'Bad—we need to go! Now!'
The three players' pupils contracted sharply. Hearts sinking, they imdiately reached for their lifesaving asures. Big Cat surged forward in front of Cheng Shi with a low growl and shifted back into bear form, unleashing the full, boundless power of her dual-faith, attempting to shelter both her Prosperity and her friend beneath Order's judgnt.
Order was not the sort to be moved by a sinner's friendship and withhold its verdict. Everyone present saw a single streak of violet light ignite the night sky—daylight seed to descend for one blinding instant—and then a world-ending boom shook the Supre Court to its foundations.
Judgnt had been handed down. The guilty would be destroyed!
The thunderbolt detonated right before his eyes. Even Cheng Shi—who lived alongside lightning daily—was stunned senseless. This Lightning Punishnt dwarfed the final judgnt from Order's trial by magnitudes. Under the radiance of its light alone, all thought of resistance evaporated. Even sohow, amid the roar, an involuntary urge to repent crept in.
'It's over. We went too far!'
Even Li Jingming had lost his composure. He tried to pull his last resort from storage, but... spaceti had been frozen!
Only for an instant—but after that instant, the blasphers would be annihilated within this dream. Even if the imprisoned spaceti was released in the next second, it would already be too late.
The Dragon King's face was rigid as stone. Never, since the Faith Ga's inception, had he encountered a lethal crisis of this caliber—brought about directly by a god.
No solution. Just because he'd been one fraction of a second too slow, the situation was now an unsolvable death trap.
All three could practically sll death closing in.
But at that very instant—the mont the thunderbolt nearly grazed the tip of Big Cat's nose at the forefront—the entire dreamscape froze again!
This ti, it wasn't just spaceti that was immobilized. Everything was. Even the Lightning Punishnt itself—even the "Order" that had rendered its verdict—was locked in place by an eerie, intertwining force.
The charging thunder hung right before her eyes. Plasma fragnts grazed past her eyelashes. Hong Lin's eyeballs were locked in place; the terror in her heart scread at her to swallow, but aside from her consciousness, there was not a single part of her body that could move.
The sa went for Li Jingming. He could feel the web-like electrical discharge from the Lightning Punishnt piercing through the hems of his robe, crawling across the fabric toward his entire body. Yet he couldn't even constrict his pupils—frozen in place alongside the thunder, his heart quaking, certain that the next second would bring total obliteration.
As for Cheng Shi... he was doing comparatively well.
Shielded behind both of them, he still had so distance from the lightning. But his consciousness was equally in disarray—not from the terror of impending electrocution, but from what he'd just witnessed: three pairs of star-like eyes, opening simultaneously above Order's head!
One pair: mischievous and mocking. One pair: cold as an arctic abyss. And one pair... ancient beyond reckoning.
Deceit. Fate. mory!
In this single mont, three gods had descended at once, each rescuing their own follower.
Order detected the arrival of the three deities. It instantly broke free of the multi-layered bindings across reality and illusion, its pages turning as it gazed upward at the trio. It produced a sound no mortal had ever heard—a hum woven from the very fabric of universal law.
"The balance between Existence and Void should not manifest beneath my judgnt and verdict. You... have overstepped."
"Pfft—" The upturned, mischievous eyes let out a contemptuous snicker. The star-points within them flickered rapidly. "Old fossil. I think you're really past your pri. You still believe you're the Order that conquered the universe?
The one in the Convention I can't ss with. But you...
Hee~
How about a fight? Whoever's fist is bigger, gets to call the shots. What do you say?"
Order's pages flipped in a frenzy; its aura fluctuated for a long mont before it squeezed out a single sentence: "The Convention... must not be violated."
The mischievous eyes turned aningful. It nodded: "No-Brain really did rub off on you. This little underling of yours sure is loyal."
"..." The room fell silent. Deceit's outrageous remark left everyone speechless.
Seeing no one taking the bait, the eyes swiveled toward the pair etched with the weight of ancient history and asked:
"How interesting. Void sensed its followers' 'devotion' and ca to protect Void's walkers. But you belong to Existence. What are you doing here?
