Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

These seven people are homeless without a fixed community. They spend their days wandering around the city collecting supplies to survive, and people like them are by no means a minority in the United States.

Since the government completely collapsed, the first thing that happened after the collapse of order was large-scale violence.

Gangs, racists, and religious groups from various ethnic backgrounds immediately emerged to join the movement, attempting to eliminate the enemy and establish their own power.

And then? And then there was nothing more.

The Crimson King's demons may have taken down the government, but that doesn't mean he'll let anyone else go—regardless of whether you believe in him or are his enemy, whether you're male or female, old or young, as long as you do bad things, you'll be arrested and put in a living hell!

It was precisely this merciless attitude towards top-down oppression that destroyed the government and the vast majority of companies, directly leading to the collapse of the basic structure of modern society.

At first, people cheered this fact, waving the flag for those damn rich people and incompetent government officials.

But most people soon realized that without the government and companies, their money was no longer meaningful—so they quickly began to hoard supplies.

Then, unsurprisingly, a large number of people died. In the United States, the vast majority of these people were members of minority groups, including members of the Mafia and gangs. Their original crimes escaped trial in the first round, but their violent acts of looting triggered a second trial.

So everyone was forced to restrain themselves and dared not use excessive violence to loot supplies anymore. At this time, some feminist LGBT activists jumped out again, shouting that they were a vulnerable group and that the devil would protect them, and that men wouldn't dare bully them!

This deception worked at first. In the first week, these few individuals smugly took the supplies from the men, squandered the resources under the men's frustrated expressions, and mocked their cowardice.

They thought the devil, like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, was on their side—laughable.

The trial demon strictly followed Tsurugi's orders: to be absolutely fair. So, on the last day of the first week, he publicly tried more than 5,000 people at once, all of whom were the same people who had claimed to be weak and justified in taking resources from men the previous week.

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Many of these privileged individuals hurled insults at Light Yagami and Hiromi Higurashi in court, and some even insulted Tsugumi—so most of them received exceptionally severe punishments.

Pain becomes disability, disability becomes the death penalty, and the death penalty becomes what happens after death.

This single action shattered all illusions of preferential treatment for minority groups worldwide—the Crimson King showed them what the new world truly is.

Fairness, fairness, and more fucking fairness!!!

Soon enough, the resources that these minority groups had taken away were immediately taken back. When they tried to resist, they were severely punished—beating up robbers who stole their things was not considered a crime.

Then these minority groups were ostracized by the community because of their week of trouble, which turned them into a group of people who were homeless all over the United States.

Communities built around ethnicity, lineage, religion, or even interests have sprung up like mushrooms after rain in the United States, and after experiencing the second wave of the crisis, the remaining small communities have finally achieved relative fairness and justice.

They truly ensured that the difference in treatment and enjoyment between the leader and the majority of the staff did not exceed fifty percent—because those who indulge in extravagance and live without working are likely to be arrested.

But because of this forced intervention, small communities often struggle to grow, at least for a considerable time before they can adapt to the new rules of the world.

Some people choose to leave the community and wander alone because they cannot tolerate the strict rules within the community. However, many more are those who caused trouble during the 'minority group' preferential treatment event the previous week and were kicked out of the community, forcing them to start wandering. Emily and her group are such a diverse group of people.

Emily had also boxed, but she wasn't a real boxer. Before the disaster, she was a single mother with a daughter named Sophie to support, and she boxed primarily to secure enough survival supplies for herself and her daughter.

But the judgment from the devil is cold and merciless, even if you are a single mother—when you take away other people's resources under your guise, you should bear the consequences!

Are your and your daughter's lives precious, but other adult men's lives aren't? Kindness and compassion for the weak should be spontaneous virtues, and should never be taken for granted as rules!

Emily and her daughter, who were kicked out of the community, met Tom and several other homeless people and formed a seven-person team to start their journey. Emily came here to find medicine to treat her daughter.

Her daughter had been running a fever for three days, her lips were cracked and bleeding, and the whites of her eyes were bloodshot. It could be a cold, or it could be sepsis or meningitis, but without a doctor, Emily didn't know what it was.

But no matter what, she will not give up on her daughter.

