"Damn it, how could this happen?"
At that moment, the white-haired man trapped by the seal glared viciously at the system prompt before him, gritting his teeth.
Fang Zheng did not really understand what the earlier system prompt meant, but the white-haired man understood it perfectly. Yet what he found most incomprehensible was—[Crime Severity: Severe].
[Final Judgment] required both sides to jointly determine five categories: era, background, power restrictions, and divine core.
Simply put, it was like two people teaming up to play a Civilization map. They first had to decide whether to start from the Dark Ages or the modern era, whether resources would be abundant or scarce, whether there would be settings such as Barbarian tribes, and so on.
So the question was, who got to decide these settings? It could not possibly be that the two players had to fight outside first, and whoever won got the final say.
That depended on the severity of the crime.
If the crime severity was low, the judged party could choose two or three of the four core categories, while the Order Imprint would randomly lock in the rest.
But if the crime severity was high, things were different. The judged party could choose at most one or two categories, and more importantly—the remaining categories would automatically be set by the other party rather than the system.
Obviously, if the other side set everything in their own favor, there would be no point in fighting. He might as well wait to die. After all, this kind of death judgment only ended when one side died. If neither side died, they would be imprisoned forever in that prison world, never able to leave again.
However, that was precisely the problem for the white-haired man.
He had naturally seen through Fang Zheng's