"Very well." Night Cherry Tangle nodded. "You think it's unfair."
The next moment, a nearly imperceptible black shadow extended from beneath Night Cherry Tangle's feet. It crossed a hundred meters in an instant and wrapped around Debate of Truth.
Debate of Truth stiffened, unable to react before it was too late.
Then Night Cherry Tangle spoke again, his voice carrying the cold indifference of a judge.
"Three days ago, in Mist Forest, you ambushed and killed your teammate Chasing Wind in the Wind to steal a stalk of Phantomlight Grass."
"Five days ago, you tricked a new player into giving you all his savings for a piece of basic equipment."
"Ten days ago, at Black Stone Fortress, you deliberately provoked a high-level monster and got a five-person party wiped out, just so you could loot their dropped equipment."
With every accusation, Debate of Truth's face grew paler.
By the time Night Cherry Tangle finished the third, the mage had gone deathly white and was trembling like a leaf.
The surrounding players stared at him as though they'd seen a ghost. They backed away, putting distance between themselves and him.
"The Main God protects the land and people of Yan Country."
Night Cherry Tangle's voice turned cold.
"But the Main God's gifts will never fall upon trash like you, who turn their blades on their own people."
As his words fell, the shadow tightened abruptly.
Debate of Truth let out a piercing scream. Wisps of black smoke rose from his body, as though something were being forcibly torn away.
[System Notice: Player "Debate of Truth" has violated the prohibitions of the End Court. All attributes permanently reduced by 30%! Experience gain permanently reduced by 50%!]
A blood-red system notice appeared in the sight of every player in the square.