**【Penalty details:】**
1. **Form Solidification:** The punished person's soul will be imprisoned in the form of a specially made teething toy (Material: Beidi Xuanbing mixed with Xilingxing Iron, Appearance: The ugly and cute monster designated by His Highness Zero).**
2. **Function Enhancement:** The toy must withstand the full-powered bite of His Majesty Zero (without pain shielding), feeling the scraping of teeth, the soaking of saliva, and... the eternal fear of being gnawed to pieces.**
3. **Time loop:** Every time the toy is on the verge of breaking, it will immediately reset (restore to a pristine, ready-to-chew state).**
4. **Title Binding:** The punished person will receive the title of "Eternal Hard Mouth" (soul binding, visible in reincarnation, and comes with a tooth mark repair aura).**
**[Effective immediately! Covering all heavens! Tracing cause and effect! Enforced!]**
**[Appendix: The first candidate for 'Eternal Hard Saliva': The Chief Treaty Mage of the Four Nations (Jade Slip Law Brander).]**
"Eternity... as a teething toy?"
"Being bitten... by His Highness Zero?"
"On the verge of breaking... and then recovering?"
"Hard saliva?"
"Tooth mark halo?"
Imagine the eternal, gnawing despair of an endless cycle of shattering and healing. Everyone involved in crafting those rigid terms felt their teeth ache, as if they were being repeatedly ground by the Chaos Divine Infant's tiny teeth! This punishment... is a precise strike against all those conspirators who attempt to smuggle their own agenda into the contract! The combined physical and mental torture makes even "picking up the baby's hair" seem poetic!
The envoys from the four nations looked at the four teething sticks in the warehouse, which had become completely useless. Then, they looked towards the general's residence, and it seemed as if they could hear the shrill wails of the chief treaty mages' souls...
"Peace talks! Unconditional! Immediately!"
"The terms! Let's redraft them! Your Highness Zero has the final say!"
"A teething stick... I'm giving it to His Highness Zero as a toy! I have no other intentions!"
"Please, General's Mansion, have mercy! We will go rewrite the peace treaty right now! We will use...the jade slip that His Highness Ling chewed on as a model!"
The four-nation delegation fled the royal city in a desperate scramble, carrying with them the jade slip with a chipped center, visible teeth marks, and a fragmented totem. They hurried back to their countries to resume negotiations, as if holding a hot potato and their only lifeline. This time, no one dared to mention anything like "sacred and inviolable" or "permanently bound."
Peace returned to the General's Mansion's warehouse. Only Lingbao remained, contentedly cradling her half-eaten freeze-dried carrot stick, crunching it with delight, completely uninterested in the jade slip that would alter the course of the four-nation negotiations.
Xiao Jue stepped forward and took the jade slip Lingbao had gnawed on from A'Luo's hand. The slip was warm, and the gap in the center, marked by Chaos's teeth, felt strange. The tiny teeth marks within the gap were like the most primitive incisions, and the broken totems of the four nations around it silently spoke of the fragility of hegemony in the face of Chaos.
His broad fingers gently brushed the edge of the gap, feeling the warm jade reshaped by the power of chaos. The cold sheath of the Guihong ruler seemed to be stained with a hint of warmth by the "peace contract" with the teeth marks on it.
He raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing the roof of the warehouse, casting a glance upon the negotiating table where fierce arguments had raged over the terms, upon the altar where blood oaths had been sworn, upon the national border drawn with iron and blood. Then, he lowered his head, looking at his daughter in his arms, her cheeks puffing up as she diligently nibbled a carrot. A little carrot crumb clung to the corner of Lingbao's mouth, like a tiny victory medal.
A deep voice, with a calmness and a touch of gentleness that saw through the falsehood of the contract, sounded softly amidst the crisp chewing sounds of Lingbao:
"Even though we swore an oath of blood, strong liquor cannot hide the stench of ambition."
"Cede territory and pay compensation, even a silk document cannot express the weight of greed."
"This unpredictable alliance, this treacherous peace talks..."
He lowered his head slightly, gently picked up the carrot crumbs from the corner of Lingbao's mouth with his fingertips, put them into his own mouth, and tasted a hint of sweetness.
"…in the end, it's just the crumbs of cake…uneaten between my son's teeth."
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