Kryptonian Judge

"You didn’t kill him because of that guy?"

Rhongomyniad could naturally tell that the beast’s arm bore a very distinct mark of the Black King. Among today’s reincarnators, hardly anyone had reached that realm.

Within the Black King Society, every Black King had their own personality and preferences. Each also held subtly different attitudes toward reincarnators and the Infinite Dimensional Space.

She could understand. After all, that person had probably once been the most passionate and hopeful toward reincarnators. If he had deliberately left that arm behind, then not killing this beast was indeed reasonable.

Clark Kent shook his head. With a shift in his gaze, the man below, who had been as still as a corpse, suddenly had his heart begin beating again.

Life Equation activated.

The next moment, across nearly half of New York, already submerged beneath seawater, countless humans lying on the ground, dead or alive, slowly began to rise.

Even those corpses with horrifyingly mutilated bodies rapidly recovered.

The Life Equation gave hope to the world.

At the same time… it also brought judgment upon evil.

Tree Herder shook his head. His blurred vision cleared, while the divine blood within the black cross on his forehead had already run dry, leaving it dim.

Scene after scene returned to his brain, which had just died and been restored, along with his memories. He began recalling everything that had happened before his death.

Controlled by the Anti-Life Equation and trapped within the rock layers, he had been seized directly by a hand. Then boundless terror and despair flooded his mind. He completely lost the hope and courage to live, ultimately feeling his heart slowly stop beating as he died.

Huff… huff!

I’m alive?!

The next moment, Tree Herder saw the dazzling golden light in the sky. Boundless magical power surged up from the Atlantic Ocean. He vaguely saw countless tiny fairies frolicking in the air and Pegasus streaking across the heavens.

This was no longer the DC of that Marvel World. New laws had entered this world.

Tree Herder shifted his gaze, only to meet a pair of eyes as indifferent as those of a god.

Superman, Clark Kent!

Black King.

His pupils contracted. Before he could react, clear words appeared on his panel.

You have been affected by the ability: Anti-Life Equation

"Again…"

Tree Herder felt his brain being twisted. Countless scenes flashed before his eyes: reincarnators whose faces he could not make out, wantonly slaughtering in various Derivative Worlds and Secondary Worlds.

He even saw a half-black, half-white angel casually hurl countless enormous Holy Lances. He saw a monster whose aura pierced the skies punch New York directly into the ground.

Were these the deeds of those cruel, evil, unjust reincarnators?

Tree Herder froze. He did not understand why he was using such words to describe reincarnators’ actions, but he truly felt deep disgust and resistance toward them.

You have been affected by the ability: Life Equation

A new panel notification appeared, but Tree Herder no longer cared. He deeply felt that this was now his true heart.

Unlike being controlled or hypnotized, he genuinely felt loathing, even hatred, toward the reincarnators of this era.

"At the end of the day, they’re nothing but trash who rely on their intelligence and power advantages to draw blades against the weak…"

That was his judgment now.

Then Tree Herder dropped to one knee and sincerely bowed his head to the Kryptonian before him, whose battle suit was likewise half-black and half-.

"From this day onward, I will pass judgment on those people."

Rhongomyniad neither approved nor disapproved of this. As the concepts of the world’s laws emerged and the Starry Sea appeared, the laws of this world’s fantasy side had begun to return.

From this day onward, endless wondrous changes would occur in this world. The stories of the age of fantasy would eventually return bit by bit.

If reincarnators in the future tried to act in this world by relying on their foreknowledge-based intelligence advantage, they would most likely reap their own malice.

Rhongomyniad gave Artoria, clad in black armor, one final look. The other woman was racing toward the sea at incredible speed.

It seemed… she wanted to save that beast?

Buzz!

A spiraling void appeared in the sky once again, and the Goddess Rhongomyniad vanished without a trace.

But Superman Clark Kent’s eyes were following a small boy. A layer of power and aura that seemed strangely familiar covered the boy’s body.

And that power was connected to the beast.

Splash!

The boy leaped directly into the sea, even a few moments earlier than the black-armored female knight.

Hope was not something an equation could prove, but the choice every life made in desperate circumstances.

Even that artificial counterfeit was making its own choice.

Clark Kent saw another possibility. Therefore, he did not kill the other party, instead choosing to grant him a greater judgment.

With that thought, the Kryptonian slowly rose into the air. He looked down at the two powers on his body’s surface, as well as the World Will enveloping him.

This was a choice in accordance with the World Will. Looking at the sea, he wondered what the outcome would have been if he had insisted on forcibly killing this ferocious beast.

Would the Soul King hidden behind the heavens appear to stop him? Or would the Phoenix’s true feather within the other party ignite again and again, bringing about Nirvana evolution in a way that defied all laws?

Or perhaps… it would reveal this ferocious beast’s true face ahead of time…

With a whoosh, Clark Kent transformed into a point of light and vanished. At full speed, he was countless times faster than Bai Cangshu using eightfold Kaio-ken.

