Deep within the mirror labyrinth, the pale, blinding light nailed itself mercilessly to the one million semi-transparent spirits.
After the initial wave of panic subsided, these human elites—accustomed to barking orders in the old world—instinctively tried to re-establish the political order they knew best. Capitalism and class division were the exact tools carved into their very bones to rule the masses.
"Everyone, quiet! Listen to me!"
A core politician from the Bald Eagle Nation, with a piercing red indicator of [-50.0 Billion Points] floating above his head, stepped forward.
Standing atop an obsidian mirrored surface, he held his head high despite missing his high-end suit. He attempted to use the majestic, authoritative tone he had rehearsed countless times for television news to address the crowd:
"I am a core politician of the Bald Eagle Nation. I hold the highest level of crisis command authority! Here with us are the chairmen of the largest corporate syndicates and high-ranking generals! We are the most intelligent elite class on this Blue Planet, possessing the most resources! As long as you follow my leadership and adhere to our established social division of labor, we can certainly—"
Before his manipulative speech could resonate with the corporate executives, the foundational protocol of the universe's core code went directly live. The Karmic labyrinth did not listen to speeches, nor did it recognize human votes.
BOOM!!
Without a single hint of warning, a thick, viscous ghostly-green light erupted from a colossal obsidian stone pillar that pierced straight into the void from the ceiling.
A bolt of ghostly-green lightning, as thick as a barrel and resembling the judging spear of the Reaper, slashed through hundreds of meters of space. It struck cleanly and precisely onto the skull of the politician who was still orchestrating his grand vision.
"AAAAHHH—!!"
This was absolutely not the shriek of an ordinary electrical shock. It was the ultimate agony of every single element of sin within the depths of his soul being ignited and violently reset simultaneously.
Under the terrified gazes of the politician and the hundreds of thousands of corporate executives around him, his long red health bar of [-50.0 Billion Points] plummeted like a high-diver within a ten-millionth of a millisecond.
His spirit twisted violently within the ghostly-green flames, shrinking rapidly. The human politician persona he had maintained was instantly stripped away.
Just two seconds later, the lightning dissipated. In his place on the cold mirror floor, nothing remained but the spirit of a mutated rat, covered in black tumors, twitching violently with eyes full of madness and terror.
[SYSTEM LOG: CORE FUNDER · ANDERSON. KARMIC LIABILITY OVERFLOW.]
[EXECUTION JUDGMENT: HUMAN STATUS REVOKED. LOADING 'PEST' KARMIC RECONFIGURATION SEQUENCE.]
The corporate executives who had been ready to cheer and form factions shut their mouths instantly, paralyzed with fear. A few multinational bankers who had already raised their hands to applaud collapsed directly onto the ground, scrambling backward on all fours.
Then, a man's voice drifted through the air, hollow and ethereal, echoing from every direction: "Welcome to the Room B live room. Today, we are going to play… something a little different."
"Who's there?!" the man who had previously claimed to be a Swiss bank user shouted, glancing around warily.
The others immediately grew tense, standing back-to-back as they stared into the empty corridors.
"There is no need to look for us. We are everywhere, yet we are invisible to you."
"A game? What kind of game?" The man forced himself to stay calm, trying to analyze the source of the voice.
In mid-air, a massive screen materialized. The sharp, hawk-like eyes and face of a man dressed in black combat gear—Zhen Su—appeared on it.
"To put it simply, this 'labyrinth' you currently occupy is your playground. It is also your... grave."
A soft chuckle echoed as a second massive screen manifested, aligning itself parallel to the first in mid-air. A man dressed in casual white clothing, sporting a warm smile but eyes that felt bottomless—Ting Meng—spoke in a measured pace:
"Here, human laws, money, and diplomatic immunity are downgraded to an absolute, towering joke."
Zhen Su lightly tapped the armrest of his chair, mocking them: "The longer the red liability figures above your heads, the deeper the agony you have inflicted upon the myriad spirits of this world."
Ting Meng continued, "Consequently, inside this high-dimensional courtroom, the physical oppression and rule-based backlash you endure will be all the more brutal."
Right before the screens cut to black, they spoke in perfect unison: "Good luck, humans. If you can walk out of here, you get to live."
Stripped of their protective class umbrellas, these one million people transformed completely into a herd of livestock trembling beneath a butcher's blade. To find the illusory "exit", they began to stampede frantically through the obsidian labyrinth, colliding wildly with their surroundings.
"Where is the door?! Which mirror is the door?!"
"Just let me go back to Bauer Street... I am willing to spend half my assets to build rehabilitation centers for those animals! Let me go back!!"
