The night below was a realm of eerie fractures.
Some office workers, resigned to their fate, slaved away to drown out their terror of the divine; others handed in resignations on the spot, sprinting toward nightclubs in a frenzy of newfound wealth.
But most had realized that tomorrow was not just a "Broadcast Day", but a "Day of Execution".
Uncertain if their workplaces would even exist by sunrise, they fled home under the long, panicked shadows of the streetlamps.
Yet, in the isolated Deep Underground Strategic Command, the work had only just begun.
Every soul here had signed a "Death Protocol". They were "Ghosts"—prohibited from returning home, forbidden from showing their faces, stripped even of their names.
"Either end this chaotic age, or remain buried forever". This was the final consensus reached by the power cores of most nations.
In the briefing room, the heavy aroma of aged tea clashed with the bitterness of coffee.
At the head of the table, the Long Nation Chief set down his cup, his voice as steady as a mountain: "Status report. Any progress on analyzing the 'Orange Orb'?"
"Chief," a quantum physicist in a white coat wiped sweat from his brow, "this orb's energy fluctuations defy the laws of thermodynamics. Our top-tier high-energy particle scanners are like toys in its presence. It seems... to be refusing to be observed."
The Chief nodded slightly. The orb hovered beside him, inseparable yet distant.
"Chief! Major breakthrough from the Intelligence Group!" A young Strategic Intelligence Analyst cried out, shattering the silence.
"Speak," the Chief commanded, his gaze like a torch.
"Look at the main screen." The official's fingers blurred across the touchpad. Giant screens flickered to life, displaying three digitally enhanced screenshots.
The first was the edge of the very first global judgment livestream.
Zoomed in, a cold serial number was visible: [Serial: A-0001].
The second was the global liquidation of the wealthy: [Serial: B-000001 - 000165].
The third was the background of Qinghong's studio, where a massive, oppressive letter shimmered: "E".
A collective gasp filled the room. The intellectual giants seated there immediately grasped the logic.
"A, B, E..." The Head of Intelligence narrowed his eyes. "Following alphabetical logic, C and D must also exist."
"Correct," the young official reported gravely. "Based on metadata from the streams, I believe this is the 'Hierarchical Architecture' of the Divine Judgment System."
He pointed to the first image. "Room A uses a four-digit code. This targets individuals—the 'one-in-a-ten-thousand' ultimate evils. Like Sato, who was A-0001; he was the bellwether of the purge."
He moved to the second image, his voice turning chilling. "Room B jumped straight to a six-digit code! This represents 'Mass Liquidation'. Those 165 poachers were just the beginning. There are a million seats reserved behind them on the B-List."
The Intelligence Head stood up, agitated. "A is a 'Snipe', targeting the leaders of evil. B is a 'Saturation Strike', targeting an entire class. B has two more digits than A—this means in the eyes of Beast God, sin is not limited to murderers, but extends to the 'banal evil' of those who profit from the system!"
The Chief stared at the capital "E". "And what does Qinghong's 'E' represent?"
The official paused for a second before speaking slowly. "E could stand for 'Eyes', or perhaps 'Echo'. She is not responsible for judgment; she is responsible for the display. She is the window the Deity left for humanity... and perhaps, our only turning point."
The Chief slowly closed his eyes, tapping the table rhythmically. "A is Hell, B is a Furnace, and E is a Window. So... what kind of abyss will the yet-to-appear C and D be?"
A long, dead silence fell over the bunker. Only the serial numbers on the screen flickered coldly, as if mocking the pale wisdom of mankind.
It wasn't just the LongNation taking notice; nations across the globe were desperately trying to decode the meaning of those letters.
High-level officials debated fiercely, some even speculating if there were twenty-six different livestreams in total.
Deep within the Divine Realm, the Beast God lowered Her eyelids, watching the "grand models" painstakingly derived by these so-called think tanks.
One particularly "free" nation was even theorizing whether C stood for 'Capital' and D for 'Democracy'.
She sighed, rubbing Her forehead. "Humans... they truly are complicated in the most adorable way. Could it not simply be because I clicked the letters in order when I started the broadcast?"
They sought political gambits within the divine code, unaware that in the eyes of the Primordial One, it was merely an ordered class schedule.
Suddenly, a young female official—who had spent her student years binge-watching livestreams to relax—raised a question that shattered the frozen air of the room: "Actually, I've had a question for a while. In these rooms opened by the Deity, is there... a 'Streamer'?"
