The main body is SSS-level, and the mirror image is also SSS-level.

[Upgrade Requirements: Judge the Black Emperor in the world of [God's Addiction]!]

Congratulations on successfully judging the Black Emperor!

Congratulations on your successful level upgrade!

[Name: Bo Jin]

[Sequence: SSS-level [Mirror]]

[Current Nightmare Value: 71]

Current Realm: Seventh Rank [Sinking]

[Next Tier: Tier 8 [Eternal Night]]

[Upgrade Requirements: Loading, stay tuned!]

[Mirror of Time: Allows time to rewind or advance by five seconds.]

[Note: Can be used in conjunction with any skill.]

As Bo Jin successfully adjudicated the Black Emperor Qin Ming, his advancement notification appeared.

Ok?

The Mirror of Time?

God!

Can time rewind or advance by five seconds?!

Another ridiculously overpowered skill?!

Bo Jin's lips curled up slightly.

Then gods, I will not be polite to you.

I'm going to test this "Mirror of Time" on you guys with my sister.

……

In the sea of ​​stars.

The mirror clone sensed the upgrade fluctuation that belonged to the original body.

Seventh level [Sinking].

That familiar aura pierced through the barriers of the world and landed clearly in his perception.

The mirror image had its eyes closed, and the corner of its mouth twitched slightly.

"You've been promoted."

He muttered something under his breath, as if confirming something with someone, or perhaps talking to himself.

The starry sea was empty and no one answered him.

He's used to it.

A moment later.

The mirror image opened its eyes, its gaze falling on the points of light floating around it.

He doesn't have much power to wield right now.

However, one of its powers can actually help the main body.

That is it.

The conditions for upgrading have been announced.

He calmed himself down and focused his attention on the sequence panel of his main body.

The information floated in his mind, and he could see it clearly.

Current Realm: Seventh Rank [Sinking]

[Next Tier: Tier 8 [Eternal Night]]

[Upgrade Requirements: Loading, stay tuned!]

The mirror image stared at the word "loading" and remained silent for a few seconds.

What was written in this spot used to be determined by the old "Nightmare".

He writes down whatever he dreams of.

just now.

It was his turn.

"Nine Lives"

The mirror image spoke softly in the sea of ​​stars.

The True God [Nine Lives].

Both are righteous gods of the Nightmare path.

Back in the Seven Emotions World, Bo Jin absorbed a portion of the divine blood from the Nine Lives Divine Child, Shen Canghai, but that was only a superficial understanding.

The real key lies in the Nine Lives entity itself.

The nightmare-inducing blood flowing within him was the perfect nourishment for Bo Jin to advance from the seventh rank to the eighth rank, [Eternal Night].

The judgment is made on nine lives.

Absorb divine blood.

Advance to the eighth rank.

complete in one step.

The mirror clone wrote this upgrade condition into the main body's panel.

[Upgrade Requirements: Judgment of the Seven Emotions World, Righteous God of Nine Lives!]

After doing this.

He directed his consciousness toward the direction of his physical body.

……

God's indulgence.

The ruins of the imperial capital.

Bo Jin was standing on the shattered remains of the Heavenly Ladder.

A new requirement for advancement suddenly popped into my mind.

He glanced at it.

stunned.

"Judgment of Nine Lives?"

"What a coincidence?"

The next moment, the voice of the mirror image clone came to my ears.

【Yes. 】

This is the authority I currently possess.

[After purification, the Nightmare Emotional Blood of Nine Lives can directly propel you to the peak of the seventh rank.]

[Then, during the adjudication process, the advancement ceremony is completed, directly advancing to the eighth rank.]

Listen to this sound.

Bo Jin felt a sense of great peace of mind.

It's so satisfying to have your own people cheating like that!

There's no need to worry about any scheming or plotting.

Immediately.

It was as if I could hear the voice of the original being.

The voice of the mirror image came through.

I am Nightmare, this is my job.

Bo Jin's lips twitched.

It feels really strange to hear your own clone say such things.

But he didn't make any more jokes.

Because he sensed the suppressed weariness in the mirror image's words.

That kind of exhaustion of being alone in an empty place, with no one to talk to.

So Bo Jin simply nodded.

"clear."

Be careful.

【I know. 】

There's one more thing.

The mirror image's voice became lower.

Only you and I know that I became the Nightmare.

No one can tell.

[Including heartlessness.]

Bo Jin remained silent for a while.

He understood what this meant.

Once exposed, the true [End] will crush the mirror image clones immediately.

They took away the authority of [Nightmare] along with it.

By then, not only will the mirror image die.

Their greatest support will also disappear completely.

"I know."

Bo Jin replied in a low voice.

very short.

But that's enough.

The mirror image remained silent.

Consciousness recedes from the mind of the original being.

The sea of ​​stars returned to silence.

……

imperial capital.

After the Black Emperor died.

The entire city seemed to have had its bones pulled out of its neck, and it went limp all at once.

The black flag above the palace was torn to shreds by the wind and hung limply on the flagpole, ignored by everyone.

Those Imperial Guards of the Underworld who were still putting up a stubborn resistance fell the moment Qin Ming's body fell from the Heavenly Ladder.

The sound of weapons hitting the ground never stopped.

One by one.

Ding ding ding.

It felt like a downpour of iron rain.

"surrender!"

"We surrender!"

"The Black Emperor is dead, the world belongs to Qin!"

The Imperial Guards knelt down in droves.

The black-armored soldiers knelt down in droves.

Even the few eighth-level experts who were originally guarding the palace gate removed their armor and knelt on the gravel.

They knew it very well.

Qin Ming is dead, and [Happy] will no longer care about them.

If they keep fighting, they'll only be crushed into dust by the girl sitting on the throne.

Meanwhile, the pro-Qin faction...

An elderly man with white hair stood in the ruins, leaning on a broken sword.

His armor was mostly shattered, his left arm hung limply at his side, a bone broken and still bleeding.

But he was smiling.

He laughed until tears streamed down his face.

"The late Emperor!"

The old man turned and knelt down in the direction of the underground palace.

His voice was so hoarse it was almost broken.

"The Black Emperor is dead! The Qin Dynasty is not over!"

Behind.

Thousands of assassins knelt down in response.

The shouts shook half of the capital.

"The Qin Dynasty has not perished!"

"The Qin Dynasty has not perished!"

"Welcome back to the throne, First Emperor!"

Deep within the underground palace.

The sound of chains breaking rang out.

A golden light shot up from the ground into the sky.

The golden dragon soared above the capital, and most of the black corrosion on its scales had faded.

The First Emperor Qin Zheng returned to the imperial city.

He stood atop the ruins of the palace, his white hair disheveled, his figure so thin that he didn't resemble a ninth-tier powerhouse.

Two years of imprisonment took so much from him.

But those eyes were still bright.

Qin Zheng glanced at the civil and military officials and the remaining soldiers kneeling on the ground.

He looked up again at the long staircase leading to the gods that was gradually disappearing in the sky.

At last.

His gaze fell on Bo Jin, who was standing at the edge of the ruins.

Bo Jin still held the sword of painful judgment.

Qin Zheng nodded slightly to him.

"The adjudicator."

"The Great Qin owes you a life."

Bo Jin sheathed his sword and waved his hand.

"No debt."

"Just take care of your own world."

Qin Zheng was silent for a moment, then smiled.

"it is good."

This is the end.

The world was returned to Qin.