Below, Hela had only just landed. Her expression was filled with surprise and uncertainty. When had such powerful figures appeared in this world…

She suddenly recalled her father Odin once saying that every so often, visitors from beyond the realm would appear in this world. The weakest yet most dangerous group among them was called—the Children of Slaughter.

They were a special race that could continuously gain power simply by killing.

Every so often, they would unleash a monstrous disaster.

Hela looked at Thor, who had sunk hundreds of meters underground, and suddenly lost all interest in killing him.

This world had already begun to feel unfamiliar to her.

Tree Herder plunged both hands into the ground. Then vast numbers of trees emerged from the ruins, saving survivors buried beneath the rubble one after another.

A sincere smile appeared on his face, until he saw a Grudge Spirit in a certain building, blood flowing from both ears and dressed in a black trench coat.

The other party leaned against a shattered stairwell, eyelids lowered. Tree Herder’s expression changed slightly.

"Millennium Worm?!"

Millennium Worm had lost his hearing. Spiritual bodies were actually very close to physical bodies, possessing all kinds of spiritual senses and organs. Once they lost such things, they would lose part of their functions.

Just like cursed spirits, or Death Gods.

Only by evolving into a specific type of Grudge Spirit might their nature change.

But merely by reading Tree Herder’s lips, he knew the other man was calling him. Millennium Worm and Tree Herder could be considered old acquaintances.

Back then, Millennium Worm had accepted a mission in B711 World to eliminate Mercenary Tao for violating the Iron Rule, officially becoming employed by both Tree Herder and Chaos Sage.

Neither had expected to meet under such circumstances.

"Hey, hey, hey, tree demon kid, could you please hurry up and bring that guy back?"

"I’m in a pretty miserable state right now~"

Satoru Gojo’s voice was teasing and self-mocking. Leaning in another corner, his eyes had vanished, cursed energy gleaming across his body. He apparently could not even use Reverse Cursed Technique, leaving him in an utterly miserable state.

Tree Herder lowered his eyelids. Quick-witted, he saw the two spiritual bodies and swiftly realized that Mercenary Tao, that monster, had not been killed by the Black King.

Satoru Gojo and Millennium Worm were in poor condition now. Did he have a chance to exorcise them?

If he could completely eliminate these two, especially Satoru Gojo, it would surely be a loss for Mercenary Tao.

The smile on Satoru Gojo’s face slowly faded. His special Six Eyes physique had been damaged by Saint’s Collapse, and he could not even perfectly control cursed energy at the moment.

Yet he instinctively sensed a malicious intent.

Ever since being hit by Curse Kill, Satoru Gojo had found himself becoming increasingly sensitive to such malice. Perhaps this was the precursor to his becoming a cursed spirit.

"Oh, quite bold, aren’t you~"

"Knowing that guy isn’t dead, and you still want to attack us."

"Are you… ready to die?"

Satoru Gojo’s tone was casual, but what followed was an icy, terrifying Spiritual Pressure descending from above.

Tree Herder froze. The next moment, he heard footsteps slowly approaching from behind.

A humanoid spiritual creature whose face was covered by Black Curses emerged behind him, one hand loosely gripping the white, sinister katana.

The pressure this person emitted surpassed even Satoru Gojo’s.

And…

"Hmph, what a useless fool, to have ended up like this…"

The man’s voice was like two rocks at the bottom of a cliff striking each other. Tree Herder turned around and saw Uchiha Madara walk in, clad in red armor with a war fan on his back.

Behind him was a girl with a sinister face, her bangs covering half her features. This person was… White Face!

Tree Herder suddenly realized that Mercenary Tao could turn the reincarnators he killed into Grudge Spirits?!

The veins in his legs instantly burrowed into the ground, but a cold blade was already pressed against his neck.

"Tch, Tree Herder… truly useless trash!"

After the initial panic of realizing that the Black King had descended, White Face had experienced ecstatic joy that her host was not dead and resurrection remained possible. Now, it had turned into resentment that Mercenary Tao had not died.

She sneered disdainfully at Tree Herder, then examined the badly injured Millennium Worm and Satoru Gojo in the corner. Her mood suddenly improved greatly.

"Kill him. Someone like him is useless now~"

White Face spoke, and no one else objected. Large numbers of black Grudge Spirits were still gathering, blocking Namikaze Minato, who had failed to complete his objective and was somewhat frustrated, outside the building.

"Don’t, don’t kill him, Mr. White Face. Please don’t kill him, okay? I just saw him saving people…"

A childish voice sounded from outside the building. The next moment, the masses of black Grudge Spirits vanished like a receding tide. The black-haired man held by Artoria was drenched from head to toe, his face pale.

The black patterns on his body had dimmed until they were nearly imperceptible. Fresh blood was even flowing from his severed arm.

On the other side, Parker carefully supported Bai Cangshu, nervously looking at the intimidating group inside the building as he made his request.

Everyone immediately raised their eyes and saw the host in an unprecedentedly weakened state.

"Hahahaha… so you can end up like this too…"

Satoru Gojo’s laughter echoed through the building.