Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

His voice was calm, so calm that it didn't sound like someone who had just broken in through a window from the third floor.

The demon was about to continue its false accusations when it saw a glimmer of hope in the boy's eyes:

"Help...help me...he's a demon...he's trying to control me..."

The words came to an abrupt halt.

Because the boy's sword was already pressed against its mouth, the tip of the sword gently flicking, piercing its lips, prying open its teeth, and probing into its mouth—

Then, twist it hard!

"Pfft."

The sound of flesh and blood being shredded.

The demon's tongue, teeth, palate... were transformed into a blurry mixture of flesh and blood as the blade spun, gushing from the corner of its mouth.

Its eyes widened in disbelief and terror, and when it opened its mouth, it could only make a soft "hoarse" sound.

The boy sheathed his sword, shook off the bloodstains, and then looked at the illusory figure of the judge on the high seat.

The judge's phantom remained motionless.

It watched as the demon's mouth was ripped apart, watched as the demon convulsed in agony on the ground, watched as the black mist spewed out wildly...

But it did not respond.

"As expected," the boy thought to himself, "as long as the devil doesn't initiate a 'court trial,' even if the crime happens right before his eyes, the judge will turn a blind eye."

"This is the flaw in the power of 'injustice'—passive, rigid, and ultimately inferior to true 'justice' and 'judgment.'"

He turned his head and looked at Cheng Cheng:

"Is it still under control?"

“Yes…” Cheng Cheng came back to his senses and sensed the state of the puppet's strings. “It was injured because of your attack and broke free from the control of the strings a bit. It still has… ten seconds left.”

Although the demon's mouth was destroyed and it could no longer speak, it was not dead yet. The binding of the spirit threads had reached its final stage, just a little bit more...

“Then you continue,” the boy said, “I’ll watch it for you.”

Cheng Cheng nodded, focusing his attention on the last bit.

three.

two.

One.

"Puppet control complete"

The invisible threads tightened completely, sinking deep into the demon's soul.

The demon's struggle ceased.

Its eyes went from pain, terror, and despair to emptiness, blankness, and vacancy. Finally, it completely lost all its vitality, standing motionless like a puppet with its strings cut, with only its chest still rising and falling slightly, proving that it was still alive.

The shadow of the courtroom has completely vanished.

The venue was restored to its original state—a broken stage, overturned chairs, bloodstains, and lingering black mist.

Cheng Cheng slumped to the ground, panting heavily. With each breath, his chest ached as if it were about to split open.

But he is still alive. The devil has lost.

He won!

The boy walked to the demon's side, knelt down, checked its condition, and then spoke into the communicator:

"Confirmed. The demon of injustice has been defeated."

He stood up, walked towards Cheng Cheng, took out a small medical kit from his tactical backpack, and pulled out two syringes.

"Painkillers and clotting agents," the boy said. "Will you do it yourself, or should I help you?"

"I...I'll do it myself." Cheng Cheng took the syringe, bit off the needle cap, and injected it into his thigh.

The cool liquid injected into the body quickly relieved the pain, and the bleeding from the wound began to slow down.

"Thank you," Cheng Cheng said in a hoarse voice.

"You're welcome." The boy squatted down in front of him, calmly looking him over. "Cheng Cheng, right?"

"You know me?" Cheng Cheng stood up, enduring the pain. "Who are you? Which organization do you belong to? Why...why do demons appear in reality?"

The boy was slightly taken aback.

Dr. Mu Yuan was so anxious for me to come and provide support, so why doesn't Cheng Cheng recognize the church insignia on me? Isn't he one of our people?

Where did his spark come from?

The puppet and the burning at the stake... These two should be in the hands of the cult leader. There is only one of the same kind of fire, so it is possible that the cult leader lent it to him, but he seems to know nothing about the church... Could he be the cult leader's secret boyfriend?

I see, that explains it.

Should I explain this to him? Will His Holiness the bishop be angry if he finds out I acted on my own initiative?

Forget it, shall we just stop talking?

Cheng Cheng watched the boy remain silent for a full minute, assuming it was some kind of secret. He was just about to say that it was inconvenient to talk about it when the boy suddenly spoke:

"Dr. Mu Yuan sent me to provide support." The boy decided to speak up. "We are the Church of the Primordial God. If you find it inconvenient, you can simply call us the 'Church of the Primordial God'."

Genshin?

You copied the name of our game "Yuan Shen", didn't you?

Cheng Cheng was about to fly into a rage when the boy continued, "The demons of today are all trapped in the abyss. If they want to descend to Earth, they must give up a lot of power or sign a contract with humans to become demon humans—the Unjust Demon belongs to the latter."

Who are you?