A Chief Financial Officer of Frontier Technology scrambled forward on all fours, throwing himself frantically toward a colossal, three-hundred-meter-tall obsidian mirror directly ahead of him.
His hands struck the smooth glass with tremendous force as he desperately searched for any physical seam where the two mirrors joined.
Yet, the exact moment his skin made contact with the obsidian surface—
Hum.
The mirror did not shatter. Instead, it behaved like a still pond rippling outward from a dropped stone, broadcasting concentric waves of pale, distorted spatial energy. Immediately after, the dark undercurrents deep within the mirror reeled backward at hyper-speed. It began to play, in absolute high-definition and without a single filter, the bloody criminal evidence buried at the absolute bottom of their multinational accounts.
The footage revealed a secretive, uninhabited island tucked deep within the ocean.
Hundreds of stray cats and dogs were locked inside completely sealed, specialized titanium-alloy cages. The latest high-residue toxic gas developed by Frontier Technology was slowly and sadistically piped into the cells. The visuals were so sharp that they could distinctly see the animals' eyes clouding over as the gas eroded their tissue, their lungs convulsing violently as they coughed up dark clots of blood in a silent symphony of death.
At the very bottom of the screen, a row of golden digits and signatures flashed frantically. It was the "underground procurement order for specialized chemical consumables" worth a staggering 640 million dollars, personally authorized by this Chief Financial Officer three years ago.
"No... I didn't kill them! I was only responsible for approving the budget! I've never even touched a dog! That was the laboratory's doing! That was market demand!!"
The CFO stared at the imagery of the deceased dogs, whose hollow eye sockets seemed to lock onto him through the screen. Scared out of his wits, he fought with everything he had to tear his hands away from the mirror.
But the reverse current of the karmic code had already surged along his fingertips. Like ten thousand burning steel needles, it nailed itself directly into the central hub of his soul.
BOOM!
A bolt of dark red electricity instantly coursed through his spiritual form, forcefully deducting a staggering one billion points from his red liability bar. He convulsed violently in front of the mirror like a hog being scalded in boiling water, vomiting heavy plumes of dark spiritual smoke.
The deity did not need to personally wield a blade. In the distributed consciousness of the Beast God, every single step of capital accumulation and every multinational wire transfer served as physical validation of personal execution.
Up in the high heavens, the canopy of the sky utilized an ultra-clear lens devoid of any blind spots to project this one-sided karmic strangulation within the mirror labyrinth, broadcasting it in real time to every corner of the Blue Planet.
Before the giant LED media walls lining the streets of cities in the Long Nation and across the globe, crowds of online trolls, office workers, doctors, and professors—who had been preparing to resume their normal lives after the "departure of the Divine Beasts and stabilization of physics"—stood frozen.
As they watched these once-untouchable corporate titans being electrocuted, mutated, and formatted like dogs before the mirrors, entire streets and the global network plunged back into a deathly, suffocating terror.
This live stream transformed instantly into a guillotine hanging directly over the heads of anyone who had ever bought a hit or engaged in the "banality of evil". The elite internet users who had spent money to register on the dark web to secretly purchase black-market footage of stray animals being tortured were driven entirely insane by fear.
"Good God... Frontier Technology's entire board of directors has been completely wiped out! Who's next?!"
An incredibly absurd yet fiercely ruthless live-action reality show played out frantically across the various corners of the Blue Planet.
Inside a private hospital in Furinlan City within the Bald Eagle Nation, a top-tier surgical professor who had been arrogantly berating a patient's family just half an hour ago rushed out of his office, his face as pale as a corpse. He didn't even take off his lab coat as he bolted frantically into the narrow alleyway behind the hospital building.
There, a limping, stray spotted dog was rummaging through a dumpster.
BANG!!
The highly renowned medical professor threw himself onto his knees, slamming heavily into the waterlogged mud without a shred of dignity left.
His eyes were bloodshot and his hands shook violently as he pulled out every single anonymous black-market gold card registered to his name, desperately shoving them toward the paws of the startled, retreating stray dog.
"I was wrong! I shouldn't have tipped that torture video on the dark web two years ago! I'll bow to you! Please, let the deity look at me! I'll give you all my money! All of it to the rescue shelters! Just don't put me on the clearing list! Don't throw me into the labyrinth!!"
He shrieked hysterically, slamming his forehead against the muddy ground with a series of heavy thuds until his brow was instantly covered in dark red blood.
He was far from the only one.
The hypocritical shell that humanity had spent tens of millions of years constructing—using wealth and deceit to paint over their atrocities—was shattered completely by a single, resonant slap from the universe's most direct karmic rules under the pale, cold glare of this second celestial wave.