The Holy Empire.
This was the area where the Frozen Hell erupted.
Although most of the monsters had been cleaned up, the ice and snow still remained.
The weather was also slowly changing.
Nighttime.
The slums.
Everyone who needed to rest had already rested.
Icy rain was falling from the sky, and the cold wind blew through the deserted streets, making whistling sounds.
The roads were slippery and slippery, almost no one was there.
On a night like this, you couldn't even find a target to rob.
The gang members had all retreated back to their nightclubs, casinos, bars, drinking themselves into oblivion.
In the dead end of the slums, a brand new, shiny machine suddenly appeared.
It looked like a vending machine, but also like a video game console.
The machine was jet black, with a large "1" painted on the side.
The Prayers Trial Machine.
It had been changed a bit.
Inside a layer of transparent glass, there were cans, snacks, and tightly packed instant lunch boxes filled to the brim.
For the starving poor people, this was undoubtedly a timely help.
In the past few minutes, two groups of homeless people and poor people had already tried to destroy it, trying to break the glass to get the food inside.
But the machine was still intact.
The homeless people were all lying on the ground, moaning in pain.
After they helped each other up and left, a group of teenagers appeared at the corner of the street.
"Look, they can't destroy that food machine" one of them said.
"Let's go, maybe we'll have to rely on it for tonight's dinner" another said.
They surrounded the pitch-black Prayers Trial Machine.
Destruction and attack began.
Every time they launched a ferocious attack, they would definitely suffer the same damage.
A few moments later, they were just like the two groups of homeless people from before, lying on the ground.
The Prayers Trial Machine was still intact.
"What the fuck, what the hell is this thing"
One of the teenagers rubbed his stomach and cursed.
His friends didn't say anything, only caring about the pain.
The Prayers Trial Machine suddenly let out a rumbling noise.
"Although you were rude before, since you asked, I'll tell you"
A burst of passionate music began to play.
"The God of Huang Quan was merciful, to satisfy the wishes of living beings, he created me"
"That's right, I am the Great Entertainer of the Old Gods"
"I am the Cold Prayers Trial Machine!"
Silence reigned.
The teenagers exchanged glances.
The machine can talk!
It was obviously different from the usual electronic language.
It seemed to have its own consciousness.
In the dark night, such a thing appeared out of nowhere.
This was really strange.
The group of children from the slums stood up silently, supporting each other as they staggered forward.
Whatever this is, it's best to stay away from it.
Having made up their minds, they walked faster than usual.
However, the last little boy did not give up. He said hatefully, "Since you are God's benevolence, then take out your food and let us eat it."
[I'm sorry] the Prayers Trial Machine rumbled, [there's no such thing as a free lunch]
What the hell!
The little boy gritted his teeth and asked, "Then what can you do?"
"Justice! Judgement of evil! As long as you have such a wish, I can do it for you "the Prayers Trial Machine said.
The little boy was stunned.
He was only eleven years old this year, but his family did not have the money for him to learn a skill, nor did they have the means to pave the way for his future.
Only his grandmother was left at home, and she was seriously ill in bed.
Therefore, he could only wander the streets and make friends with others like him, stealing as a source of income.
"If that's the case, then you're a very high-tech thing" the little boy concluded.
[In your words, I'm actually Black Technology] the Prayers Trial Machine said.
The little boy's friends came back, wanting to pull him away.
The little boy angrily said: "Bullshit! If you really are Black Technology, then kill Max if you have the guts! "
Max was the Mafia Boss of this area.
All drug dealing, human trafficking, robbery and murder, as well as taking over the market, he was the one who called the shots.
The parents of this group of children had all suffered because of this person, and some of them had even paid with their lives.
The little boy was an orphan.
His father was a straightforward person who refused to submit, so Max found an opportunity to kill him, while his mother was also sold.
The Prayers Trial Machine spoke: [I can't just casually kill an innocent person]
Hearing that, the children all burst out in laughter.
"No … innocent …"
"Ahahaha, Max is innocent, that's the funniest joke I've heard this year"
"This machine, there must be something wrong with its AI"
The little boy's eyes showed deep disappointment.
"But!" The Prayers Trial Machine spoke: [If you're willing to let him be judged and find out that he's an evil person, I'll think of a way to kill him]
"Are you willing to let me judge him?"
"Of course we are!" the little boy shouted.
His friends also spoke: "We are willing! We are willing! "
[Very well, then please give me your blood] the Prayers Trial Machine spoke.
All was quiet.
The Prayers Trial Machine explained: [The blood of living beings is tainted with a small amount of Prayers, only Prayers can operate this machine]
"Let's go, this is a strange thing" the little boy's friends said.
They pulled the little boy and quickly left.
The street returned to silence.
Not too long later.
The little boy once again stood in front of the Prayers Trial Machine.
