Starting with SSS-rank talent, I contracted the Forbidden Ferocity.

"Possessed by a different soul."

"Foreigners steal the spotlight."

"The people of the old world have usurped the title of king of this world."

"Is it acceptable?"

The gray-white judgment hangs on the trial platform.

At that moment, all the blood-red eyes around them closed.

It's not retreating.

Rather, it's as if they're avoiding something deeper.

Beneath Shen Ye's feet, the high platform transformed into a gray-white mirror-like lake.

Two shadows appeared in the mirror lake.

A ray from the old world.

One comes from this world.

Two shadows overlapped, both bearing the name Shen Ye.

The system prompts an error.

[Fourth review detected: Name from the original reviewer.]

[Objective: To identify the host as an outsider who has usurped the title.]

If convicted, the host's original name anchor will be destroyed.

[The Night King's title, the Eastern Xia King's register, and the Five Beasts Pact generals were simultaneously corrupted.]

Shen Ye looked at Mirror Lake.

He did not speak immediately.

The trial bench was very accurate this time.

It was more accurate than the previous three trials.

It has no execution chamber.

There is no name review dictionary.

There is no King's Name.

It directly interrogated Shen Ye.

On the gray-white judgment document, lines of writing fell one by one.

[Soul of the Old World. 】

This life.

The body and soul do not originate from the same source.

[The name does not belong to one entity.]

[Therefore, it was a case of usurping fame.]

The executioner's blade slowly turned towards Shen Ye.

The blade wasn't pointed at his head.

Instead, it was based on his name.

"Is it acceptable?"

Shen Ye looked up.

"recognize."

The gray-white judgment suddenly lit up.

But the next moment, Shen Ye's voice continued:

"I acknowledge that I come from the old world."

"Recognize that I am awake in this world."

"The soul that recognizes the body has a different origin."

"But to win the title."

"I don't acknowledge it."

Deep within the trial bench, that voice was as cold as ashes:

"My body is not the same as before."

"The soul is not this soul."

"Why shouldn't it be taken?"

Shen Ye looked down at the two shadows in the Mirror Lake.

"You said I stole your name."

Where are the victims?

The gray-white judgment was paused.

Shen Ye raised his hand and opened the Night King's Book.

"For someone to claim a title, there must be someone else who loses it."

"To possess a body, one must have the soul of a victim."

"The original owner of the stolen King's Mansion must file a lawsuit."

"Call him out."

There was a moment of silence on the trial bench.

Subsequently, Mirror Lake surged violently.

Old Jiangcheng.

Awakening Room.

A dilapidated rental house.

Hospital bed.

Student records.

Scenes rose from the mirror.

Finally, the grayish-white mist condensed into a blurry silhouette of a young boy.

The shadow stood opposite Shen Ye.

It has no facial features.

There was no breath.

There is only one name.

Shen Ye.

The voice from the judge's bench faded:

"This is my original name in this world."

"Shen Ye."

The gray-white executioner's blade trembled violently.

It was as if the moment this shadow spoke, Shen Ye would be judged as the one who stole the name.

Shen Ye looked at the shadow.

Are you going to sue me?

The boy's shadow did not answer.

The gray-white judgment forcefully suppressed the situation:

"A name lost in silence."

"Silence means tacit acceptance of being taken away."

Shen Ye's eyes turned cold.

"Silence is not consent."

"Silence is silence."

Zhu Jiu raised his head from the shadows.

The Netherworld unfolded, illuminating the young man's shadow.

No complaints.

There is no hatred.

There was no scream from the remnant soul after it was devoured.

It was just an empty shell, a fleeting shadow.

Jiechen closed his eyes and listened to the calamity.

He opened his eyes a moment later.

"No killing calamity."

The Night Feather Black Sun Netherfire fell, but it didn't burn the shadows; it only burned the grayish-white mist.

As the fog dissipated, the boy's afterimage faded even further.

Long Yuan frowned.

"Not a soul."

Guixu squatted by Mirror Lake and watched for a while.

"Empty."

Shen Ye looked up.

"Did you hear that?"

The voice from the trial bench was icy cold:

"The original owner of this body has perished."

"After you wake up, the name will be yours to use."

"Still just taking up a spot."

Shen Ye said:

"If I kill him, Jie Chen will hear the calamity of killing."

"If I were to devour his soul, Zhu Jiu would see the lingering resentment."

"If I were to take his name, the Night King's Namebook would incur a debt for taking his name."

"No, none of them."

The Night King's name was shaken.

The old Jiangcheng, formerly known as Anchor, is now illuminated.

That was the earliest body and soul anchor that Shen Ye left behind.

It wasn't given by Dongxia.

It wasn't given by the king's seal.

It wasn't given from behind the door.

It was after he woke up that he, with this body, this name, and this life, gradually walked to where he is now.

Shen Ye's voice was calm:

"When I arrived, he had no more soul fire."

"When I woke up, my body was not yet a corpse."

"He is not dead."

"The soul enters the body."

"His name is still Shen Ye."

"This is not robbery."

"This is waking up."

