No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

After a long while, looking at the completed Judgment faction character panel, the system introduction at the end was exactly what Mu Zhixi wanted.

The real villains are those who have their own stance, and even if they are close to each other, they will be completely opposed by faith, interests and the past.

Mu Zhixi thought to herself that the next dungeon would be perfect for bringing up the roles of the princess, the high priest of the deep sea, and the sword immortal.

However, what Mu Zhixi didn't know was that even before she set off for that instance, the news that she was about to go to that instance had already spread among all the strange instances.

For a time, the higher-ups of various seven-star and eight-star dungeons were filled with a strange sense of unease, a mixture of anticipation and fear.

The anticipation stems from the hope that His Majesty would grace them with his presence, for that would be the greatest honor.

Fear stems from the fear of not doing well enough and displeasing His Majesty.

The Seven Deadly Sins World, Central Management Tower.

A stern-faced director of the Seven Deadly Sins was sitting in front of the control panel, his brows furrowed.

Seven concentric ring-shaped urban areas extend outwards from the management tower, each layer corresponding to a different original sin. A dark red sky hangs overhead year-round, and hundreds of puppets patrol the streets.

At the top of the management tower, the Seven Deadly Sins Chief Administrator has checked the visitor list seventeen times in a row.

As the highest administrator of a near-eight-star large-scale instance, it has received the top thousand of the Myriad Races Ranking and has also slaughtered high-ranking envoys of eight-star races. But this time, the visitor data made it uneasy.

[Identity Level: ? Faction: ? Danger Level: ?]

[Hospitalization Access: Fully Open]

The most ruthless thing is leaving behind a panel full of question marks and then leaving!

He is the head of the Seven Sins world, codenamed "Director," a veteran supernatural being who has lived for countless years.

But at this moment, it completely lacked its usual composure and control.

"Still haven't found out? Which deity has descended? They need to have a title!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the crystal before a trembling voice came from behind, "Director... we can't find anything. All related investigation orders have been rejected. It's probably because this Your Majesty... has too high a background."

"Didn't you claim you could even detect SSS-level enemies?!"

The station director realized his loss of composure and forced himself to calm down.

It seems we've truly stumbled upon the imperial palace by mistake this time.

It used a lot of connections and all the authority it had to find out the background of this "big shot" who was about to arrive.

However, the result was still a blank page.

It's terrifying that you know it's a ruler, but you just don't know which one it is.

It's like a wealthy businessman using connections to check someone's information at the police station. After searching and searching, he finally discovers that the person's file only has two words written on it: Top Secret.

The station manager refused to believe it and entered the investigation command again. But the next second, all the data on the main control screen in front of him disappeared, leaving only a few distorted blood-red characters.

What are you looking at?

The station director hurriedly stood up from his chair, as if struck by lightning. He stared intently at those words, a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Does this mean that it has already offended His Majesty before even meeting him?

The station manager's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground. It was over; he had just started his job and was about to lose it.

On the other side, Mu Zhixi was preparing to edit her appearance when a notification suddenly popped up in the upper right corner of the page.

The Seven Deadly Sins Tribunal has accepted applications for the early deployment of special native NPCs.

Some of your public information has been synchronized to the instance management team. The instance will be open in three hours.

Mu Zhixi glanced at it and then turned off the notification.

It's good to give advance notice so that local colleagues can prepare a lounge and refreshments; the alchemist at the villa did a great job of that during the last full moon night.

She doesn't have high requirements for the work environment; a chair, quiet, and non-toxic pastries are enough for her.

She had no interest in how the Seven Crimes Tribunal's management would react after receiving the information.

It was at this moment that a symbol quietly appeared in the lower right corner of the Seven Deadly Sins screen: two crossed silver wings, with a miniature crown held aloft in the center.

【Sanctuary】

Upon seeing these two words, a flood of unfamiliar images rushed into his consciousness. It was as if a vivid and real memory had suddenly appeared in the station director's mind, as if it had been sealed away for countless years and then suddenly unsealed.

If Mu Zhixi were present, she would definitely recognize that this was another instance of the "Refining to Emptiness to Achieve True Reality" being triggered.

The collapsed sacred city, the broken silver crown, the blood-red six-winged projection stretching across the sky, and a goddess with covered eyes standing alone among the corpses of thousands.

The station director closed his eyes, and the scattered information gradually came together.

It then realized with a start that its memories had probably been sealed away long ago, and that the only force capable of doing so, apart from the Holy Domain within its memories, was the Royal Court.

Before it could even process the sheer volume of information, a letter bearing the alchemist's seal quietly appeared on the table.

The station director silently read the contents of the letter, "Your Majesty is becoming more and more like her god."

The moment the words left its mouth, the space in front of it suddenly distorted.

"The royal court's warband will arrive within two imperial days. You know what to do."

The station director shuddered, instinctively wanting to offer some explanation.

But that voice carried a sense of self-righteous contempt. The being looked down at him, his tone devoid of threat or anger, seemingly only the indifference of someone looking down on the dust.

"I don't want to see anyone approaching her with ulterior motives or trying to smear her with dirty thoughts; otherwise, the Seven Deadly Sins would have no reason to exist."