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Judgement System

Nymphaearoot
A bullet in his chest. Rain in his eyes. A councilman smoking over his corpse. That was how Cinder Origin died. A nobody from the gutter. He saw something he shouldn’t have, and they put him down like a stray dog. Then the darkness offered him a deal. A black scale. A beating heart. A voice that asked: “Do you want to be the judge you never had?” Cinder said yes. He woke up in the Ashen Realm. A world with a bruised sky and two weeping moons. Here, the strong eat the weak, and a forgotten god is trapped inside a system that runs on suffering. That system is his now. He sees the sin count floating over every person’s head—the total pain they’ve caused. And he gets to choose. Execute. Quick death. No cost. Torture. They feel every scream they ever made. He feels one percent of it. Spare. They walk free. He carries five percent of their victims’ pain forever. He picked torture the first time. He wanted to hear a powerful man break. He kept picking it. Now his body is rotting from the inside. The voices of the dead whisper in his skull every night. The god inside the system is going insane, and Cinder is starting to wonder if he’s any different from the people he punishes. Because when he stands before the monster who rules this world—a man with over a million sins on his head—the system gives him a fourth option. Judge Self. And the number floating above Cinder’s own head is 97,342.
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