On the other side of countless subspaces, where the real world and illusion intersect, between the torrent of time and space.
After passing through the darkness and layers of clouds, a ray of light went straight up the stairs and finally disappeared into a high tower. Golden words were written on the stone slabs inside the tower.
“There is good news and there is bad news, which one do you want to hear?”
A burly man stood next to the stone slab, staring at the message [Serial No. 3998769] with his bright golden eyes, and spoke with a serious face.
There were two girls playing chess in the main hall. When they heard this, they said without looking back: "Bad news."
"Huh? Why do you want to hear the bad news first?"
"Keep it up, I'll beat you to death!" The red-haired woman slapped a black chess piece on the chessboard.
"Well, the good news is that the subspace of sequence number 3998769 has collapsed, and we no longer have to keep an eye on it. The bad news is that 3998769 has collapsed, and we have one less source of trust." The strong man sighed and said
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Hearing this, the two people who were playing chess didn't feel anything strange. The red-haired woman just asked again: "Did the abyss do it?"
"It seems to be an abyss... Well, it doesn't seem to be an abyss... Hiss, it seems to be an abyss again?"
"..."
The strong man muttered to himself for a long time, but no one responded to him. The two girls still slowly placed the chess pieces.
After a moment, he frowned again and said: "I figured it out, the abyss breath did appear in 3998769, but it was not the abyss that destroyed it. The subspace ended the gathering of trust power normally, but was blocked by other external forces when feeding back the data.
"
"What external force? I remember that 3998~769 are level three scripts, right? Which player has this power?" The red-haired woman held her chin and turned her head to look over there.
"Not a player." The strong man's voice suddenly became extremely heavy.
"What?"
Hearing his strange tone, the two people who were playing chess looked at each other and became a little more serious about it.
The strong man sighed: "It's the Lord God."
As soon as the words fell, the hall immediately became silent. It was truly quiet and soundless. Even the sounds of playing chess and breathing stopped.
After a while, the girl with long black hair and straight hair on the other side of the chessboard said softly: "We have nothing to do with the Lord God's affairs. Let the judge handle it himself."
Hearing this, the strong man's tone suddenly became even weirder: "Actually, when the subspace collapsed, the data was about to be uploaded to the Tower of Judgment, but it was intercepted midway. Just because of the special nature of 3998769, it was created by our sixth
It is directly managed by the Palace 12 Space Tower, so we can find the problem."
In other words, the information originally sent to them will also be intercepted.
"So the trial doesn't know anything yet?" the red-haired woman asked in a daze.
"It is estimated that the message sent to the Tower of Judgment was erased, but the other party cannot erase the authority of our sixth house!" the strong man said firmly.
"..."
"..."
The scene fell into silence again.
The red-haired woman recovered from her daze, put the chess piece in her mouth involuntarily, chewed it, and whispered, "So what happens now? Which of the four of them didn't like the trial, so they secretly made a stumbling block?"
The trial group was quite unlucky during this period. Problems occurred frequently in the script space. There were loopholes everywhere during the periodic data cleanup, so they were forced to work overtime to patch them.
I also heard that the Abyss has become more and more rampant recently, a large number of worlds have been invaded, and Judgment is almost being drained from everywhere!
And now I have to be kept in the dark. The more I think about it, the more pitiful I feel.
But the girl with long black hair shook her head and said: "Those people should not be so ignorant, and as 3998769 is the main source of trust for Tower 12, if there is a problem in that subspace, we will definitely know it."
As soon as she finished speaking, the girl was suddenly startled.
"There is news from my brother."
"What did Los say?" the red-haired woman asked next.
"He said that we don't need to pursue this matter. He already knows who did it, so he has to leave the Sixth House for a while. If those people ask, tell the truth. If they don't ask, don't take the initiative to tell them.
.”
"Can't you tell us?"
"Well, he has left... In addition, he also said that this kind of thing may happen frequently in the future..."
At the end of the sentence, the girl's expression was a little helpless.
The red-haired girl said enthusiastically: "It's so mysterious, but it doesn't even tell us? Hey, Wei, can you still see what happened in that subspace?"
"My surname is Dai." The strong man surnamed Dai shook his head: "I can't see it. The data was damaged when it was uploaded. It's all garbled."
"Tsk, tsk, I'm getting more and more curious, I really want to do something!"
"I advise you to be kind..."
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The subspace that collapsed due to the erosion of the abyss was not turned into a small ball, but around it was a void and chaotic cosmic space. There were countless large and small irregular gas pockets like fish bubbles in the space.
These air bags are connected to each other and vary in size and color. They are clustered together and guard the world in between.
Every small sphere is a subspace.
The twisted and weird dark atmosphere flows outside the space. They crazily collide with the walls of the space and penetrate inside, contaminating everything they encounter.
The subspace, which has been almost completely eroded by darkness, will be thrown to the outermost periphery to exert its last light and heat. If it can still be sustained, a protective line will be set up to turn it into an abyssal battlefield.
After all, subspace is also constructed by power. If you really let the abyss swallow it, it will be equivalent to constantly feeding the abyss.
"strangeness."
At this time, on a certain abyssal battlefield, Hajime held onto his weapon and looked at the application that had been rejected again with complete incomprehension.
After listening to what the strange player said, Hajime once again submitted an application to the headquarters to go to the world [No. ea1029392178] for processing. The reason given this time was to investigate the third-level abyss.
The result was still rejected!
He doesn't understand!
There has already been a level three abyss invasion in that world, so why not let him go over to investigate?
For this reason, Hajime carefully reviewed thousands of "Tower of Judgment" dispatch records and found that no other "Judgement" had settled in that world to investigate, so why not let him go?!
Is it because he is a player?
I thought about it blankly and began to feel a little aggrieved.
At this moment, a golden message suddenly popped up on his system panel.
[Tower of Judgment: No. ea1029392178. Submit exception (details). Whether player Themis accepts the dispatch. 】
The dispatch mission was actually sent over on its own initiative.
beginning:"……"
So why did you reject dozens of my applications before?!
It’s rare that I feel full of desire to complain.
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At the front end of the path to the Tower of Judgment, looking at the message displayed on the stone slab, the people standing next to it were silent for a long time.
"..."
I wanted to say something, but I really didn't want to say it.
After all, it created too many problems.
Moreover, that world has been touched by the abyss, and the order has begun to be chaotic. When such a situation occurs, no matter how hard we try to hide it, we cannot hide it from the "judgment" that controls the order of all things for long.
The visitor sighed softly and wrote a string of characters beside it, and then the characters turned into a stream of light and flew towards the Sixth Palace.
Judgment has already sent someone over. In this case, let them send someone over from the Sixth House themselves.