He wiped the rainwater off his face and asked: "Can I really do justice?"
[Yes, as long as you give me your blood] the Prayers Trial Machine answered.
"How much?"
[I'm guessing you're dealing with a sinful person, so you have to use the Ultimate Judgement]
"How much?"
[Just like I said, you'll need quite a bit of blood, because blood contains bits and pieces of Prayers]
"How much?" the little boy was trembling, his eyes filled with desire.
In this dark and miserable fate, the little boy wanted a ray of light — — even if this was most likely a prank, he was willing to give it a try.
The Prayers Trial Machine let out a ray of light that scanned through the little boy's bony body.
After a while, the Prayers Trial Machine sighed.
[You are our first customer in this world, so you only need a symbolic drop of blood] it said.
The little boy sighed in relief and said: "I'm willing to give you this drop of blood!"
[You're a great young man, willing to fight against evil, now, put your hand on the black area on my left]
"Is that so?"
"Yes … that's so"
"— — -done!"
The little boy pulled his hand back and carefully looked at it.
There was no wound.
He didn't feel anything just now.
Indeed, it was only a single drop of blood.
Even a little boy who hadn't eaten for an entire day would be able to take it.
The Prayers Trial Machine let out a series of rumbling noises.
[Ah, I got my first drop of blood!] it spoke in a low voice.
[Esteemed customer, please state the sinner you want to judge, as well as his identity]
The little boy shouted expectantly, "Max, the boss of the gang, Max!"
The Prayers Trial Machine let out a series of rumbling noises.
[The trial is about to begin]
It spoke with a solemn tone of voice.
[As this is the opening trial, it needs to be treated with utmost caution]
[Currently searching for this world's trial method]
[The most eye-catching trial method in this world has been found]
[Using the world's Holo-Brain to broadcast the trial live]
[Currently selecting this world's Presiding Judge]
[The most feared Presiding Judge of this world has been found]
[Inviting the Murder Clown to take part in the opening trial]
[Pay the corresponding price]
[The Murder Clown has agreed]
[Now, the trial shall begin!]
On the entire planet, all the instruments that could display images lit up at this moment.
The scene of the Murder Clown judging the Champion of Eternal once again appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
Wearing a cold and stiff smiling clown mask, a jet black armor, a pair of black wings of light on its back.
As the Murder Clown walked out from the darkness, a spotlight shone on it.
The Clown put its hand in front of its mouth and whispered: [I found a new job]
It nervously looked around, sighing in relief after a while.
Taking out a crumpled piece of paper from somewhere, the Murder Clown spread it open and read: [Then, tonight's guest is — — Max, the Holy Empire's Max!]
The Clown started to seriously clap.
Someone suddenly appeared next to it.
A man with slicked-back hair, wearing a black vest, a hooked nose, a black beard, and a glass of liquor in his hand.
The Mafia Boss, Max.
As soon as Max appeared, he was clearly surprised.
"The Murder Clown …" he looked at the Clown and gulped.
Max reached his hand into his chest to take something out.
A second later, he realized what kind of existence he was facing.
His hand froze, then forced a smile: "What do you want, sir?"
The Murder Clown grabbed his hand and held it tightly.
The Clown spoke: [Congratulations, I really want to chat with you for a bit longer, but our livestream time is limited, and we don't have any sponsors, so we'll start the trial right now]
[Max's wonderful life is about to begin, please watch!]
The screen changed.
All the evil deeds Max has done in his life were shown on the screen.
Fighting, robbing, murder, selling women and children, collecting protection fees, taking drugs and selling drugs, opening a casino, cheating, killing entire families.
All the atrocities that made people's hair stand on end, all the inhumane crimes he committed, all of them were shown on the screen.
Each scene lasted for a few seconds, telling the audience the whole story of his crimes.
It took several minutes for the image on the screen to disappear completely.
The Murder Clown and Max once again appeared in front of everyone.
The Murder Clown let go of his hand and spoke: [According to Mr. Max's crimes, we've found the most suitable classical punishment for him]
Five ropes flew out, tying around Max's hands, legs, and neck.
The ropes were quickly tied into a dead knot.
The other end of the ropes disappeared into the darkness, no end in sight.
"Damn it, what the hell is going on here?" Max tried to break free.
The more he struggled, the tighter the ropes became.
The ropes became tighter and tighter, until Max couldn't even move anymore.
His body was stretched out in the shape of a "大", held in place by the ropes.
[Now, time is up to everyone] the Murder Clown spoke.
[Please begin the voting]
[Those in favor of Max's death, please spend a drop of blood to vote for him to die]
[Ah, right, of course you can vote a few more times]
As soon as the Murder Clown finished speaking, a red number appeared in front of Max's chest.
Below the red number was a stopwatch that didn't move.
