"Chief Judge, you must defeat the evil Black King and lead us to the New World!"
"That's right! Defeat the Black King and go to the New World!"
Faced with the crowd's cheers and expectations, the Chief Judge continued smiling, his expression growing ever gentler.
"They really are... a bunch of damned wretches."
The cheers faltered slightly, and bewilderment and confusion appeared on everyone's faces.
"Chief Judge, what... what did you just say?"
"Did the Chief Judge just say we deserved to die?"
"Bullshit! The Chief Judge is the greatest good man in the world. He founded the Silent Court to punish evil and uphold justice, and now he's resisting the Black King to protect us. How could he possibly say something like that? You must have misheard!"
"Right, right, right. I must have imagined it."
When people were unwilling to face reality, they loved deceiving themselves.
They chattered over one another, deceiving each other, then smiled in satisfaction.
But in the next moment, their self-deceiving lies were mercilessly shattered.
"I can barely hold myself back. I really want to kill all of you." The gentle voice rang out again.
This time, the crowd fell deathly silent.
"Qilin Marshal came to his senses before he died, yet trash like you are still immersed in your beautiful dreams." The Chief Judge's smile remained unchanged, but there was not the slightest hint of amusement in his eyes—only icy coldness.
"The Black King saved you, yet you don't know gratitude. Instead, you keep talking about pursuing happiness? You are nothing but humanoid creatures blinded by desire."
The smile on his face slowly vanished, replaced by bone-piercing indifference.
"You want me to take you to the New World? Are you worthy?"
He glanced at his watch again. "Two minutes left. In two minutes, I