Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

Just then, a nurse from the corner of the lab ran over, phone in hand: "Doctor! Something terrible has happened!"

"what's up?"

"A demonic event!" The nurse's voice trembled. "And this time, the demon's arrival coincided with a live broadcast across the entire internet! Oh right! And there's Cheng Cheng, who came to the lab last time; he's fighting the demon... Doctor, when did you secretly perform the super-transformation surgery on him?"

"what?!"

Mu Yuan snatched the phone and saw Cheng Cheng engulfed in black flames, throwing a punch that sent the demon flying and crashing through three walls.

"???"

Use the slide replay function to watch it again.

Twice.

Three times.

Then, she turned around abruptly and opened the communicator again: "Xiao Liu, where is Cheng Cheng's seed?"

"What? It fell over?! How could it fall over? Where did it fall over?"

"What do you mean I gave an order? Go and retrieve it immediately!"

"Yes! Immediately, collect it all! Not a single drop is allowed to leak! You have to lick it back even if you have to!"

After hanging up the phone, he suddenly remembered something and quickly dialed another line: "Notify the security department to immediately organize a task force! No, send fusion warriors! Send the strongest ones you can find nearby to provide support!"

…………

"Bang--!!!"

In the venue, fists and claws clashed again, producing a metallic clang!

Cheng Cheng grunted and slid back three meters, his feet carving two charred tracks in the ground. He looked down and saw another deep, bone-revealing wound on his left arm, blood flowing down his forearm and dripping onto the ground.

pain.

That fucking hurts.

In Fate/Grand Order, 90% of the pain sensation is blocked by the system; the remaining 10% is less about pain and more about "injury alerts".

But reality is different—the tearing sensation of every wound, the overstretching of every muscle, the vibration of every bone are all clearly fed back to the brain.

There is no pain shielding.

There is no rollback to start over.

There is only one chance here, only one body that can feel pain, fatigue, bleeding, and death—is this the feeling Sylvia had every time she fought against cultists, monsters, and demons?

No, it should be said that for Sylvia, who saves her game every time, she only has one life.

"Huh...huh..."

Cheng Cheng, panting heavily, raised his right hand and wiped the blood from his face—he didn't know if it was from the demon or his own.

The demon stood ten meters away, and he wasn't in much better shape either.

Its left shoulder caved in after being punched by Cheng Cheng, and black mist kept gushing out of the wound like a deflated balloon. The smile on its face had long since disappeared, replaced by ferocity and rage.

"Human..." the demon's voice was hoarse, "you are strong... much stronger than I imagined..."

It raised its head, and the red light in its eyes became even more intense.

"But do you think that's the end of it? Don't forget, I haven't even used my powers yet—"

what! ?

Suddenly, the demon opened its arms, and even more black mist surged out of its body, instantly filling the entire venue!

"Domain Expansion - 'Court of Injustice'!"

The next second, Cheng Cheng felt that the space around him had changed.

The chaotic stand-up comedy venue gradually disappeared, replaced by a phantom resembling a courtroom. The demon appeared in the plaintiff's seat, while he himself was bound to the defendant's seat by an invisible force, unable to leave!

The demon hovered in front of him, a mocking smile on its face.

"Why do you think I would fight you hand-to-hand?" said the Demon of Injustice. "My power, 'Court of Injustice,' requires me to suffer sufficient damage to activate, and once activated—even a high-ranking demon is at my mercy!"

"Then let's test the first transformation of my power—framing!"

what?

The demon of injustice sneered, cupping his hands towards the high courtroom: "Your Honor, he hurt me!"

Suddenly, a pure black, illusory figure appeared high above the distorted courtroom, picked up a small gavel, and gently tapped it:

"Ten years in prison!"

"boom--!"

An invisible pressure suddenly descended!

Cheng Cheng felt his internal organs being squeezed, his bones groaning under the strain, his strength draining away, and his consciousness beginning to blur—

No, we can't do that!

