[Supernova Serial] An Unsuitable Job for A Puppet
Continuing: When a crime is committed, the judge must bring down the gavel. In terms of the result, what value is a secret if nobody knows it? As long as it's still a secret, its true form is not important at all...
The girl opened the scroll she was carrying and looked thoughtfully at the real-time data refreshing on the map.
"The intel Coventry obtained is not the prescription. Is that what you mean?" asked the Foxian judge meekly.
"The prescription is just a front." said the girl, without looking up.
"So... as far as I am concerned, Coventry is just being used. Some people in the Elixir Research Terrace wanted to stir up chaos to muddle the news of their research. The news of theft is just a ploy for redirection." the Foxian said, sending across several notes to the scroll in the girl's hand. "I've already got the diviner who is able to recover the data presumed lost."
"Well done." The girl nodded, her tone still ice-cold.
When the Foxian judge heard this cold praise, she tried her best to maintain a serious expression but her ears couldn't help wiggling.
About three hours later after confirming nobody was following him, Coventry opened the door and called out: "I'm back."
As soon as he opened the door, he felt something was off. The room was completely dark. That crazed Xianzhou hacker Mishang used to welcome him back by singing a strange ditty, but this time the room was dead silent.
"Something is wrong," he quietly said to himself as he pulled out his weapon. He pushed on into the darkness.
Behind the screen that sectioned the room, a white figure emerged slowly. Coventry almost reflexively pulled the trigger of his hand crossbow.
A two-inch-long, thin, cyan-colored bolt thrummed, hovering about a foot in front of the delicate face of the young girl. The bolthead crackled with sparks as if trying to break through the invisible barrier.
"H—How did you find me?"
"Cycrane." The response was a cold and emotionless female voice.
"That drone? I released it as soon as I landed!" cried the man nonchalantly.
"The influenced cycrane has been retrieved by the Realm-Keeping Commission. Its flight path was enough for the Divination Commission to triangulate your whereabouts." The girl half-curiously touched the quivering bolthead in the air like teasing a butterfly.
This was the moment Coventry was waiting for, the split-second window of opportunity for his escape.
He bent his knees and pushed off with the soles of his feet. A purple electrical arc could be seen in the center of his palms. Coventry roamed many worlds and had always fluttered outside the grasp of the Interastral Peace Corporation. He was perpetually on the wanted list, not just because of his well-planned schemes, but also because he knew what to do when he was caught.
Under his artificial skin, a network of electrical pulses was implanted, Coventry rarely showed this trick up his sleeves to anyone. Whether it be the long-life species of Xianzhou or the Artisanship Commission's Ingenium creations... With a fully powered strike, they would likely all turn to ashes.
"Electromagnetic field activate!"
"Gotcha!" The man felt his enemy in his palm. If it wasn't for the need to concentrate all his attention on maintaining the electrical output, he would have laughed out loud.
Smoke rose and sparks flew as the unpleasant smell of burning filled the area.
Coventry trembled as if having an epileptic seizure as he struggled to control himself. Upon impact, the pitch-black room spun into a blob of shadow in his unimaginable defeat.
"Your movement is too slow." The young girl materialized from within the shadow.
M—Movement? Coventry stared at his wrist, bent at an unnatural angle. At some point in time unbeknownst to him, that hand was forcibly pressed against his lower jaw.
"Using electricity without being insulated. What a useless maneuver."
The judge in white showed no emotions on her face.
"Involuntary Immortalization and Immortality Theft. These two are the gravest of the Ten Unpardonable Sins. Do you admit your guilt?"
The man could not control his shaking, partially because of the electric shock, but more because of the fear.
With the remaining sanity he could muster, he begged with his coarse voice, "Please... Please forgive me. I haven't even peeked at the prescription. I will leave it behind and get my butt off of the Luofu. Please... You will never see me again!"
Coventry steeled his nerves, awaiting the verdict from the judge — but there was only silence in the darkness. After a long while, he seemed to hear an impossible sneering from out of the darkness.
Immediately after, that same cold voice rang out again and in a sacred, firm, and undeniable tone said word-by-word:
"Ten Lords' Verdict."
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