Weak? Who?
"Of course it's you."
"...Me? What are you talking about?"
How could I, a dignified deity,...
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"You've finally realized the problem. It seems you've come to your senses. We can continue."
Ning Feng tapped the table with his pen, coughed lightly, and said:
"Then, the trial shall continue."
"Crimes against humanity, sabotage of official business, smuggling, assault on citizens, reactionary crimes... and so on, totaling forty-seven crimes."
After speaking slowly for a while, Ning Feng listed the other party's crimes one by one, and then asked:
"So! For these forty-seven crimes, Mr. Clown of Deception, do you admit it?"
What do we acknowledge?
Ning Feng stopped writing, looked up, adjusted his silver-rimmed glasses, and asked with amusement:
"Staying silent is useless; I'll take that as your agreement."
The figure sitting behind the desk, wearing a crown woven from scarlet thorns, tilted his head.
"...Or perhaps you'd like me to address you differently? For example, as the 'Trickster Clown' or the 'Trickster Emperor'?"
Ning Feng tilted his head and looked at the prisoner bound by endless chains of darkness, then smiled strangely.
"emperor?"
"...Your Majesty the Emperor? Is that what you want me to address you?"
He chuckled and shook his head, saying:
"If you think you're qualified, I don't mind."
Sitting still, his malice, manifested as tentacles, spread from beneath him to the person being judged, watching her intently.
Ning Feng glanced down at the deity, who was forced into a kneeling position by chains, and smiled silently.
He said:
"real."
"Don't be afraid, Your Majesty."
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