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"I choose Disciplinary Action to continue!" Jiang Jie said.
She closed her eyes, feeling the flames refining her soul, until it finally turned into a pool of tainted blood. As the blood dried up, all traces of her existence in the mortal realm were completely erased.
The system's voice repeated: "Disciplinary Action concluded, False Messenger dead."
Once the system finished speaking, the Red Card that had fallen to the ground, devoid of any numbers, ignited and turned to ashes.
Yan Qing's body leaned back, suddenly losing weight. Tan Ming steadied him from behind, offering comfort. "We couldn't save her."
For the first time, Yan Qing felt so powerless. It was also the first time he witnessed someone willingly walk to the Execution Ground without any coercion.
He couldn't save her.
He couldn't save that girl who had struggled so hard to climb from darkness into light.
He couldn't save that girl who tormented and punished herself.
He couldn't save that girl whose fate was fraught with misfortune and suffering.
Yan Qing's heart screamed in despair.
He was an emotional person; even watching a touching movie could bring him to tears. How could he not feel deeply when witnessing another's unfulfilled life?
He sympathized with every suffering soul in the world and felt pity for every blade of grass trampled underfoot.
Yet, he could help no one.
Tan Ming likely understood that he was a sentimental person prone to tears, so he merely patted his back gently in comfort without saying much.
Tan Ming coldly witnessed Jiang Jie's death without any emotion; his heart was as calm as water.
His life was not entirely joyful, and he had not experienced much warmth, so he could accept more disappointments and view death rationally.
He understood the complexities of life and its myriad flavors, which allowed him to calmly witness and bear witness to Jiang Jie's death. Perhaps in his heart, he believed that her death was a complete liberation.
It was cruel for a person covered in scars to play the role of someone glamorous.
But that was just his personal feeling.
He did not want to pass judgment or involve himself in the lives of others unrelated to him; mutual non-interference was sufficient for him.
Yet this overly sympathetic person beside him, crying pitifully, made him want to wipe away his tears and firmly seal his mouth shut.
Qi Qiuluo wanted to sigh but found no opportunity.
The system's voice echoed once more: "Due to the wrongful elimination of False Messenger (a regular person who touched the system's bottom line, disciplinary action will be taken. Disciplinary Action method: a constricting halo, allowing one minute to consider an exchange; Disciplinary Action target: certain users. Disciplinary Action regulations: do not violate system rules or interfere with Disciplinary Action; Disciplinary Action result: death."
What does this mean? Disciplinary Action? The faces of the users turned pale.
They had never imagined that a wrongful elimination could lead to Disciplinary Action.
Now, the extraction begins.
After the system finished speaking, dozens of glowing leaves floated before the users, each person receiving one. The leaves emitted a soft glow as they landed in their hands, changing colors randomly upon touching their palms.
If I had known there would be Disciplinary Action for a wrongful elimination, I wouldn't have cast my vote, said Ke Jianping.
Shen Jianghuan pressed her lips together.
Now that the vote has been cast, there's no point in saying anything more, Master Ban added.
Yan Qing's leaf glowed a dark red, while Tan Ming's was a bright green.
The countdown begins now—one minute.
Ling Xingyuan's leaf also glowed dark red, while Liu Xuanzhu's was bright green.
The distinction between life and death was stark.
Without hesitation, Liu Xuanzhu exchanged his leaf with Ling Xingyuan's.
Ling Xingyuan opened his mouth but said nothing; he simply gripped the leaf tightly and ultimately handed the bright green leaf to Ke Jianping in exchange.
Your voice trembled, Liu Xuanzhu. The person before him felt both familiar and unfamiliar.
Ling Xingyuan held his hand firmly, unafraid—if we are to die, let us die together!
Shen Jianghuan's leaf was bright green as well; she decisively passed it to Fan Xiaonan.
Upon receiving the dark red leaf, Fan Xiaonan thought this life-and-death game was over for him. But in the next moment, he was pulled back into the fray, left momentarily stunned.
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