nightmare. Their physical wounds healed a long time ago, but they never get better. Why? Because their souls withered away in that room."

Her words—"What is so wrong with being a superhero for just one hour? Is a one-hour superhero truly guilty beyond redemption?"—sent shockwaves across Athelvia.

The chaotic comment sections online unified instantly, a sea of red text flooding every screen:

-[Support Superhero Vivienne Lexton!]

Half a minute after she finished speaking, the courtroom remained completely still.

Judge Gresham was deeply moved. She felt as though she had been transported thirty years into the past. Back then, investigating her own daughter's murder, she had infiltrated the school and hired hackers to wiretap the suspects. When she finally caught the killer, the justice system only gave him a ten-year sentence for manslaughter. With probation and good behavior, her daughter's life was deemed worth exactly one year and three months.