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On the huge screen, bloodshot red text appeared.
[Seven great sins, the so-called deadly sins. Before Breaking Dawn finally comes, you must purge them.]
[You have two options: to be judged, or to become a human judge who judges others.]
“Everyone here has chosen to become a destroyer judge. To become a judge, to hold the status of a noble judge, you must be appointed to cleanse all your own dirty deeds.”
[If you succeed through the 7th round, you will achieve your best—the rank of High Judge.]
“After clearing all the sins, the Judge will receive exclusive privileges. Only the Judge, after being completely purified, is granted this. The pure soul, from now on, is no longer bound by the body of the players. You may choose to become an NPC, or simply leave the game forever.”
Someone in the crowd raised his hand: “Let me ask something!”
The fat rabbit stopped.
He timidly asked, “Does that mean I’m the only one who needs to do this? Will the Judge get to go home?”
“Not only can you go home,” said the fat rabbit, “but more than that—you can become a transcendent being.”
“To be transcendent?”
The fat rabbit replied, “Yes, exactly. It’s beyond the realm of possibility, beyond the common sense of the little creatures here. A noble being in a human body—great Justice.”
Another person raised his hand: “Excuse me!”
The fat rabbit gestured for him to speak.
He pointed to the central circle where the thrones were: “Why are they sitting on the throne?”
The question was bold, and the hall immediately fell silent.
The old group of players standing in the small floating circles also made a commotion.
Somewhere out of sight of the players, there was a giant screen displaying a view of the entire hall. Red comments flashed across the screen, lines of text running beneath it:
[Newbie is a newbie.]
[Did he just point his finger at Count Michell? Are you even respectful? How dare he!]
[How dare you point at my mermaid goddess! Goddess, I love you!]
[Beatrix doesn’t even care about that guy. He’s busy chatting. There’s already drama with Bridget.]
[I’m not asking for two pictures...]
[Mr. Bridget is as beautiful as ever, just like His Majesty, my lord.]
The comments on the screen continued in a frenzy:
[Please kneel and lick Mr. Bridget.]
[That’s a good one. That one’s mine from now on. Please kneel. I want Beatrix!]
[Why are they so attractive after all this time? When will they all get together?]
[Shut up! How many are you aiming for? Like my husband?]
[We haven’t even started the first round yet. Save some energy, my friend! It’s been a while since I’ve seen a newbie, and suddenly I’m excited, hehe.]
[I know everyone starts as a newbie, but every time I see a newbie, I don’t know why I get annoyed. Am I just mean?]
[He knows he’s good.]
[Don’t hate all newbies just because some are dumb, man. Not only newbies—old-timers talk a lot but hate to see their own graves too.]
[Why isn’t anyone talking about Bridget touching the umbrella? What’s with the waist thing?]
[Sigh… Me too! Unfortunately, I didn’t see because the camera was wide. That’s what you two said, but Bridget was so close to me.]
This time, rather than discussing the death that just occurred, people were more focused on Phedra Henry and Bridget George. They were being watched.
[Who’s No.1 x Newbie?]
[Let’s go, man! Let’s see what happens!]
[They’re not afraid of falling! No.1 x No.3 is real.]
[My OTP is so real.]
[Hahaha, No.1 and No.3 are overwhelming!]
[Beatrix’s harem fans are delusional and argumentative. Can you help me? Your Beatrix is always flirting with Mr. Bridget all day. Blame yourself, what’s wrong with you?]
[What are you even saying?]
[Why are you shipping everyone? What are you planning?]
Now the chat was turning into a full-blown OTP war.
[Don’t argue here, are you really going to fight?]
[I’m telling you! You want a 3P? People forget the time. Did Beatrix call the newbie “you and me”? I swear, my ears melted!]
[I remember! He stopped at his ear and kissed them. I know!]
[They’re so shameless…]
As the commotion grew louder, the new players all shared the same question about the Seven Splendid Kings.
The rabbit cleared his throat, signaled for silence, and said: “As you can see, all players have the same status, except for the seven special players called the Seven Thrones above. These seven are called the Seven Thrones: Pride, Wrath, Greed, Sloth, Gluttony, Envy, and l**t. Players will be judged on whether they are qualified to sit in the seven special seats. The seat owner can change—the final result is based on the evaluation of the system and the seven princes.”
“Seven princes?”
The rabbit nodded, “The seven sinners are protected by the seven princes of Hell. Before each round begins, the seven will receive hints about their own sins.”
Everyone glanced at the empty No.2 seat together.
Getting a hint means your survival chances in the round go up.
When a newcomer hears a hint, they’re shocked; the old players’ eyes turn red.
The hall went quiet again.
“With the first option, if the Judge decides to stay as an NPC, he will receive the right to design a world. The game world designed by the Judge himself will be of SSR difficulty. This is a privilege for Judges—whether the world is extremely easy or hellishly hard, it’s up to the Judge to decide, and the Judge will be master of that world. Players entering the world must ask the Judge to play the role of judge, and everything else is under the Judge’s jurisdiction. In addition, after each round ends, the system will give a reward corresponding to the Judge’s contribution.”
“As the second option, the Judge can leave the game forever, becoming completely free, but will not receive any reward. Because after returning to the real world, the system cannot guarantee the Judge will remain pure, or whether he will fall into corruption again. Only in the game world can the Judge’s innocence be trusted—true, eternal purity.”
The screen split in half. One side radiated a spectacular halo:
[Success: By the grace of the Great Fire Judge, you have the chance to design the ring and create a world, becoming a righteous judge to judge sinful souls on the Last Judgment Day and banish them to the Mount of Hell forever.]
The other side was pitch black, with blood-red letters standing out, accompanied by a distant ringing and a faint, sorrowful cry:
[Failure: Judged.]
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