The Murder Clown explained: [Every time the red number increases by 1, it means that someone has spent a drop of blood to wish for Mr. Max's death]
[Within 3 minutes, if the red number reaches 1 million, Mr. Max will receive the classical punishment of being torn apart by a car]
[Now, the countdown begins!]
The stopwatch began to tick.
In reality, a notification appeared in front of everyone.
[Are you willing to use your blood to decide the death of Mafia Boss Max?]
A few people were cautious and didn't pay any attention to the Prayers Trial Machine.
But a lot more people didn't think that way.
Max's entire life was filled with evil, committing countless crimes that would anger even the heavens, any normal person would be filled with righteous indignation if they saw it.
There would always be people who didn't know him who didn't mind spending a drop of blood to vote for him to die.
Around the world.
[Peh! Scum like him deserves to die!]
[Old man, calm down]
[Calm down what? I've lived for so long anyway, even if the Murder Clown wants to kill me, I don't care]
[I want to donate blood!]
At another location.
A man tried to persuade her: "Honey, calm down, don't pay any attention to the Murder Clown, it's a terrifying monster"
His wife's eyes reddened, saying: "Bullshit! This Max is too despicable, he's ruined so many families, I don't care, I want to pay a drop of blood! "
Saying so, she gave a drop of blood.
Thinking about it, she still wasn't willing.
Looking at the line of text in the air, she asked: "I want to give a bit more, can I?"
The text changed into a new line: [Of course, you can give as much as you want]
[I'll give 10 more drops!]
The Fuxi royal palace.
[Your Majesty, this seems a bit dangerous] an official tried to persuade her.
[It's fine, I know the Murder Clown, this is a very interesting thing, let me try]
[I'll give 20 drops of blood, I want Max to die]
Monarch Varona acted like she just found a new toy and said that.
The Holy Empire.
The mafia's casino.
A man who looked like Boss spoke: "So it's Max, perfect, we still haven't gotten our revenge for last time, let's all donate blood"
[Boss, aren't you afraid this might be a trap?] one of his subordinates asked.
[The world has already become like this, what's there to be afraid of? Not to mention, although the Murder Clown is scary, it hasn't done anything to civilians, you have to be careful of that]
Saying so, the mafia Boss gave a drop of blood.
[You can all donate as well]
[Yes!]
Those who knew Max, those who didn't, all made their decision at this moment.
Not to mention, there were quite a few people in the slums who hated Max to the bone.
Quite a few people chose to donate blood on the spot.
The red number quickly increased.
In just 20 seconds, 1 million drops of blood had been gathered.
And this was only the beginning.
People noticed that giving a drop of blood didn't affect them at all.
More bystanders began to get involved in the matter.
The number of blood kept increasing.
3 minutes quickly passed.
Time was up.
[1 million drops of blood was gathered in 20 seconds]
[3 minutes, 89 million drops of blood]
[What a touching scene, everyone is so passionate about the death of others] the Murder Clown sighed.
[Mr. Max, you've received an astonishing amount of support and won the punishment of being split into two]
[Please enjoy yourself, I won't disturb you any longer]
Saying so, the Murder Clown disappeared into the darkness.
Only Max was left at the scene.
The ropes around his arms, ankles, and head were quickly pulled taut.
A second later, an irresistible force came from the ropes, causing everyone who was watching to feel their hearts tighten.
"Aaaargh!"
Max screamed in agony.
It takes a lot of effort to chop off a person's head and limbs, let alone slowly pulling them apart.
It's easy to imagine how much pain the person is going through.
It took a total of 10 seconds.
Swoosh!
Blood gushed out like a fountain.
The five ropes took Max's arms, legs and head into the darkness.
Only Max's body was left.
This body had no head, no hands, no legs, it was Max who was split into two.
Only his torso remained.
[The first trial is over] the Prayers Trial Machine reported.
[The trial cost 1 million Prayers, the remaining Prayers is an auspicious number — — – 88 million]
[Due to the excess Prayers, this machine will be used to solve Max's remaining problems]
"All of his assets will be converted into credits and distributed to those who have been harmed by him according to the degree of harm they have suffered."
[This trial is over, please look forward to the next one]
All the screens automatically shut down. The entire planet's projection equipment returned to normal.
The trial was over.
The boy stood in front of the Trial Machine.
"Is Max really dead?" he asked.
[Yes, he's already reported to hell] the Prayers Trial Machine answered.
"Is that true? It's not just a dream, is it? "the boy asked in disbelief.
[Of course it's not a dream, I've converted a sum of Credits and deposited it into the Holy Empire Bank under your and your mother's names, the password is eight eights]
[Next — — please turn around and face behind you]
The boy turned around as told.
His mother was standing behind him, wiping away her tears while looking at him gently.
"Mom!"
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