Ironclad Group Chat: Red and Black Lists Engraved with Heroic Epics

[Potio: Holy crap, what kind of attack mode is this thing? It kills you as soon as you write your name on it? That's too brutal!]

That's absolutely unreasonable!

Without even exchanging a glance, without throwing a single move, a single punch or kick, you can kill your opponent with just a flick of your pen? Without even a chance to retaliate?

Even the Star God of Hunting couldn't be this calm and collected when drawing his bow!

[Tingyun: Could this be the King of Hell's roll call?]

[Black Tower: Even when facing a slightly stronger opponent, it doesn't even need to pay a price; even if the opponent is far stronger, it's not impossible to eliminate them. Should such a thing exist?]

[Silver Wolf: If these restrictions were lifted, it would be like the universe is a gigantic game, and Sunday is holding the console. Tsk, oh dear, how could you be so pathetic, the cartridges got outdone!]

[Jing Yuan: Even more so, everyone, don't forget that Sunday today is no longer the weak and helpless Harmonious Walker on the screen, powerless against the long night moon, but the god of order!]

The entire world trembled!

How could I forget? It's precisely because the dream of Taiyi wasn't dispelled on Sunday, and he still possesses the divine status of a false god, that the notebook's potential was infinitely amplified...

[Star: Maybe, perhaps, possibly... Old Japan could now kill a weaker Star God with a single stroke?]

[Hanabi: Ouch~~ Hipe isn't going to be finished, is she? Her triple-faced soul has become a triple-faced portrait?!]

[Black Tower: We don't know for sure, but at least one thing is certain...]

She didn't need to finish speaking; everyone understood.

Sunday's lower limit has long surpassed that of mortals, so those who previously terrified all living beings in the galaxy, such as the Star Picker, the Extinction Scholar, and even the Great Lord of Extinction, the Iron Tomb, and even his creator, Zandal, can be wiped out with a snap of the fingers!

Moreover, not only does he possess the combat power to destroy, but more importantly, even if he escapes from the environment of Pinocene and flees to the edge of the galaxy, he can still be killed on the spot!

And the most gratifying thing, the thing that even ordinary people and office workers who have nothing to do with it can't help but smile wickedly, is the person who gets their hands on this thing...

His name is Sunday!

Judgment! It's time to judge all evil!

Pinocchio, on Sunday, stared at the unassuming black notebook in his hand, his heart pounding.

Although the paper looked no different from ordinary books, he knew that he now held the terrifying power to judge all villains, and even evil gods.

Moreover, the execution was carried out immediately!

But Sunday's expression was extremely complex. With great power comes great responsibility, and having experienced the defeat shown on the screen, his thinking had matured considerably.

"The universe is not a game. Even if all the evil NPCs are judged, and even Nanook is sent to his grave, it will not prevent evil from being born in the entire galaxy. It can destroy the body, but it cannot destroy suffering, nor can it necessarily eradicate evil."

This thing should certainly be used, but it should never be abused.

However, other people may have different ideas from him.

On Sunday, looking up at the Grand Theatre, the blue glow emanating from it was even stronger than before.

After the broadcast on the screen, a significant portion of the sympathetic support, which had diminished due to doubts, disappointment, or other factors, miraculously rebounded in the blink of an eye.

And it's a surge! Far exceeding previous surges!

[Employee A: Sunday is here, the world is at peace! Sunday is here, the sky is clear!]

[Star: Lord Extinction, put everything else aside for now. If fighting Nanook isn't safe, then kill Lord Extinction first! They've been bullying me these past few days, it's absolutely inhuman! There's one in every 'what if' scenario, one lurking in every direction you go, and each one's future looks bleaker than the last. For the next six months, don't say anything more, just write them all out, first make Nanook a lone commander! Doesn't He like to bully other people's minions? Let Him experience the fate of a minotaur!]

[Mourning the Performer: Support! Strong support! To catch the thief, first catch the king; it's better to deal with the most troublesome foe first.]

They hadn't forgotten at all that the Fenfeng was preparing to launch a surprise attack on the Glazed Light Belt, and was even on its way! Fortunately, the light screen gave them the opportunity to relocate in advance; otherwise, they would have had no choice but to continue their acting careers and use their lives to complete a truly moving tragedy!

[Potio: We can't let his little darling Oswald get away either! This guy isn't as strong as those Destroyer Commanders, but he has the company's resources, so the scope of his harm is vast! Let's take him out first; the most people will benefit!]

[Gold Sand: You rude knight-errant! I will not allow you to slander my colleague like this. To prove the innocence of the Market Development Department Head, I propose a massive anonymous vote within the company and on the planets managed by his department to decide his fate! Our Strategic Investment Department will cover the manpower and expenses for this vote. The ten of us at Stoneheart cannot stand idly by while our colleague is wronged; even if it means some of us have to pay out of our own pockets, we will prove his innocence!]

[Qingque: Goodness, is this what fierce business warfare is like? The relationships between colleagues and superiors/subordinates at Luofu are still too friendly.]

You're not trying to prove his innocence, you're just desperate to kill him.

Take a look at the sample you selected.

The fact that the vote among the company's internal employees and the planets under the jurisdiction of the market development department failed to break through 99.9999% is all thanks to the fact that Oswald has bought off enough assassins!

[Jingyuan: Sigh... If it weren't for the somewhat unreasonable implication of bringing up the plague that afflicted our ancestors, I would have argued with them.]

[Black Tower: Should we include the names of our predecessors...? Whether their existence is good or bad is hard to say.]

[Lagushi: If Mr. Sunday intends to sever the Star God from a physical standpoint, I and the other slices are willing to contribute our wisdom. We would gladly offer our lives simply to witness the fall of the Star God of Knowledge.]

[Star: Wow, there's even a buff?]

The world was abuzz with excitement, with many people posting the names of their enemies and even repeatedly flooding the screen, hoping to catch Sunday's attention.

It's a mixed bag; some people even posted pictures of their takeout being stolen by their stupid neighbors.

There's nothing I can do, there are just too few spots. It only happens once a month, when will it be my turn... to be my rival?

Conversely, those who are self-aware of their actions have fully experienced the fear of being dominated by Sunday in the light curtain, even a hundred times more terrifying!

Sunday won't kill the train crew, but killing these other people on Sunday would be no problem at all!

"I can't be nominated too... Wait, there really is?" Scott craned his neck, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

In the rapidly scrolling group chat, he actually managed to spot one of his own names.