Otaku Witch-Chapter 1010 - 608. Screen Peeking_3
Chapter 1010: 608. Screen Peeking_3
Would anyone really betray their interests because of “justice”?
The Fiendish Courtesan was somewhat unsure. Having spent centuries in the Flower Street, she was well-acquainted with the treacheries of human nature and hardly naive enough to believe in the “justice” proclaimed by the authorities.
The world hustles and bustles all for profit, all commotion ultimately for gain.
Justice is unreliable; only interests are eternal.
Who’s to say that just after she reports, the Judgment Court won’t send her information straight to the Heaven’s Guard Pavilion, leaving her with no chance at all? freewёbnoνel.com
Her original plan was to stir the ambitions of those self-proclaimed “Descendants of the Immortals” on Japan, who had long been restrained but considered themselves nobler than the outsiders, prompting them to lead the transformation of Japan, breaking the longstanding isolation, and expanding outward.
This would naturally infringe upon the interests of the external witches, thus creating conflicts between the two sides, which would inevitably lead to confrontation, giving her a chance to manipulate the situation.
Although dangerous, this plan evidently had a higher success rate.
So the question arises: should she report now or continue with the plan?
Ibuki Yuuki was uncertain for a moment.
After struggling internally for some time, she eventually let out a heavy breath, picking up the silver Dragon Medal from the brocade box in front of her and inputting a bit of Magic Power into it.
She decided to try trusting the so-called “justice,” if only because of the carefree way that young fellow casually tossed her this crucial token.
It had the essence of heroes from Japanese Sword Master legends.
Even though Miss Oiran used to not believe in the existence of heroes who treated money and fame like dirt, the emergence of a Sword Master capable of bonding through swords made the legendary heroes seem less fictitious.
Moreover, she decided to first understand the Judgment Court before making any decisions about reporting.
As the Magic Power infused it, the silver Dragon Medal emitted a faint glow, and soon, a virtual screen visible only to Ibuki Yuuki unfolded before her.
Miss Oiran examined the screen, finding its simplicity surprising, with nothing more than several functional sections.
Her gaze scanned the modules such as “Task Hall,” “Summoning Order,” and “Judgment Court Store,” finally resting on the continuously scrolling chat box at the lower-left corner of the screen.
That was the “Judgment Hall,” the public chat window of the Judgment Court app.
Ibuki Yuuki considered it a valuable tool for silently observing the situation, so she opened the chat window and began reviewing the chat logs.
As she read, however, her expression became increasingly serious, as she realized the conversation was concerning Japan.
[Brutality: Hey hey… when are we going to act? If you ask me, let’s just bomb Japan and get it done, I want to see rivers of blood.]
[Crafty Abnormality: You vulgar brute, not a hint of elegance. I’ve already corrupted quite a few high-level officials in Japan. Once the actions start, I’ll have them revolt first, then we’ll have rightful cause to act.]
[Pure Filth: No worries, I’ve already taken action; I’ve set up a miasma around Japan, not even a fly will get out.]
[Lust Ruin: You crude guys are such a waste. The desires on Japan are especially delectable. Killing them all would be such a pity; I’d love to keep them alive and slowly bleed them dry.]
[War Instructor: Shut up you roast chicken, stop being a nuisance, I just went scouting inside Japan today, the island’s already unstable, hilarious, I think we might not even need to act; they’ll end up fighting themselves to death first.]
[Brutality: Speaking of which, I saw the Clown’s signal flashing on Japan too; where is she? I want to play with her, I really like her.]
[War Instructor: Clown? Who’s that? A newcomer? I haven’t done a task in forever; has there been any new developments recently?]
[Crafty Abnormality: Bold, you shut-in don’t even know this year’s sales champion, there’s no place for you in the Judgment Court anymore.]
[Lust Ruin: I suspect War Instructor might be a spy; I demand the Torture Department to intervene, this guy not knowing Clown is abnormal.]
[Pure Filth: I’ll take care of that, I’ve recently taken a post at the Torture Department, and I’ve just brewed a special Truth Serum, ensuring no spy goes unnoticed.]
[War Instructor: You four Merry Makers have had enough, not wasting my breath with you, just focus on work, I’m logging off; got some bricks to move tomorrow.]
….
IbuYuuki silently scrolled through the chat logs, then glanced at the account ID displayed at the top-left corner.
Clown (Proxy).
This, could it be that I myself am Clown?
The Fiendish Courtesan was quite shocked; judging by the conversation from the accounts with “Grand Inquisitor” certification, the Clown Grand Inquisitor seemed to hold a significant status within the Judgment Court as well.
But originally, was that young fellow this highly ranked?
….Miss Oiran is surprised….
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