Emily steadied herself and continued searching other shops. The first pharmacy had a small storage room behind the counter; all the shelves were empty, except for a crumpled schedule. Supermarkets were more suitable for being completely ransacked, but in an arms store, she found a half-empty bottle of expired ibuprofen suspension under the checkout counter.

She quickly stuffed it into her backpack; something expired was better than nothing. As for whether it could cure the illness... at least it could stop Sophie's pain for a while.

Only one shop remained. Emily closed her eyes and prayed as she looked at the stand-alone pharmacy in front of her. It was locked; a U-lock threaded through two aluminum handles. She knocked a few times, and the entire pane of glass shook. So she went around to the side alley, but saw that the window had been pried open, and her heart sank.

But he still squeezed through the hole in the security bars. She stuffed her backpack in first, then squeezed in sideways. A broken metal bar tore her sleeve, causing a sharp pain in her arm, but she didn't care.

It was much darker inside than outside. The shop was narrow, with a small storage room connected to the back. She couldn't wait to go in; the door to the storage room was ajar. A musty smell hit her. She shone her phone flashlight on it—all four walls were lined with metal shelves, labeled: antibiotics, hypoglycemic drugs, antihypertensive drugs, painkillers.

It was completely empty, utterly empty. Her gaze swept over every compartment and every shelf, hoping to find some overlooked corner—a box of amoxicillin lying behind the shelf, a cephalosporin pill rolling to the wall.

Nothing at all

In near despair, she pulled open the only drawer of the table in the corner, inside which was a blister pack of pills wrapped in aluminum foil. She bent down to pick them up, her hands trembling violently. In that instant, countless images flashed through her mind—azithromycin, amoxicillin, cefixime, even levofloxacin.

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But when she turned the blister pack over, the foil was printed with: Vitamin B12, Cyanocobalamin, 500 mcg.

Vitamin B12. One whole strip, ten tablets.

Emily's expression suddenly became a mix of crying and laughing. When Tom found her, she was curled up under the table, sobbing uncontrollably with her hands covering her head. Tom comforted her briefly but didn't say anything more; everyone had to take responsibility for their own lives now.

Everyone eventually returned to the meeting point. Some had empty backpacks and pale faces. Some were cursing under their breath, some were leaning against the wall smoking their last few cigarettes, and some were craning their necks to look at the sky.

The sky was so blue it was as if the apocalypse had never happened, as blue as any ordinary American morning when you'd go to the gas station for a coffee and then drive your beat-up pickup truck to work.

There are no zombies, no war, no virus. The devil took away humanity's exploitation, but led them to this apocalypse created under absolute fairness.

Sobbing, Emily and Tom returned, while their stammering companion brought one last piece of bad news.

Looking at her lifeless daughter in her arms, Emily trembled and knelt on the ground, tightly holding her daughter's cold body.

She opened her mouth, but no tears came out; extreme grief prevented her from making a sound. She held her daughter's body tightly, and finally—

bump!

She took out a pistol she had hidden for a long time, pointed it at her head, and pulled the trigger. As the bullet passed through the chamber, her life ended there.

The sun, perched atop the high-rise, calmly observes everything below.

He made a mark on the stone slab in his hand, and then a loud, carefree voice came from behind him.

"Hey, Mr. Devil, I heard you used to be a top lawyer. Why don't you have any reaction to this? Aren't you sad or anything?"

Hiromi Hiroshi turned around; standing behind him were three people.

A pale-faced, inhuman-looking young man with two spiky buns; a young man with dyed blond hair wearing a T-shirt and shorts who looked like a thug; and a giant panda.

Hiromi Nichisha knew all three of them.

"The tragedy is regrettable, but it is also a result of the law being fully upheld." Hiromi Hiraki put away the stone slab and said calmly.

"Before she cried for her daughter, she had also taken away the resources that others needed to survive in order to make a living for herself and her daughter. Perhaps they are vulnerable, but the vulnerable who choose to exploit others are no longer vulnerable."

"She paid the price for her actions. She could have left her daughter in the community. But she didn't. By insisting on taking her daughter away, she not only had to bear the consequences of her mistakes, but also the responsibility for causing her daughter's death."