Cheng Cheng bit his tongue, and the sharp pain instantly brought him to his senses!

He seemed to understand the power of the evil demon of injustice—to enter the courtroom after suffering some harm and force the other party to be punished through sentencing?

Then you must defend yourself, or you will surely die!

"Your Honor!" Cheng Cheng cried out, struggling, "It attacked me too! This is a fight!"

According to Cheng Cheng's understanding, the laws of this realm are fixed. Since he was punished for harming the demon, the demon should also be punished for harming him!

However, the judge's phantom remained motionless on the high seat, as if he had not heard anything!

"Hahahaha!" The demon burst into laughter. "Didn't expect that, did you? This is the second transformation of 'injustice,' 'privilege'!"

Then, the judge's figure on the high throne gradually became clearer, finally revealing a mocking face exactly like the devil's—

This judge is actually in cahoots with the evil of injustice!?

Chapter 23, A Battle of Wits Comparable to the Pinnacle...

"Your Honor, did you hear that?" the devil of injustice sneered. "He actually falsely accused me!"

Within the realm of the "Court of Injustice" created by the demon, the illusory judge with the same face as the demon smiled slightly and raised his gavel: "Defendant Cheng Cheng is guilty of false accusation and framing, and his sentence is increased by five years."

"boom!"

As the judge's gavel fell, Cheng Cheng felt as if a ton of cement was pressing down on his chest, his ribs groaning under the unbearable weight.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and barely managed to keep from kneeling down by gripping the railing of the defendant's dock tightly with his left hand.

The demon of injustice stood in the plaintiff's seat, his smile growing increasingly distorted.

It raised its hand, pointed at Cheng Cheng, and its voice hissed like a venomous snake:

"Your Honor, he is also guilty of arson, intentionally setting fire to a public place!"

The gavel fell again.

"An additional ten years in prison!"

"boom--!"

Cheng Cheng's legs went weak, and he knelt on one knee. The invisible pressure made it difficult for him to breathe, and his vision began to darken.

In this unjust court, the so-called "sentencing" is not punishment in the legal sense, but rather a rule-based suppression that acts directly on the body—with each additional layer of punishment, the physical burden increases.

"And another thing!" the demon's voice grew louder and louder, "He destroyed public facilities, disrupted legal gatherings, and caused massive property damage!"

"Sentenced to life imprisonment!"

"boom--!!!"

Cheng Cheng could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground, his body pressing against the tiles and creating a spiderweb-like crack.

He could hear his bones groaning, his internal organs churning, and blood gushing from his mouth and nose.

life imprisonment.

The judge and the devil colluded, each crime punished to the highest standard, and in just a few words, he was sentenced to life imprisonment!

And this is not the end.

The demon licked its lips, its eyes burning with a blood-red light. It spoke slowly, its voice laced with the mocking schadenfreude of a cat toying with a mouse:

"Your Honor, I haven't even mentioned the most important crimes yet—"

Cheng Cheng struggled to lift his head and look at the demon.

He saw the demon's lips curl into a wide grin, the undisguised murderous intent in its eyes, and its slowly rising finger—

"He attempted to murder the plaintiff—"

"That is, me."

The courtroom was deathly silent.

On the high seat, the judge's phantom slowly turned its head, revealing a cold, inhuman expression on its face, which was exactly the same as the demon of injustice.

The mallet is raised.

"Defendant Cheng Cheng is guilty and should be sentenced—"

Cheng Cheng's heart suddenly tightened.

He could guess what the next level after life imprisonment was even with his toes.

death penalty.

He will die.

You really can die.

Here, in this twisted court constructed of demonic power, one is sentenced to death with a gavel, and then meets a grand death like the water god Fucarus.

No.

It can't end like this.

I still have formidable enemies to deal with, sins to atone for, and mistakes to correct—how can I stop?

Cheng Cheng gritted his teeth, using all his strength to stare intently at the demon, but the battle had taken a heavy toll on him. He needed time, even just one more second…