"They are indeed admirable warriors."
In the Hall of Wrongs and Wrongs, Four Seasons' Echo put down the document in her hand and looked at the 178 Undead in front of her.
After Eight-cloud Ink reestablished the rules of the world, these people had finally achieved their long-cherished wish. After their long-tensed nerves relaxed, they all passed away at the same time.
"Their achievements … are admirable!"
It was rare for Eight-cloud Ink to see Four Seasons' Echo praise mortals so obviously.
As the Judge of the Paradise who insisted on [Absolute Fairness] and could not tolerate even a grain of sand in her eyes, few humans or monsters were perfect in Four Seasons' Echo's eyes.
Even Eight-cloud Ink, who thought that she had not done anything evil after being reincarnated as a monster, could only get a passable evaluation from Four Seasons' Echo. Eight-cloud Ink had ten thousand reasons to believe that she had crossed the boundary between life and death from time to time as a living person to go to the Underworld, where only the dead could go. This behavior was simply unforgivable in Four Seasons' Echo's eyes.
"So, how do you plan to sentence them, Lord Four Seasons?"
Eight-cloud Ink, who was sitting on the seat of honor below, raised her head and asked.
Four Seasons' Echo suddenly laughed. "What do you think? I want to see how you think these people should be sentenced. You know what they did, don't you? They used all kinds of methods and sacrificed everything except their lives to bring ten years of peace to their own race. If you did not appear, they could even achieve the great feat of stopping the war in that world. "
Eight-cloud Ink thought for a while, looked at the Undead in front of her, and suddenly said, "How about … keeping them all?"
"Keep them?"
"Didn't Lord Four Seasons say that? The workload in the Hall of Wrongs and Wrongs is getting heavier and heavier. You also need assistants, right? It's a good choice for these people to stay and help. How about asking them for their opinions? "
"… Okay."
Thinking that there were more and more worlds under her direct jurisdiction, and that Xiao Ting and Sikong Mo were too unreliable, Four Seasons' Echo agreed to Eight-cloud Ink's plan.
Four Seasons' Echo closed her eyes and began to use her ability to communicate with the Undead directly.
Not long after, she opened her eyes again and revealed a smile.
"Not bad. 108 of them are willing to stay. The rest want to continue reincarnating."
Just like that, countless years later, the [108 Ghost Kings directly under the Hall of Truth and Wrongs] were born.
Then, Eight-cloud Ink looked at the Undead at the front.
It was Liku.
After death, the souls of ordinary mortals would not be able to maintain the same appearance as when they were alive. Instead, they would appear like a will-o '-the-wisp.
However, Eight-cloud Ink could still clearly distinguish who was who.
"As for Liku … Didn't we agree to let him and Zhu Bi reincarnate together? By the way, Lord Four Seasons, is Zhu Bi's soul still around?"
Four Seasons Echo nodded.
"Then … let them go to an ordinary human world. How about the world where Fantasyland was before it became independent?"
It was an ordinary world that did not seem to have anything special on the surface, and the technological level seemed to have stopped at the level of Eight-cloud Ink before he reincarnated.
"Alright, as a reward for their contributions, they will be together in their next life …"
Lord Four Seasons suddenly revealed a smile that made Eight-cloud Ink feel strange.
"We will definitely be together. We definitely … can't be separated."
⑧
Out of trust in Four Seasons Echo, Eight-cloud Ink did not pay too much attention to the reincarnation of Liku and Zhu Bi. After dealing with the Undead, Eight-cloud Ink returned to Disebold with the souls of the Undead who were killed in the apocalyptic disaster caused by the process of seizing the Star Cup.
"Then, it's time for you to return to your loved ones."
As soon as he entered this world, Eight-cloud Ink once again felt the feeling of [What I think is the law].
"You should not have died, but you were innocently killed. Now, all of you will be reborn."
As soon as he spoke, the Undead in front of him all returned to their previous forms in the light.
After all the creatures bowed to Eight-cloud Ink, they were reborn and returned to their original place under the guidance of a mysterious force.
Then, Eight-cloud Ink sat alone on the thick root that protruded from the ground under the Jianmu tree.
"The Star Cup has merged with this Jianmu tree, which is a projection."
With his back against the trunk of the Jianmu tree, Eight-cloud Ink closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The fresh and sweet air stimulated his heart and lungs.
Then, when he opened his eyes, a complicated geometric pattern flashed in his pupils.
Everything in the world changed subtly in Eight-cloud Ink's eyes.
The feeling he had when he was in the Fantasy Village, the feeling of standing outside the painting and looking at the scenery in the painting appeared once again.
He looked at the sky above his head.
"Rain."
— — A light drizzle immediately appeared nearby.
"Wind."
The wind rose, whistling and raging.
"Stop."
Then the wind stopped and the rain stopped, as if nothing had happened.
Eight-cloud Ink couldn't help but laugh, and he suddenly became playful.
"Fish!"
Fish began to fall from the sky …
"What a big fish!"
So the fish became bigger.
"Tiger-striped shark!"
There was no such thing as a tiger-striped shark in this world, but Eight-cloud Ink said so, so there was one.
Sharks with tiger stripes on their bodies kept falling from the sky.
"Pie in the sky!"
"Oil, bullet, steel, aluminum!"
"Firewood, rice, oil, and salt!"
"Fried tofu!"
"Gold coins!"
"Soy sauce!"
"Moral integrity!"
…
When Eight-cloud Ink, who was having fun, came back to his senses, a large area with the Jianmu tree as the center was filled with all kinds of messy things.
Looking at the countless tiger-striped sharks lying in the sea of gold coins with fried tofu tails in their mouths, Eight-cloud Ink was speechless.
"Ah ha … Ah ha ha ha ha ha … I seem to have accidentally played too much …"
He clapped his hands, and all these strange things disappeared in an instant.
When the world returned to normal, Eight-cloud Ink finally began to seriously understand his current state.
He couldn't accurately describe it with words, but he was convinced that he was now the embodiment of the basic rules of the world.
All the complex rules evolved from the basic rules could be modified or deleted at will by him.
Eight-cloud Ink even found that if he wanted to, he could accelerate the world's timeline in an instant. It wouldn't be a problem for the world to pass thousands of years in the blink of an eye.
"But … it seems that time can't be reversed? No, it's not that time can't be reversed, it's that time can't be reversed to before I became the only God … "
After making time go forward and then reverse countless times, Eight-cloud Ink found that he couldn't reverse time to the state before the end of the war.
"It seems that the appearance of the Star Cup is the demarcation point, and the whole world's timeline has been cut into two parts. The previous part is not within my control …"
"Well, it's not a big problem anyway."
He clapped his hands and put this problem to the back of his mind. Eight-cloud Ink stood up from the root of the Jianmu tree.
"It seems that it will take a lot of time to master the full use of these rules … Well, in that case …"
Time acceleration.
The time between Discord and the Fantasy Country began to misplace.
Then, Eight-cloud Ink turned around, turned into light spots, and merged into the Jianmu tree.
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