"It really was annoying. It seemed incapable of letting anyone else have their way, far too self-centered."
Kitty's praise did little to improve Su Ming's mood. He walked up to the judgment platform without much interest and swept the gray-white remnants of the scales off the table with one hand, sending them clattering across the floor.
"It was about to die anyway. Would it have killed it to let me slash it a few times for fun? Did it have to commit suicide? I didn't get any sense of satisfaction at all. What a damn beast."
The weapon had already been drawn. The Lightsaber had been thirsting to cut down some Concept Manifestations, but the Court's self-destruction had been too decisive. It was faster at passing judgment on itself than on others, and as always, it carried out its sentence without the slightest flexibility.
It really gave off the impression of an artificial idiot, or an excessively rigid set of regulations. In any case, it did not seem like a living thing.
Still, complaints aside, the Court was undeniably something with principles. Those very principles had been used to kill it just now. If they had truly fought head-on, Su Ming could still have won, but it would have taken more effort and quite a bit more paint.
After all, the Eye of God was still peeping at them. The more cards he revealed, the more that old man might learn.
Su Ming had used his brain instead.
From what had happened in the past, it was clear that under the Origin Court's simple rules, mistakes had to be punished.
A court, by its very name, naturally existed to punish errors.
The severity of the punishment depended on how serious it was in a certain respect. For example, errors that