Collapse Iron: As the Balance Envoy, I've joined the chat group

(Contains personal interpretations and some IF scenarios)

(Let's begin constructing history!)

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Inside a colossal building entirely transformed from a giant celestial body, known to the world as the Cosmic Court.

Countless "arbitrators," dressed no differently from ordinary people, gathered together in small groups to discuss the upcoming revised regulations based on their own understanding of "balance."

Of course, the work of an arbitrator is not limited to this.

As a follower of "balance", I am a person who practices the path of balance.

They rarely appear in the Cosmic Court most of the time.

More often than not, the solution is to intervene by presenting a concrete representation of the binary concept to those who violate "equilibrium," thereby restoring everything to equilibrium.

In the absence of the above circumstances, arbitrators prefer to be as close as ordinary people.

In the vast universe, there are countless stars and worlds.

Only a minority of people can embark on their destiny's path, and the majority of those who maintain the ecological balance of this universe are still ordinary people.

Star gods, destinies, and geniuses surpass mortals by far, making it easier for them to cause imbalance in the universe.

What ordinary people cannot achieve in a lifetime of hard work, a genius can reach with a flash of inspiration.

The aftershocks of battles between some powerful beings can even cause the world to collapse and planets teeming with life to perish instantly.

Few people pay attention to these destroyed worlds, as if they were accidentally stepping on an ant while strolling along the road.

Only the "balance" school of thought is dedicated to following in each other's footsteps, measuring, judging, and correcting... hoping that the world will return to balance.

Therefore, these arbitrators, in the eyes of the sleepers, those who cannot see the connections between all things (mortals), in most parts of the world.

Arbitrators are no different from gods.

They are closest to mortals and fulfill the responsibility of connecting all things that are separated, hence they are also called "the knot-tying people".

In the eyes of the arbitrator, there is no difference between naturally growing plants and man-made towers.

They are focused on a larger equilibrium, with only the two ends of the scale worthy of attention.

After all, the being they follow, the Lord of "Balance," has long since integrated his will into the logic of the universe's movement, eternally maintaining the balance and stability of all things in the world.

There are always busybodies who tirelessly search for flaws in the system, believing that wisdom is superior to the stars.

Little did they know that they had already become a string of monitored individuals, unable to escape the intricate network He had woven.

Thinking they had secretly taken the golden weight from the other side of the scale, they were smug about the ripples they had created.

He always sees through the tricks of the world, and the stars return the slew rate to zero.

They are very patient; in the endless passage of time, all things will eventually return to balance.

Arbitrators, these followers of "balance," naturally cannot, within their limited lifespans, view all things in the world with the same equality as each other, or govern the world through inaction.

We can only seek the beauty of "balance" in the mundane world, sparing no effort to eliminate the extremes of the world:

Beauty and ugliness, joy and sorrow, good and evil, love and hate—countless opposing concepts have been created and interpreted, solely to satisfy the arbitrators' obsession with a "zero-sum" universe.

But rules made by mortals are ultimately full of loopholes.

Left with no other choice, the arbitrators had to continuously correct past errors over the long years.

The expectation of achieving equilibrium is always placed in the next "patch".

They watched everything in silence, knowing full well that the balance of power would not be shaken in the slightest by worldly drama.

All of this underwent a subtle change after that seemingly nonchalant figure appeared on the supreme judge's seat beneath the golden scales at the very center of the Grand Court.

The man in the seat was named Zhong Heng, and the cosmic court where these arbitrators were currently seated was established by him.

In this world filled with star gods and all sorts of eccentric fates, in a universe where the strong roam freely, without immense power, the idea of ​​establishing a grand court to judge all living beings is nothing short of a pipe dream.

Putting aside other matters, a global behemoth like Interstellar Peace Corporation would certainly not agree to this.

Nobody wants a Damocles' sword hanging over their head.

But Zhongheng actually managed to do it.

With its formidable strength and unwavering adherence to the principle of "balance," the Cosmic Court has remained steadfast and impartial for many years.

Before being brought to this world by the heavy-duty truck that was specifically designed to transport talent to all corners of the universe, Zhong Heng was just an ordinary person.

Fortunately, the process was instantaneous, painless, and no one asked for her opinion before she was brought into this world.

Zhong Heng didn't know whether he was physically possessed or had his soul transmigrated.

When I opened my eyes again, all I knew was that I had become a baby.

It exists on the treetop where reality and illusion are indistinguishable and the end is nowhere in sight.

At first, he didn't know it was a "tree" or what kind of world he had come to.

Just as it was about to speak, it found that it could only let out a loud cry, like a newborn infant.

However, it was precisely this cry that seemed to awaken the consciousness of someone who had climbed to the top of the tree and was about to sink into the sight before them.

Then, amidst a loud laugh that seemed to resonate throughout the universe and echoed deep within his soul, Zhong Heng humiliatingly fainted.

When he woke up again, a red, grinning mask came into view. The mask made a sound like someone who had successfully played a prank, and it called him "nephew".

At that time, Zhong Heng, who was still an infant, suddenly felt dizzy and almost fainted.

I've finally come to understand what kind of world I've entered.

He played Honkai Impact 3rd before it was created by the Grand Canal.

What you see in the game is just the tip of the iceberg.

In a world where the entire universe is the stage, there are countless events that were once only mentioned in game descriptions or brief remarks, or even those that were never recorded or disseminated.

A world filled with star gods, eccentrics, geniuses, and the strong—the word "dangerous" doesn't even begin to describe its perilousness.

Moreover, judging from the current situation, it seems that "Joy" Aha has only recently become a Star God.

In other words, the moment that Vasubandhu calculated for the future to spread throughout the entire universe has not yet occurred.

What about global locust plagues, interstellar trade wars, imperial wars, the wars of Emperor II...?

Thinking of all this, Zhong Heng turned pale with fright.

After mentally confirming several times that he wasn't carrying any cheat codes, his anxiety finally subsided.

But then I thought about it again, even though I had transmigrated here.

But without any special advantages or blessings, it was uncertain whether he could survive until then, so he felt relieved.

However, Zhongheng was relieved a little too soon.

He was still thinking about the future and forgot that Aha, who had just become a star god, was still there.

Have you not heard that when there is no danger, pleasure itself is the greatest danger?

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