The gray-white judgment trembled violently.

Below the executioner's blade, a line of gray text appeared.

Outsiders should not inherit this worldly fame.

Shen Ye smiled.

"Who made that decision?"

The voice from the judge's bench faded:

"The trial is over."

Shen Ye took a step forward.

"Then you should examine the born abnormal souls first."

"Examine the reincarnation and rebuild the body."

"Examining possession and rebirth."

"Examining bloodline and ancestral origins."

"The Soul Returns to the Mysterious Realm".

"Examine all races and transform their bodies."

"After you've finished reviewing everything, then come and review me."

The gray-white judgment paused for a moment.

Shen Ye stared at it.

"You are not the one who came from the interrogation."

"You're only interrogating me."

The Night King's Classics flipped through the pages with a whoosh.

[The source is not buried] lights up.

[Fame Through Travel] lights up.

【Other Names】lights up.

The three certificates were finalized above the gray-white mirror lake.

Subsequently, the new certificate was formed stroke by stroke.

[The source of this information is not a crime.]

[Different origins of body and soul do not equate to usurping fame.]

[Without someone being deprived of their name, there is no crime of stealing one's title.]

[The awakened one identifies himself.]

boom!

The two shadows in the mirror lake began to overlap.

Shen Ye of the Old World.

Shen Ye in this world.

It's not a matter of one swallowing the other.

Instead, it is the same name that has reopened its eyes in this world.

The gray-white boy's shadow looked at Shen Ye.

A faint light suddenly appeared on the hollow face.

That's not an accusation.

It's more like a final admission.

Then, it transformed into a glimmer of light and fell into the Night King's Book.

[The soul and body of the old Jiangcheng are firmly anchored.]

Shen Ye's real name is Anchor Steadfast.

[Source: Name verification and pollution removal.]

Deep within the trial bench, for the first time, a distinct, rule-breaking sound rang out.

It's like a knife slashing at its own sheath.

Unwilling to accept the grayed-out verdict, he forcibly turned the page.

Outsiders are not entitled to claim credit.

But those of the old world should not bear the title of king in this world.

Shen Ye looked up.

"The third hearing just now already examined Wang Hao."

"You want a retrial?"

On the Night King's Register, the message "[Those who have been tried but found not guilty shall not be defiled]" is displayed.

The gray-white judgment was immediately suppressed.

Shen Ye took another step.

"Whether I was born into this world or not, you can judge."

"Whether I committed murder or usurped fame, you can judge me."

"But having come this far, who have I killed, who have I protected, and who have I made vows to?"

"You can't wipe these away."

The shadow of the Nanjiang arena lit up.

The shadow of the Fengwangtai (a platform for bestowing titles of kings) lit up.

The battlefields of Zhan Yetai, Blood King City, Beast King Ruins, and the ruined gates of the Ten Thousand Beasts' First Court all lit up with battle scars.

The names of the Five Beasts Pact appeared behind him.

Night Feather.

Candle Nine.

Longyuan.

Calamity.

Return to the ruins.

They did not give false testimony for Shen Ye.

They were just standing there.

Because they were there from the moment Shen Ye truly embarked on this path.

Shen Ye gripped his sword.

"My origins are not for you to judge."

"My name wasn't given to me by you either."

The black and gold lettering was completely suppressed.

[A name is proven by actions.]

What I have done in this world, I can name in this world.

boom!

The gray-white judgment document split open in the middle.

Mirror Lake is shattered.

The suspended executioner's blade was returned to the high platform.

Before the fourth yoke of sin could fall, it was swallowed to ashes by Night King Mingdian.

A system notification sounded.

[Passed the fourth review.]

[Clearing the Name: A Strange Soul Steals the Title.]

[Establish new evidence: the source is not a crime.]

[Establish new evidence: Without a victim, there is no crime of deprivation of one's name.]

[A new certificate is established: the awakened take their own name.]

[Establish a new certificate: Name by Action Certificate.]

[Shen Ye's real name was used to resist trial and was promoted.]

[The Night King's Codex has completed its fourth review and is now stable.]

On the trial bench, the bloodshot eyes opened again.

But this time, when they looked at Shen Ye, they no longer had that condescending attitude they had shown at the beginning.

All four trials were unsuccessful.

Execution of the mat is not a crime.

Names are innocent.

The title of King is innocent.

The origin of this person is innocent.

Shen Ye looked up, gazing into the depths of the high platform.

"The fifth seat."

"It's your turn to come out."

The trial bench remained silent for a long time.

Then, all the judgments were lit simultaneously.

Blood red.

black gold.

gray.

The four kinds of afterglow intertwined and transformed into the final colorless judgment.

The verdict did not state any charges.

There is only one cold question.

[Final Judgment.]

[Night King Shen Ye, where does the Supreme System of Myriad Beasts within you come from?]

Shen Ye's eyes suddenly narrowed.

At the same time, the system interface briefly displayed snowflakes for the first time.

【warn……】

[The interrogation desk is currently reviewing the system's root cause.]

[A deep echo from the original contract in the porch was detected.]