Chapter 188: Clamor! All Clamor! It's Great to Clamor!

「【Confidant】！」

Buzz!

Su Ming's words fell, and his spiritual power began to burst.

The authority granted by 【Mortal White Face】 was driven to its limit at this moment.

A vague humanoid outline slowly emerged from the void.

Its face was indistinct, its form fleeting, like smoke and mist.

But the moment it sat down.

It was no longer void, but a living existence—

Born with the ability to hear every hidden nuance of the world and see through all joys and sorrows concealed beneath the flesh!

Lofty mountains and flowing water, all just to find a confidant!

「Not enough! 」

Su Ming's eyes were bloodshot, and fatigue rose like a tide.

Yet the fervor in his eyes grew more like a raging wildfire.

A single 【Confidant】 is still insufficient to stir a storm.

After all…

What he wants… is everything!

Su Ming's gaze swept over the empty seats in the second row.

Like a deity, selecting his own followers.

「Second, 【Prosecutor】! 」

He raised his hand again, using divinity as brush and thought as ink.

Another outline took shape!

This figure exuded a cold, law‑like aura.

It seemed that all worldly sins, in his eyes, were merely dossiers to be prosecuted and judged.

His sole purpose of existence was to leave no refuge for sin!

「Third, 【Historian】! 」

「Fourth, 【Litigator】! 」

「Fifth, 【Heartless One】! 」

……

Su Ming has gone completely mad!

Like a mischievous child who has opened a gate to a new world.

Fully immersed in this supreme pleasure of molding and world‑creating, he cannot pull himself away!

Spiritual power depleted?

Then just rest.

「Goo‑dong—! 」

He pulled another bottle of 【Source Blood】 from the 【Dimensional Reduction Warehouse】 and blew it directly, forcibly extending his endurance.

Pain!

The soul ripped with excruciating pain!

The facial muscles convulsed wildly.

Yet the smile at his mouth grew larger and more frantic.

【Penal Officer】, 【Case Reverser】, 【Martyr】, 【Observer】, 【Secretary】, 【Arbiter】…

Each a 【role】 that existed only as a concept.

He forcibly depicted them, dragged them into reality, and granted them the identity of 【Audience】.

One hour later.

「Huh… Huh…」

Su Ming staggered back half a step, one hand propping his knee, panting heavily.

His face was pale, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.

But his eyes shone terrifyingly bright.

Excitement!

Madness!

He slowly lifted his head, looking toward the stage floor.

The audience seats that were once empty.

Now, faint silhouettes!

Twenty‑seven outlines, each endowed with a different concept, sat there quietly.

Filling the first three rows to the brim.

Like a silent crowd of interdimensional onlookers, awaiting the director's command.

「Huh…」

Su Ming exhaled a puff of foul breath and straightened up.

He scanned the nine altars on stage, transformed from 【Western Shu Ruffian】, and grinned.

「The actors are in place. 」

「The audience has taken their seats. 」

"Now…"

He suddenly waved his hand.

"Fine drama, commence!"

Boom—!

A muffled thud sounded, and the lights below the stage seemed to dim a few degrees.

It seemed a spotlight shone precisely on the figure called Secretary.

Secretary slowly stood, and a yellowed dossier materialized in his hand.

He opened the dossier, his voice devoid of any emotion, echoing softly throughout the venue.

"Case File: Fleeting Splendor."

"Deceased: Imperial Capital tycoon, Wang Xuan."

"Crime scene: Wang Residence Secret Chamber. Numerous traps, internal lock reversed, no signs of forced entry."

"Cause of death: The deceased sat calmly on the Grand Master's chair, face serene, as if asleep."

"Three top forensic doctors jointly examined, finding no external injuries, no signs of poisoning, and no organ abnormalities."

"Conclusion: Natural death."

Secretary's thought paused, and the dossier turned a page.

"Point of doubt: On the night of the death, the seven priceless treasures the deceased had hidden all his life were simultaneously shattered."

"Moreover, his only son inherited the billions of family assets the next day."

"Three days later, he died violently on his bed, with a death identical to Wang Xuan's."

