The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Forming cliques is a common occurrence; whether to incorporate or exclude them remains to be decided.

More importantly, there are only so many people in the pie, and if there are more people, some of the vested interests will suffer losses.

The division of power within the courtroom is already fixed, and a new legend means a new twist.

If the swordsman's strength is not legendary, his influence is insignificant and nothing to fear.

But now, he has demonstrated his strength from the very beginning.

To display one's strength openly and honestly, and to announce one's existence to everyone.

They've come with ill intentions!

But no legend has made a move yet; they still need to test the waters and are all waiting for the right opportunity.

A suitable time.

"........."

Finally, the knight withdrew his gaze from the hall and strode towards the center of the hall.

Along the center line of the entire field, without deviation.

Instead of walking up to the judge's platform, he stopped in the center of the room... next to the platform where the person being interrogated was located.

Clang...

He slowly drew his longsword from his waist, and the simple sword became the new focus, attracting everyone's attention.

The legendary sword—the words of judgment.

Originally, because it involved some secrets and permissions, no more than a hundred people present knew about it.

But now, half a month later, thanks to the efforts and publicity from certain forces, everyone present is aware of the existence of this sword.

The quietly circulating news lavishly praised the effects and power of the "Words of Judgment," almost elevating it to the status of the number one artifact, second only to divine artifacts.

These messages are not just promoting the swordsman himself; their underlying purpose is not benevolent.

Driven by multiple unknown forces, public opinion is developing in one direction:

In the eyes of many, the swordsman is merely a tool chosen by this legendary sword, a puppet with only a title.

What truly matters is the legendary longsword itself.

A meticulous person wouldn't believe such a obviously absurd rumor, but they would still unconsciously keep the news in their mind.

Moreover, during these two weeks, the swordsman never uttered a single word of rebuttal, which seemed to confirm the fact that he was powerless to resist.

All of these factors combined can unconsciously lead most people to develop a degree of contempt in their subconscious.

He's just a lucky guy; it's not like he was subject to any particularly strict requirements.

I believe that with my character... I can do it myself.

However, the initial disdain vanished after the swordsman appeared.

Even the swordsman's previous silence was taken as a legend's disregard and indifference to the rumors.

The swordsman thwarted the initial probing attempt by the shadowy figure in the purest and most direct way.

He planted the longsword in front of him and rested his hands on it.

A neutral voice came from beneath the helmet; the pure white knight spoke for the first time since his entrance:

"The trial begins."

There were no small talk, no opening remarks.

He simply went about his tasks in a cold, businesslike manner.

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hall seemed to come alive in response to his call, vibrating as if it were breathing.

Even if there were many legends present, even if their strength far surpassed that of the swordsman.

But undeniably, the adjudicator in the courtroom was the one who led the trial.

Splash...

In the surging dream world, the prisoner, who had been waiting for a long time, was dragged out of her cell, bound by layers of chains, and nailed to the spot.

The troublesome person about to be judged turned out to be a woman.

Moreover, she was an extremely beautiful woman!

Even when bound by chains, only the neck and above are visible, revealing a woman with a beautiful figure that can only be vaguely seen.

But her face alone is enough to make everyone who sees her unconsciously fall in love with her.

"Hmm~ What are you going to do to her now? Are you going to keep torturing her?"

Opening her eyes in a daze, the woman's pink eyes didn't flicker with fear, but rather with anticipation:

"Come on! Push harder! Push even harder!"

Hahahaha!!!

As if she had collapsed, she laughed unnaturally, turning her neck.

An atmosphere of decadence and debauchery spread outwards, but was ultimately locked within a hemispherical space with a diameter of five meters.

"[Lust]! So that's where the secret lies..."

The burly man, who had been shocked by what had just unfolded, nodded in realization, stroking his chin and muttering to himself:

"Is this the person they selected in just two weeks?"

Hearing the burly man muttering to himself, the young man curiously leaned closer and whispered, "..."

"Do you know this woman?"

The burly man glanced sideways at the young man and tapped his head with his finger, his mockery undisguised.

Then, before the young man could erupt, the burly man quickly explained:

"This woman's title is 'Lust,' and she was a member of a cult that worshipped the seven deadly sins."

"At her peak, she must have already touched the threshold of legend, enticing countless people to have sex with her, regardless of gender."

Uh?

"So what if it's her...?"

Young people don't quite understand. It's just a slightly chaotic private life, it doesn't seem like a big problem.

In today's social climate, anything that isn't too extreme should be understood.

At the very least, they shouldn't be the ones to be judged personally by the legendary adjudicator.

"If that were all, there would be no problem, but everyone who has sex with her, regardless of gender, will contract a virus."

"A terrible mental virus that makes them lose all desire and become addicted to sex."

The burly man's eyes held a look that was hard to decipher—whether it was disdain or envy—as he clicked his tongue and said:

"And if that longing remains unfulfilled for too long, it will... lead to death."

"He was burned to ashes by his own lust, like a dried-up corpse."

hiss……

The young man's expression was complicated, and he unconsciously shivered.

Just as he was in shock, the burly man suddenly leaned close to his ear and whispered:

"Guess how long this 'long-term' means?"

Startled, the young man hesitated for a moment before saying uncertainly:

"...A week?"

A week should be about the right time.

"No, it's an hour."

……Well.

ah!!?

"A week?"

With eyes full of pity, the burly man turned his head and whispered:

"Never sleep, constantly seeking pleasure, always looking for the next partner to mate with."

"And the number of people who ultimately died because of her is conservatively estimated to be over ten thousand."

!!!

The young man, shocked, asked in astonishment as his legs involuntarily tightened together:

"How come I've never heard of such a thing before?"

Even if the news was blocked by the Watchers, such things should have been circulating internally; it's impossible that they hadn't heard a word about it.

"Of course you haven't heard of it, because that cult was wiped out and destroyed long ago."

“It has been almost three hundred years since Lust was arrested.”

"That's three hundred years ago. This kind of thing has long lost its appeal. At most, it's just a strange and interesting story. Who would collect this kind of information?"

How did you know that?

The young man's cheek twitched beneath the mask. He barely suppressed the urge to retort and asked through gritted teeth:

"Then why not execute her?"

The burly man shook his head and explained with a sigh:

"No, her execution had already been carried out."

“True lust died three hundred years ago; what remains there now is her soul.”

"Or rather, it's the mental virus itself."

The spirit symbolized by a symbol is the most difficult to erase.

Even as times change and dynasties rise and fall, the spirit cannot be completely destroyed.