61: Chapter 61 Good Deeds Hedge

The dark golden vortex of law revolved slowly above the nine heavens, and with every breath, it seemed to drain the vitality of the entire world.

Thunder, like a dragon, roamed within the depths of the vortex, and the mere aura that leaked out caused the indestructible outer walls of the City of Liver Emperor to crack with spiderweb-like fissures.

Doomsday.

This was a word branded deep into the soul of every player.

Despair, like a cold tide, drowned out all the clamor, and even the unwilling roar of the Holy Light Hunk dissipated into this dead silence.

Deep within the ancestral hall, the spiritual body condensed by Lu Bei began to burn; he was prepared to pay a heavy price to forcibly tear through the laws of this world and protect his Filial Sons and Virtuous Grandchildren.

However, the moment a divine sense from the shadows, carrying a playful smile, swept past, Lu Bei's movements suddenly froze.

Pawns...

He keenly captured the meaning behind that trace of divine sense.

This trial had been a carefully designed "play" from the very beginning.

And in this dead-silent world, where all sounds had ceased, only the thunder remained.

A voice, however, like a sharp awl, forcibly pierced through this thick fog of despair.

"Not right... something's not right!"

This voice did not belong to any big shot; it carried no tragedy or anger, but was instead filled with... a kind of madness and excitement, like someone who had discovered a new toy.

Everyone's gaze was subconsciously drawn to it.

In a corner of the crowd, Outlaw Zhang San was staring fixedly at the sky.

But he was not looking at the doomsday-like thundercloud vortex; he was looking at the unimaginably huge scales of law that were still slowly tilting!

He pushed up the non-existent glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes filled with the fanaticism of data streams cascading by.

"It only records! It only judges! It does not think!"

He shouted in the public channel with a voice that was almost a roar, incoherent yet carrying a subversive logic.

"Don't you see it yet? This thing is just the stupidest, most rigid server! It only recognizes LOG logs! We demolish houses, loot corpses, and steal monsters; in its logs, that's just a record of 'evil deeds'! It doesn't care why we do it!"

"When the boss of All Realms Connector gives gifts, in its judgment, it's not a 'goodwill gesture', but an 'attempt to bribe law enforcement', which is a record of an 'evil deed' that adds to the crime! That's why the scales are sinking faster!"

"It doesn't have a motive judgment module! It's a defective product!"

This crazy talk stunned the players in their despair.

A defective product?

You call this divine artifact that can bring down heavenly punishment a defective product?

"So what?" a player asked subconsciously.

"So, we just need to spam it with new LOGs to crash it before it reaches its final settlement, which is before the 'heavenly punishment' falls!" Outlaw Zhang San's voice suddenly rose, carrying an incitement that made everyone's hair stand on end.

"Spam it with what?"

"With 'good deeds'! Use countless, massive amounts of 'good deed' records to make its server lag, to counteract those 'evil deed' records! This is a DDoS attack! A DDoS attack against the 'laws of heaven'!"

Silence.

After a deathly silence came an uproarious clamor.

"He's crazy! This guy is absolutely crazy!"

"When is this, and he's still talking nonsense?"

But there were also those who, in extreme despair, understood the possibility behind that madness.

The ashen-faced All Realms Connector suddenly had a flash of brilliance in his small, squinting eyes.

He was no madman; he was a businessman!

He instantly understood the "costs" and "benefits" in this logic!

This was the only way to break the situation that didn't require a head-on confrontation with that deity, and it was the lowest-cost method!

"Listen to him!" All Realms Connector almost roared. "All members of the Tongtian Chamber of Commerce! Empty your warehouses! Take out all pills, food, and talismans with positive effects! This is not a drill! This is a bottom-fishing opportunity!"

The Holy Light Hunk, whose "Dao heart" was shattered, also suddenly raised his head, his crimson eyes full of struggle.

Perform "good deeds" in such an absurd way?

This completely contradicted his understanding of the "Holy Light."

But... when the "justice" he insisted on was denounced as "sin," perhaps only a more absurd "justice" could counter this absurd "heavenly law"!

"Purifiers Alliance..." he said hoarsely, "Execute... the 'forced purification' plan!"

"Boom!"

The player group, this chaotic, unreasonable fourth calamity, was instantly ignited by this match called "hope."

"Good deeds? How do we do that? Help an old lady cross the street? Where are there any roads in this ghost place!"

"Idiot! Don't we still have people from the Black Wind Stockade and the Chen Family Cultivators locked up in our dungeon? They are our 'living bodhisattvas' for accumulating merit through good deeds!"

"Holy crap! That makes sense!"

The next second, the style of the entire City of Liver Emperor became completely distorted.

Thousands of players, like crazed dogs on stimulants, rushed toward the city dungeon.

Inside the dungeon, those captured bandits and cultivators were trembling, thinking their time of death had come.

The dungeon door was kicked open.

"Come, come, brother, you look sallow and thin, clearly suffering from malnutrition! Come, open your mouth, this is a Ten-All Strengthening Pill! Our Filial Sons and Virtuous Grandchildren family cares most about humanitarian concerns!"

