The Aberrant’s Judgment and the Architect’s Plan

“Ancient Aberrant, your crimes are too numerous to recount, your blasphemies strike terror into all hearts, and your ambition burns like a prairie fire. You are the very source of evil within the Starfield!

The Supreme Divine Realm’s Judgment Tribunal hereby declares you utterly unforgivable. In the name of righteousness, we shall strip you of your truth, imprison your flesh, seal your soul, shackle your divine station, erase your true name, and condemn you to be forgotten by the world, by the gods, and abandoned by history.

Your consciousness will be locked within the axis of the Laws of Reason, suppressed amidst desolate ruin, destined only to observe the cycles of ten thousand worlds across the Starfield, powerless to intervene. You will watch helplessly as your people endure the torment of reincarnation. No one will remember you; no one will be able to awaken your power. You shall bear the regrets of all the dead and the suffering of all the living, imprisoned for eternity, never to rise again!

Do you have any final words, Aberrant? This is your last chance.”

“Chief Judge, please do not grant her this opportunity!”

“Oh? And why not? It is merely a final utterance. From the moment of its establishment, our Supreme Divine Realm has upheld the principle of impartiality. Even the most heinous criminal, at the precipice of death, might offer words of kindness.”

“This woman is an exception!”

However, by the time the Chief Judge reacted, it was already too late.

“Supreme Divine Realm, I shall articulate your dreams!” A seemingly cordial greeting, woven from 43,112,609 primary Starfield languages, transformed into millions of fierce gales that pierced the Chief Judge’s eardrums, plunging his soul into immediate disarray.

The defendant’s assault on a member of the tribunal caused an uproar throughout the chamber.

Yet, the disheveled woman, bound by numerous divine seals, had deliberately altered the rules of information dissemination, allowing only the Chief Judge to hear her furious roar, leaving many others oblivious to the nature of her attack.

“How dare you attack the Chief Judge within a tribunal protected by the Laws of Reason? Do you not fear divine retribution?” An experienced Order-aligned Archdeity among the jury noticed the anomaly.

“I care not. With so many charges already, what harm is one more? At least I’ve had my fill of speaking my mind.” Playfully, she swept aside the long hair obscuring her face, casting a murky gaze upon the Archdeity, before a sealing spell imbued with supreme divine power clamped shut her mouth.

Shortly thereafter, a brigade of Sacred Divine Race warriors, armed to the teeth, materialized from the void, arriving at the tribunal and dispersing all non-essential personnel.

Bearing various divine weapons and artifacts, they tightly encircled the woman, yet none dared to make the first move. After all, no one understood how she had broken free from so many seals to launch an assault on the Chief Judge.

Just as everyone’s nerves threatened to snap, the woman, at some unknown moment, picked up a discarded shackle from the ground and placed it around her own neck.

She spread her hands, signaling that she posed no threat. Instantly, an immense oppressive force lifted from the souls of the Sacred Divine Race.

A captain possessing the Eye of True Sight concluded that she had voluntarily relinquished her truth, demoting herself and reducing her power to his own level, Tier 50. This was utterly illogical.

“I never said I wouldn’t obey your judgment; I merely wished to curse a few beasts. It has nothing to do with you, for you are merely a collection of unthinking tools.” Though still under the silence spell, she seemed to have improvised a new language, bypassing the spell’s universal linguistic restriction. “Lead the way, servants. Take me to see my new home. I intend to decorate it splendidly. Relax, don’t be so tense; I am not some indiscriminate murderer.”

The soldiers exchanged glances but, following their captain’s command, escorted her away. Meanwhile, the Chief Judge swiftly recovered under the care of soul magic.

“Lux, have you forgotten her designation on the Purging Edict?” The jury member who had seen through the prisoner’s trick passed by the Chief Judge, patting him on the back. “Her conduct and words were so vile, so unacceptable, that we erased her past to prevent any ill effects on younger deities. But that does not mean we can disregard her existence.”

“Ford, are you referring to the Blasphemous Demon God…?” Lux had yet to fully compose himself; even his own mother goddess had never cursed him with such venomous words. “But I thought she earned that infamous title for disrupting Starfield order and challenging the Supreme Divine Realm’s authority.”

“Heh heh,” Ford chuckled softly. “No, that infamous name existed even before the Starfield itself. In that chaotic epoch, devoid of rules and order, she was renowned for her foul mouth. Whether one was good or evil, a mediocrity or a genius, they hadn’t truly lived through that era unless they had been cursed by the Blasphemous Demon God. These are tales passed down by my predecessors, of course. They claimed that even as their souls disintegrated, they couldn’t escape her torrent of abuse. Truly unforgettable, it was.”

“So, you mean to tell me to be wary of the power of her words?”

“No, what I mean is, do not take her words to heart. Forget those vile curses as quickly as you can.”

Within a pure white expanse, dozens of eyeball-shaped grey crystals slowly rotated, endlessly playing a melody compiled from numerous languages.

“The unified alliance fractured into pieces, the guiding prophet long since dead. He transformed into a symbol on currency, and the prophecy of doom is about to come true, just as it did before…”

Again and again, the song flowed, graceful and enchanting, calming the soul, yet its lyrics always carried an ominous undertone.

“Ah—these loyal fools, working for me for free, and so diligently too. Faith truly is a convenient tool, isn’t it? Why did I never realize before that lies bring far more tangible benefits than truth? Or perhaps, even I have become corrupted?”

A petite girl, shimmering in the sky, murmured to herself as she steadily approached the boundary of the Immaculate Realm.

“Everything is proceeding according to my plan. The Dustfolk will assume my position, merge into my body, replace one of my Sub-entities, and fulfill the duties of a Starfield Observer. As for me, I shall sever my old body and old soul, retaining only the smallest fragment of my soul to merge into a new form. Then, I will break free from the shackles of the Laws of Reason, seek an opportune moment, and once more embrace the Starfield.

This flawless plan, beyond myself, is impeccable to all. Even if a flaw exists, it would merely be a trap I deliberately left behind.”

As she described an utterly malevolent scheme, her face remained utterly devoid of expression.

She was the master of the Immaculate Realm, the great Starfield Observer, the imprisoned Ancient, the terrifying Demon God, the God of Dust with a brand new true name—Gloria.

Her short, silver-grey hair fanned out, and atop her head, an ultra-long, question-mark-shaped antenna grew, resembling a radar.

Her small, round face was pristine and flawless, her features sculpted like fine jade, so exquisite as to be utterly endearing.

Her deep, grey-blue eyes, somewhat indistinct, seemed perpetually fixed on the distant horizon, bestowing upon her youthful appearance the veneer of a sage.