Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later (ON-HOLD)

Chapter 9: Judge

Translator: CKtalon

“Die?”

How arrogant.

Psoriasis-who only had his head left outside the dark quagmire-sneered sarcastically.

That’s right. Being completely controlled by this evil spell, it could only be at the mercy of others. Its body that had descended into Currere would indeed be destroyed by this magic chanter.

From a mortal’s point of view, it was indeed about to die.

However…

“Hero, bring it on. Try killing me.”

Psoriasis laughed maniacally at the magic chanter.

“Use your weapon, your magic, your intelligence, courage, will, or something else to kill me.”

Although it was still enduring the pain of being bitten by millions of hungry Undead, it couldn’t hide its delight.

“Kill me like a fool destroying a reflection in the mirror; kill me like a lunatic shattering the moon in the water. There’s no need to stand on ceremony; tear apart my shadow in this world in vain. If it’s not enjoyable enough, go ahead and torture me before killing me,” Psoriasis said ferociously.

“Then, I’ll come back again and again with hatred for you and experience from my previous failures. I have infinite time and countless opportunities. So what if you prevail now? You can’t keep winning, mortal.”

“There’s a very widespread story in the Moon Realm. I believe you’ve heard of it.”

.....
After the other party finished speaking, Zhou Mu slowly spoke.

“A long time ago, there was a most cunning and arrogant swindler in this world. He boldly made a bet with the 13 Moon Realm Void Sovereigns and won 12 consecutive bets. And every time he won a round, he requested the Void Sovereign to forge a weapon that could injure Them.”

As Zhou Mu spoke, he opened a deep spatial rift and reached in to search for something.

“But in the last bet, he lost, and his soul was eventually split by the Void Sovereigns. This story is often used to warn mortals not to bet with demons, but I think that that person is a great warrior. This is because he left 12 weapons in the world that can injure the Void Sovereigns’ essence.”

Under Psoriasis’s uneasy gaze, he drew a simple straight sword from the spatial rift.

It was a normal sword that nobody would pick up even if it was dropped downtown. The workmanship was so crude that it was like the work of the son of an old blacksmith in a neighboring village during his first forging tutorial.

“Later on, someone traveled the entire continent to collect these 12 weapons and gave them to his companions. He established an organization specially used to suppress the monsters that couldn’t be killed. Perhaps you’ve heard of it? That organization is known as the 13 Judges, and those who hold those weapons are known as…”

As Zhou Mu spoke, he pointed his ordinary straight sword at Psoriasis’s throat.

“Judge.”

When it sensed the power contained in the straight sword that could completely kill it, Psoriasis felt an unfamiliar emotion for the first time-fear.

“Wait… Wait a minute, I don’t…”

Looking at the sword at his throat, Psoriasis was about to say something in horror, but Zhou Mu ignored him and stabbed in.

There were no gorgeous special effects or deafening sounds.

The Stumbling Demon died silently.

The corpse didn’t turn into black salt crystals and dissipate. Instead, it was gradually swallowed by the mire and disappeared.