Don't tell
you lost your mories and can't find your way ho? Hmm?"
mory ignored Deceit entirely. Instead, it gazed with evident interest at Fate beside it.
"If the one who writes destiny constantly rewrites the direction of what is destined, can destiny still be called destiny?"
The cold, star-like eyes—devoid of joy or sorrow—flicked a glance at mory and answered with frigid indifference:
"Whether sothing is destined or not, Existence does not get to decide. Even Ti cannot engage
as an equal on this subject. Let alone you."
mory heard this and didn't argue. It simply nodded in silence.
"And you—why did you co?" Fate turned toward Deceit.
Deceit blinked innocently:
"Are you deaf?
Oh right, I suppose that makes sense—after all, you're just a pair of eyes. It's normal if you can't hear clearly.
No wonder so mortals blasphe you so freely and you never hear it. I used to think you were just pretending.
But it turns out you really can't hear?
Strange though—if you can't hear, why do you keep calling to tell
soone's looking for ?
The universe sure is wondrous. Deaf and not-deaf are in superposition."
"..."
As the two Void gods began their civil war, mory quietly retreated one step. Even Order—the de facto host—maintained its silence, as if the unfolding drama no longer had anything to do with its judgnt.
"You want a fight?" The cold eyes grew colder still.
"Why wouldn't I?
But—do you have the ti?"
The mischievous eyes grew ever more mirthful. The spirals within them spun noticeably faster, the star-points dazzling ever brighter.
Fate was stunned into silence. That cold gaze swept over every god present, then lowered to where Cheng Shi and the others stood. A cold snort. A single blink. And it vanished from the divine assembly.
And vanishing alongside it—the dumbfounded Cheng Shi.
This sovereign of the eras had simply taken its follower and left—right under Order's nose.
Order said nothing. Did nothing.
Deceit, witnessing this, chuckled softly and turned aningfully toward Order:
"Take care of yourself, old fossil. You really ought to keep up with the tis. Otherwise... you're going to get left behind."
And with that, Deceit vanished too—and casually took along... the Dragon King.
Yes. Deceit had snatched Li Jingming right out from under mory's nose, tossing back one final line:
"Well, well—who's the one who can't find their own follower, hmm?
Seems like too many mories aren't always a good thing. Easy to get them mixed up.
Hee~"
"..."
The scene beca exquisitely awkward. The two remaining gods and one mortal all shared the discomfort.
Hong Lin was completely stupefied. She'd never imagined her Benefactor would descend—only to save just one of its two followers. Worse, the lucky one rescued wasn't even her.
'Huh?'
'What happened to my good luck? What happened to being the Destined One? What happened to being Fate's darling?!'
'Gone?! Just like that?!'
mory shook its head with a sigh. It studied every mortal present, then nodded thoughtfully.
"Let us hope... that Obsessive Order is still Order."
With that, the ancient, weathered eyes dissolved into the air like history fading away—and took the unfortunate, luck-abandoned Big Cat with them.
Thus a farce drew to its close, and Order's judgnt reached its conclusion.
But what was there left to judge? The prisoners had already broken out.
The instant the three gods departed, spaceti finally normalized. But this was still a dreamscape—and so long as the drear hadn't awakened, the history, or rather the mory, would continue unfolding.
Having lost its targets of judgnt, the Iron Law drifted back to its rightful place in the High Pavilion, calm as if nothing had happened.
A single mortal who'd broken into the Supre Court wasn't worth the personal attention of a god's judgnt.
The field of Iron Law Knights and devout Order faithful, having watched their Benefactor raise the hamr of judgnt high only to let it fall gently, were thoroughly bewildered.
In the end, it was Grand Executioner Artair who stepped forward and proclaid in a deep voice:
"Praise be to Order. He has shown sufficient rcy. Yet blasphemy cannot be forgiven lightly. Guards—escort the criminal to the Howling Iron Prison, to await...
the next judgnt!"
"Sir!"
The knights sward the still-cursing blaspher, who was craning his neck and hurling invective at the Grand Tribunal, and hauled him away.
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