A burly player, with a ferocious "kind" smile on his face, while two brothers behind him held down a bandit captive, forcibly shoved a valuable pill into his mouth.

The bandit struggled with muffled cries, his eyes filled with a fear worse than death.

On the other side.

"Brother, I see you have a broken leg; how can you suffer such grievances here? Come, don't move, let me fix it for you!"

A player took out a glowing green Rejuvenation Talisman and slapped it onto the broken leg of a Chen Family Cultivator.

The cultivator watched with his own eyes as his bloody, mangled wound healed at a visible rate; far from being grateful, he let out a shrill scream: "Devils! You devils!!"

"Hey, why are you cursing? We are doing charity!" the player muttered discontentedly, then took out a bottle of Marrow Cleansing Liquid from his backpack. "I see your root bones are unclear; come, let me cleanse your marrow to help you break through your bottleneck sooner!"

Screams rose one after another.

The entire dungeon turned into a living hell.

No, a "charity hell."

"There aren't enough 'bodhisattvas' in the dungeon to go around! What do we do?"

"Outside the city! There are plenty of monsters outside the city! Go heal the wild monsters!"

"Release all the poisonous creatures we captured for experiments! And feed them some detox herbs!"

"Quick! Go to the back mountain and plant trees! One hundred trees per person! No! One thousand trees!!"

Tens of thousands of players, like a swarm of locusts, poured out of the City of Liver Emperor.

Some rushed into the mountains and forests and cast a Holy Light Spell at a foraging Tusked Wild Boar. The boar shivered in fright, felt its whole body warm and full of power, and looked blankly at this group of two-legged beasts.

Some player squads worked together to knock out a ferocious Black-Scaled Demon Tiger, then carried it and heaved it into the spirit spring with the most abundant spiritual energy.

"Brother Tiger, take a bath to relieve your fatigue! Remember to give us a five-star review!"

The whole world echoed with the players' fanatical and absurd "good deeds."

Above the sky, Chief Examiner and the Holy Land envoys behind him were completely petrified.

What had they seen?

A group of "tumors" with monstrous sins were "doing good" in a way... a way they completely could not understand?

They were forcibly feeding captives heavenly treasures, casting buff spells on wild monsters, frantically planting trees, and some female players were even knitting sweaters for captured goblins...

This was... a blasphemy!

The most extreme, the most insane blasphemy against the word "good"!

"What... what are they doing?" a young envoy asked, his lips trembling, his worldview suffering an unprecedented shock.

Chief Examiner did not answer.

He just stared fixedly at the scales of law.

Just as the endless, absurd "good deed" logs poured in frantically, the end representing "good," which had been tilted high up, began to change.

A grain of gold sand.

Two grains of gold sand.

A handful of gold sand!

At first, it was insignificant, but when the "good deeds" of tens of thousands of players converged into a torrent of data, the golden light turned from a trickle into a rushing river!

The end representing "good" began to sink slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye!

And the end representing "evil," which had originally sunk to the bottom, actually let out an unbearable "creak" and began to be pried... bit by bit!

"No... impossible..." Chief Examiner's Dao heart cracked for the first time.

The scales of law he was so proud of, the absolute "heavenly law" he believed in, were being toyed with by a group of "parasites" in his eyes, in a way that was almost humiliating.

He felt that he was not judging, but being watched.

The "heavenly punishment" vortex above the nine heavens also felt the disorder of the laws.

The originally violent and unparalleled destructive thunder began to slow down.

Within the dark golden light, a trace of... peaceful, warm gold began to seep out.

The chains of law were trembling, hesitating, like an executioner about to carry out a sentence, only to be told that the death-row prisoner in front of him had suddenly become a great philanthropist who blessed all families.

"Boom—"

Finally, at a certain moment, the scales of law reached a strange balance.

Immediately after, in Chief Examiner's pupils, which were filled with horror and disbelief, the end representing "good" crashed down with an unrivaled posture!

It overtook it!

The "heavenly punishment" vortex completely lost its foundation for destruction.

Billions of lightning bolts melted away in an instant, turning into the purest, softest golden light rain.

The dark golden vortex, dyed by this endless power of merit, turned into a... stretching for ten thousand miles...

Auspicious clouds of merit.

Warm light fell, covering the entire City of Liver Emperor, repairing the cracked walls, and soothing the players' agitated minds.

The survivors, after a momentary daze, erupted into earth-shaking cheers.

"We won! Holy crap! We won!"

"Brother Zhang San is awesome—!! (Voice crack)"

"From today on, whoever dares to say Brother Zhang San is crazy, I'll be the first one to disagree! He's my own brother!"

Listening to the harsh cheers from below, filled with the joy of surviving a disaster, Chief Examiner stood dazed in the clouds.

He looked at the auspicious clouds of merit that should have destroyed everything but were now radiating a holy brilliance, and then looked at the group of "living beings" below who were celebrating with each other, crazy and unreasonable.

A faint, incomprehensible sound, as if something had shattered, came from his throat.

An unprecedented emotion called "absurdity" completely devoured his Dao heart, which had strictly adhered to the heavenly rules and was as cold as iron.