Having said that, he raised the stone slab in his hand, and the next moment, Sophie's corpse and Emily's soul appeared blankly before him.

Emily immediately wanted to rush to her daughter's side, but the sundial separated them. Emily looked at him; she recognized this infamous, devilish judge, but as a mother, she still mustered her courage.

"Give me back my daughter, you monster!!!" Emily lunged at her, baring her teeth and claws.

But an invisible rope in the void bound her. Looking at Emily being captured, Hiromi Hirakawa pressed down on Sophie's head and softly pronounced his sentence.

“Emily, you were expelled from your community because of your greed and your attempt to take food from others by exploiting your vulnerable status. You could have left your daughter behind, but you took her away and embarked on a precarious path.”

"I'm a single mother, and I have to support myself and my daughter!" Emily cried.

"Besides, how could I leave Sophie there alone? She's so young, who can help her!"

“She is innocent,” Nichisha interrupted her calmly.

“However, you need to bear the responsibility for indirectly causing your daughter’s death. But your statement is very insightful. After careful consideration, my judgment for you is—enter the passage of the soul and begin the cycle of reincarnation.”

"As for your daughter, she will go to 'heaven' and spend enough fulfilling years there before entering the cycle of reincarnation, but in any case, you will never have the chance to meet again."

Sophia tried to explain, but the moment the rope disappeared, she was dragged into the passage of souls by an unseen force.

After making this simple judgment, Nichisha added a clause concerning children to the new, devilish law. Having finished writing, he looked expressionlessly at the person behind him.

"Do you have any further questions? Before you attempt to attack me."

"A question," Kinji asked curiously, raising his hand.

Is there really a heaven here?

“Yes.” Hiromi Higurashi nodded slowly. “That is the perfect world in the instant after death.”

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611. The ultimate god of Tieba is about to make his debut!

The existence of hell is so significant that heaven pales in comparison.

After all, rewarding good deeds and punishing mistakes is more important, since often not being punished is equivalent to being rewarded.

But Tsuruga still hopes that good people who deserve it can get a good ending.

Therefore, he created a paradoxical paradise in this world.

The so-called Dream Manipulation Technique is a technique derived from a level two sorcerer. As the name suggests, it involves the manipulation and control of dreams.

In fact, Tsurugi could have done something similar using his power of desire, but considering that there was also the unreliable Azazel here, he decided to give up.

Using techniques to achieve the desired result is actually more stable, since this is indeed a local force.

He uses dream manipulation to cover the essence of real people, ensuring a connection to the soul of every human being.

Then, naturally, the moment of death for those who are qualified is chosen, and that moment is stretched infinitely, allowing them to spend enough pleasure in a perfect dream.

As for why we don't actually create a paradise?

I don't have that ability. If we follow the Christian standard for Heaven, it would be an 'infinitely large' world equivalent to the universe, after all, it's a kingdom that would accommodate all qualified souls from creation to destruction.

Otherwise, why would Tsugumi's main body still be working now?

Moreover, this world has its own cycle of life and death. Although there is no underworld or judge, and regardless of whether one did evil in life or not, after death one simply enters the soul passage to be reborn in the next life, the cycle of life and death is indeed a part of this world.

Since it's the underlying logic, Tsurugi naturally wouldn't disrupt it, otherwise it would be a loss if it caused even bigger trouble later.

In short, such an award may seem a bit perfunctory, but it is acceptable to the vast majority of people.

A perfect dream that you can have as you wish, and you can even enjoy it with your family and friends.

Tsugumi's answer was accepted by Nichisha, and unsurprisingly, after Tsugumi left, the power to control Dream Walk would fall into his hands and those of the other demons.

Both a demon who punishes sinners and an angel who helps good people reach the ultimate pleasure—Tsugumi was used to her fullest potential.

"So you... according to the standard, your souls after death can also enjoy the treatment of heaven at the moment of death."

The car scanned the three people in front of it with dead fish eyes: Kinji, Sho, and Panda—and said that.

"Really? Me? Going to heaven?" Kinji pointed at himself in disbelief.

"You're a gambler, and you run an illegal underground casino," Hiromi Hiraki said with deadpan eyes.

“If it were me in the past, you would undoubtedly be found guilty by me.”