The dossier closed, and Secretary's figure sat down again, silently fading into the darkness.

The spotlight instantly shifted, landing on the Prosecutor.

Clang—!

Prosecutor's thought struck like a gavel, pounding heavily, intimidating the entire audience.

"Wang Xuan's death appears seamless, yet is riddled with flaws!"

"Its biggest flaw is the very serene appearance of death itself!"

"All death involves struggle! The will to live is a living being's instinct!"

"Wang Xuan died against his instinct; there must have been external interference!"

"This force, invisible and formless, is fiercer than any poison in the world, sharper than all blades under heaven!"

"I, the official, assert that the Killer used an unknown method—perhaps a curse, mind control, etc. —to erase the deceased's will to survive!"

"This is the motive for murder!"

Before the words finished.

In the corner, the Litigator let out a snicker, and the spotlight instantly cut over.

"Absurd!"

Litigator's thought was full of contempt and ridicule.

"Prosecutor, are you engaging in an Intellectual Duel with the air?"

"Curses? Will?"

"Can these intangible, vague things be written into the dossier and presented in court?!"

He stood up, as if pacing in a courtroom, his thought pressing aggressively.

"What is Karma? Only when cause and effect can be traced back does it constitute Karma!"

"Wang Xuan case: no Killer, no weapon, no forensic proof, no law to rely on!"

"Heaven does not punish, humanity does not investigate! With no beginning or end, where does Karma come from?!"

Litigator's thought, wielding a knife, made Human Heart hairs stand on end.

He intends to nail the Prosecutor onto the pillar of disgrace!

"No evidence, therefore no guilt!"

"No Karma, therefore no case!"

"This is the cornerstone of jurisprudence!"

"Otherwise, everyone in the world could be a suspect, and you and I would live under baseless disaster!"

Just as he finished speaking, another deep, ancient thought, scented with the dust of historical records, sounded slowly and steadily.

The spotlight fell on the figure called Historian.

Historian held a bamboo slip in his hand, his thought ancient, crude, and weighty.

"The 'Unofficial History: Jingkang Volume' records: The emperor suddenly died in the palace, with no illness, no injury, no poison."

"The Crown Prince ascended, and three months later also collapsed."

"All under heaven consider it the Mandate of Heaven, yet the Historian's pen records only four characters—its condition resembles a father!"

He paused briefly, his thought sweeping the entire venue.

"History does not lie."

"Similar scripts always repeat! Wang Xuan's case is not an isolated example."

"Repetition indicates a Rule! A Rule indicates human agency!"

Prosecutor's thought seized a lifeline and counterattacked instantly.

"This case must be murder!"

"Ridiculous!"

Litigator retorted, his thought growing increasingly frantic.

"History can only be used as a reference, not to convict!"

"Are we to make people a thousand years later pay with their lives for a case from a thousand years ago?!"

"Silence!"

"Bullshit!"

"Please watch your words!"

"I notice you, you immortal blockhead!"

Boom!

The entire courtroom scene erupted into chaos.

The Supervising Execution Officer's thought was icy and bone‑piercing, demanding that the litigant who disturbed the court be dragged out and beaten to death with a hundred strokes.

The Retrial Applicant, speaking in a sinister tone, said that this case is riddled with errors and omissions, should be sent back for retrial, and justice must be sought.

The Bystander remained silent from start to finish, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

And the silhouette that Su Ming had named the Ruthless Person finally emitted a thought utterly devoid of any fluctuation.

"Logically speaking, since one cannot prove existence, one also cannot prove non‑existence."

"Then this event is in a superposition state of both existence and non‑existence."

"Discussion is meaningless."

These words became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Everyone's gone mad!

These wills, endowed with different concepts, are like several logically self‑consistent yet mutually incompatible CPUs.

Around this perfect cold case, fierce debate rages without end!

Spotlights flickered wildly between the seats, fast enough to leave only afterimages.

This is no longer a trial.

But rather…

A top‑tier revelry of litigants, nitpickers, centrists, and keyboard warriors!

"Noise! All noise! It's great to start making noise!"

……