When the God of Justice descends in front of the people and shouts for everyone to share their grievances, she will fulfill their wishes and judge everyone's sins. She wants to carry the burdens of everyone's bonds and sustenance.
"God, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
For a long time, people who have been exploited and tortured by the imperial magnates and executioners for generations cried bitterly, roared, and vented the injustice and darkness of this world to the God of Justice.
Such heart-wrenching cries and roars echoed in her ears. Focalors recalled the information in her mind. Even though she had been acting as a god for five hundred years, she felt the people's desire in the darkness for divine intervention—longing for the gods to pull them out of the darkness, to save them.
Focalors watched as the people of this world expressed the true responsibility of being gods for the first time.
"Is this the will of Lord Tianli? I think I understand a little bit now," she thought to herself.
"Hey..." Neuvillette sighed silently in his heart, "One Ninety." He had a new understanding of humanity. Even during the period when the crime rate in Fontaine was at its highest, it had never been as dire as this.
At this moment, Clorinde walked out of the door with thousands of elite law enforcement officers, followed closely by Wriothesley, who led the special patrol team. Even though he already understood the situation in this world, he was still shocked by the sight of people venting their pain and praying to the gods.
The invisible barrier that isolated the people disappeared, but they knelt on the ground and did not rush forward to violate the gods in any way.
The 'leader' of An Ning Dao rushed out from the crowd, knelt on the ground, and shouted, "O God of Justice we have awaited, I am the bishop of this city's sect 'An Ning Dao' that believes in you. I want to express my grievances to you."
Focalors was stunned when she heard this. Is there a sect that believes in the God of Justice in this world? But her strong self-awareness quickly took over.
"Pious people who believe in justice, speak out your grievances loudly, and let me, as justice itself, judge them quietly."
The leader was overjoyed. The righteous god had recognized their sect. Now there was a true god in 'An Ning Dao'.
He quickly reported that 'An Ning Dao' wanted to rebel against the decadent empire's exploitation and darkness of the people with armed resistance. However, he didn't expect that his assistant Berlick was an undercover agent sent by the corrupt empire. Using his position as the bishop's assistant, Berlick continued to exploit the people of this city, extending his reach even to the female believers. It is unknown how many female believers were defiled. Not only that, but he also sold the female believers he had abused to brothels in the imperial capital.
Berlick, who was in the crowd, looked horrified. He tried to run, but the angry 'An Ning Dao' believers pushed him out, and he fell to the front of the crowd like a dog eating dirt.
Berlick was hysterical, his expression ferocious, "Nonsense, nonsense! I didn't do any of it! Leader, why do you want to frame me? I am your assistant!"
He knew best in his heart that before the gods had come, he had been on the verge of being exposed for his evils. He had still been playing with female believers, unaware of what awaited him. Now, facing the righteous God who would judge all sins, he knew his end was near.
Focalors was pleased. The information in her mind contained details about 'An Ning Dao'. It was the largest sect in the empire, and the city they controlled, Jerok, was also the largest city in the empire outside of the imperial capital. Unexpectedly, the first step of the plan was completed just upon arrival. Now, there must be a just trial for the people to witness the will of justice.
Focalors flew into the air, opened her arms, and laughed, "Hahaha, very good, great! As soon as I come into this world, I shall judge for sins."
"Since this is a trial, it cannot simply be the words of the God of Justice. It must end dramatically amidst the cheers of the people, so that both people and gods can enjoy the wails of the sinners as they are judged. Justice is not the justice of one person but the justice of the common aspiration of all!"
"Well, now among the cheers, I invite the first presiding judge under me, the Water God, the Water Dragon King, Neuvillette!"
In this world, "dragon" is a legendary existence. No one has actually seen a "dragon" even a thousand years ago. The only ones left in this world are "dragon species." The existence of 'dragon species' is a legendary super dangerous species that is so powerful that it can change the terrain. The dangerous species in this world are divided into levels—from the weakest level one to level five, then super dangerous above level five, and the legendary super dangerous above the super level.
Regardless of levels one to five, the super dangerous species possess the power to alter the terrain, similar to the descendants of the gods in the world of Teyvat. Half of the 48 imperial gears are made from the body materials of super dangerous species or legendary super dangerous species. The legendary super dangerous species, though not quite at the level of a demon god, are still close to it.
When Berlick heard that the gods were going to judge him, he became incontinent with fear. He howled hysterically and tried to rush out of the crowd, but the angry people pushed him back without mercy.
A gentleman's staff appeared in Neuvillette's hand, and he struck the ground.
"Quiet!"
The serious voice drowned out everyone else's, and Berlick was instantly bound by invisible force—his movements and voice blocked. No one else dared to make a sound either, but instead of fear, they were filled with enthusiasm.
"Now, I will read out the law established by the God of Justice for this world. From now on, all judgments in this world will be carried out according to this law!"
Neuvillette revised dozens of important laws of Fontaine and read them aloud. In troubled times, severe laws were needed, and those who must be eliminated, as determined by Lord Tianli's will, were to be punished by death. As soon as the laws enacted by the gods were proclaimed, the people were filled with enthusiasm, as if they were finally witnessing the beautiful world of their dreams come true. The cheers were deafening.
"Long live the God of Justice!"
"Long live the God of Justice!"
However, a small number of people trembled with fear, their faces pale, sweating profusely. Though they dared not express hatred, fearing the gods might notice and judge them on the spot, they wanted to escape—to flee the city.
Focalors loudly announced to the entire city, "I, Focalors de Fontaine, now declare that the first trial in this world has begun, and the Court of Justice will be open to all."
Behind her, the doors of the magnificent 'Opic Opera House,' capable of accommodating 100,000 people simultaneously, slowly opened with a crunch.
Neuvillette announced, "Now, the arbitral tribunal will commence. During the trial, the defendant, the plaintiff, and the defender shall all be present!"
Clorinde led the law enforcement officers to escort the criminals from the first trial into the tribunal. Berlick's body was imprisoned, and though he was about to faint from fear, he couldn't resist.
The people walked into the divine tribunal with anticipation, fanaticism, and excitement to witness the first judgment of sinners under the divine presence.
Mixed in with the crowd were members of the 'Night Raid' who had just arrived and witnessed the declaration of the God of Justice, as well as the laws read out by the 'Water Dragon King.'
Leonai whispered excitedly in Najenda's ear, "Sister, such a law—is it even real? Even the laws imposed by the revolutionary army on the people are far inferior."
Ma Yin, a girl with purple twin-tails, clenched her fists and nodded, "Yes, this is truly a law made for the happiness of the people. It's almost unbelievable."
Najenda was silent for a moment before nodding. She knew more than everyone else and understood that the revolutionary army did not truly revolt for the sake of the people. Compared to the decadent empire, the revolutionary army only seemed just. Once compared, the revolutionary army too was full of sins.
Bulat, the man at the front, asked in a low voice, "Are we going in?" He was excited, for it was the divine tribunal of the gods.
Najenda clenched her fists, "Yes, let's go and witness what kind of trial true justice is."