This question hit like a heavy hammer. No one could be blamed for missing it until now; these elites were too busy with global affairs to ever concern themselves with the details of internet culture.
Furthermore, they had never dared to speculate about the Beast God through the lens of 'human' logic.
The room fell into a deathly silence. The Chief's hand, holding his teacup, paused mid-air.
Previously, they had treated the livestreams as a "natural phenomenon" or "divine punishment", never considering that behind those cold numbers sat an individual with subjective will and emotions.
The female official pushed up her glasses, her eyes darting between the codes for A and B.
"If Room E is hosted by an 'Agent' like Qinghong, then Rooms A and B, which carry out liquidations, cannot be empty. There must be 'Monitors' in the background maintaining order, or even... judging souls. The question is: what are the entry rules for the 'Streamers' chosen by the Deity?"
The Head of Intelligence took two steps forward, his eyes appearing particularly dark and deep in the shadows of the large screen.
"First," he tapped the table, his voice low and powerful, "we can basically rule out 'Humans' as the hosts for the other two rooms."
A faint stir went through the room. A general with a chest full of medals frowned. "Rule out humans? Do you mean the Deity chose aliens, or some kind of AI?"
"Neither." The Head of Intelligence pointed to the bold characters for "Beast God" on the screen and let out a cold laugh.
"The name is the essence. Since Her descent, every scale of causality has tilted extremely toward animals. In Her logic, humans are the long-standing 'Oppressors'. Would you let a murderer sit as a judge to try another murderer? No, She would not."
He looked around, his tone becoming increasingly certain. "Look at Qinghong in Room E. She has a human shell, but remember—she admitted herself she is not 'human'. The Deity's logic is to let the victims return to the judgment seat. Therefore, I speculate that the hosts of Rooms A and B are highly likely 'Non-Human Spiritual Beings' who suffered the most in human history but have gained divine enlightenment."
"If that's the case, we have completely lost any room for diplomatic negotiation," the President of the Academy of Sciences said, his voice bitter. "You cannot discuss law with a judge who carries the blood feud of an entire race."
"No, that brings me to my second deduction." A glimmer of shrewdness flashed in the Intelligence Head's eyes.
"While they aren't human, the Deity has granted them 'Human Functions'. Like Qinghong, she has the mindset of an influencer; she craves interaction and feedback. This shows the Deity isn't just liquidating us; She is 'training' them. She is forcing these chosen 'Streamers' to learn human rules, and then using those same rules to lock us down."
He turned sharply to the Chief. "Chief, I suspect the host of Room A, who is responsible for 'Sniping', is likely an extremely rational upholder of order. As for Room B... that million-seat list? That likely isn't managed by one person, but a 'Distributed Brain' connected by divine power."
The Intelligence Head's deduction was like a massive stone thrown into a deep pond, sending out a thousand ripples.
While the humans in the bunker were constructing grand theories about collective consciousness and divine architecture, the Beast God was in the Divine Realm, listlessly fiddling with the stars.
Hearing their deductions, She raised a brow in weary amusement and couldn't help but complain internally:"Distributed Brain? Spiritual beings? Tsk. If human imagination were applied to the right path, they wouldn't have fallen to this state."
She glanced down at the vacant "Streamer" seat for Room A, then shifted Her gaze to another dimension where a massive, glowing "C" shone brilliantly.
Beneath that light, Lawyer Hans was silently screaming at the void because his coffee machine had broken.
With his tie askew and eyes bloodshot, Hans was frantically flipping through Wen Xuehua's dossiers of sin while pleading with the glowing Scale:
"Five more minutes... just five minutes! I have to iron out the legal logic for this 'Betrayal of Motherhood' charge... Even for a deity, the format of the closing report matters, right? Help! I truly don't want to work overtime anymore!"
The Beast God withdrew Her gaze and let out a soft sigh. "What 'grand architecture'? I simply open the streams according to my mood and drag in whatever convenient laborers look decent. As for the order... isn't it just because A comes before B?"
Back in the bunker, the Chief watched the pulsing orb and slowly stood up.
"Dawn is coming. Regardless of whether the one sitting across from us is a 'collective consciousness' or an 'extreme upholder of order', that so-called Room A should be starting soon."
He straightened his back, his voice echoing with the weight of a nation.
"Pass the order: all departments are to enter Level 1 Alert. We need to see clearly exactly what the Deity wants 'Man' to witness."