“Cain,” the boy said. “The seventh generation fusion warrior, codenamed 'Cain'.”

"A fusion warrior?"

“It’s a super soldier created by fusing human and demon genes.” Cain pointed to the horns on his head. “The technology is quite advanced now… Didn’t you have the super-transformation surgery?”

"never heard of that."

It's unclear what Cain was thinking, but after a long silence, he took out a small bottle from his backpack and handed it to Cheng Cheng: "An oral medicine to speed up wound healing. Drink it; you're badly injured."

Cheng Cheng took it, unscrewed it, and tilted his head back to drink it.

The cool liquid slid down his throat and quickly spread to his limbs and bones. He could feel the pain in his internal organs lessening and the tingling sensation in his wounds intensifying—that was because the cells were dividing and healing at an accelerated pace.

"The Church of the Primordial God..." Cheng Cheng put down the bottle, "What do you do?"

According to Cheng Cheng's insights in "Fate/stay night: Immortal Crown", this organization should be a villainous group that desires the arrival of demons to destroy human society - but the boy in front of me is clearly fighting against demons. I really don't know what this organization with the same name in reality is.

“We control, we protect.” Cain suddenly raised his head. “We are the last line of defense between humanity and demons—all for the sake of all mankind.”

"Sounds like a righteous organization."

“Indeed.” Cain smiled and walked to the demon’s side. “Do you want to take this puppet home?”

The thought of bringing this devil with Jing Liyuan's face home made Cheng Cheng feel nauseous: "No."

"The spark is yours, but can I have the demon's flesh and blood?"

Cheng Cheng nodded in agreement, and then saw Cain kill the controlled demon with a single sword strike, then use the tip of his sword to pry out the flame from its chest and hand it to Cheng Cheng.

The moment it touched it, the spark turned into a wisp of light and disappeared into Cheng Cheng's chest.

"Obtaining the Spark: Injustice"

"Spark of Injustice: After taking a certain amount of damage, the domain "Court of Injustice" can be opened. Within the domain, neither party can attack the other, but the holder enjoys privileges and can continue to make false accusations, which can be punished by a judge."

The system notification sound was exactly the same as in the game, which made Cheng Cheng even more confused.

What is real and what is fake?

Is the game world really just a game? Is Sylvia really just a character? And what about these things in reality—are they real or fake?

I can no longer distinguish between games and reality.

He looked down at his hands, which were covered in scars.

He almost died in today's battle.

If Cain hadn't appeared in time, if the demon's powers hadn't been flawed, if luck hadn't been on our side...

Cain hoisted the demon's corpse onto his shoulder and was about to leave when he suddenly raised his head, closed his eyes to contemplate for a moment, and then nodded to Cheng Cheng: "You can go back now. Rest and recover well these next two days. Dr. Mu Yuan wants to see you in three days."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to rest." Cheng Cheng smiled wryly, pointing to the photographer in the distance who looked completely shocked. "I should be famous by now, right?"

“The photographer is still here…” Cain paused for a moment, “Then she also needs to undergo a C-level memory cleansing… Don’t worry, I just received news that the ‘Second Seat’ used his powers, and the whole world will forget everything that happened today. You can live a normal life.”

After saying that, he leaped off the building.

A few seconds later, the roar of a propeller came from afar—the black helicopter had returned and picked him up.

Cheng Cheng sat there, looking at the night sky outside the breach.

After a long while, he slowly stood up and limped toward the exit.

…………

That evening, at 11:20 PM.

The older sister helped Cheng Cheng open the door, complaining as she walked, "Why did my brother manage to fall and hurt himself like this just to go to the toilet?"

The potion Cain gave him had healed his wounds and stopped the bleeding. Cheng Cheng bought a new outfit for free at the mall. When he saw his sister again, she seemed to have forgotten everything. It was unknown what mind control methods the Primal God Cult used to implant some non-existent memories into the audience.

The living room lights were still on.

The father was sitting on the sofa, playing the card game "Three Kingdoms Kill" on his phone. The mother was in the kitchen and peeked out when she heard the door open.

"Mom..." Cheng Cheng began, "I can't tell, I really can't tell!"

Mother:"???"

"It's common to not be able to tell the difference, don't worry, Mom will cure you with traditional Chinese medicine." The mother sighed, "Why are you so pale after you went out? Mom will make you a pot of soup to replenish your qi and blood. Go take a bath first, and then drink it."

For the first time in his life, Cheng Cheng felt that having a mother who had studied traditional Chinese medicine on her own was a good thing.

"……Um."

Cheng Cheng walked into the bathroom, closed the door, locked it, and turned on the shower. The hot water washed over his body, fading the smell of blood and easing his fatigue.