林默脚下的镜面泛起涟漪，扭曲变形，法庭逐渐成形。
破碎的神灵、过时的神祇以及集体伪造的神话聚集在一起，它们的形式是由零散的传说和半被遗忘的故事拼凑而成的。
每个生物都受到不稳定引力的脉冲作用，它们的形状就像破碎镜子翻腾表面上扭曲的反射一样发生变化。
有些人脸上浮现出过去岁月虔诚祈祷的痕迹，
而其他的则表现为原始的、数字化的信仰轮廓——这些构造从未真正被信徒所接受，但却徘徊在存在与遗忘之间的边缘空间中。
高空之上，一道灼热的符文在空中燃烧：
投诉会议0Σ-ψ91：林默诉天庭
状态：活跃。证人已确认。保管人到场。
林感觉到故事锚在他掌心持续跳动。周在他身后僵硬地站着，目光焦躁地扫视着这超现实的场景，思绪徒劳地挣扎着，试图理解这难以理解的景象。
一个声音从法庭的中心传出，不是通过传统的演讲，而是作为叙事能量的压缩洪流。
“您指控神性被捏造、信仰完整性被侵犯、奇迹被商品化。您确认吗？”
林点点头，语气沙哑，带着坚定。“确认。”
一阵刺耳的反应在整个平面上荡漾开来，肯定的嗡嗡声、轻蔑的嘶嘶声，以及一些实体刺耳的笑声，他们的欢笑是静电和恶意的不和谐混合。
“你提交的证据为：证词残留雷震子；审计核心回声-林玉英；过滤异常，ω签名事件。”
“明白。”林回答道。
随着一道闪光，三根全息细丝显现出来，在半空中扭曲旋转：
雷震子意识破碎，低声哀叹：“他们卖掉了我的笑容。”
他母亲的审计线索被截断，在一声经过审查的尖叫声中突然结束。
过滤器本身，其形状扭动和抽搐，仿佛意识到了它的暴露。
法庭颤抖着，他们的无形形态就像垂死的全息图一样摇曳不定，每一次闪烁都流露出一丝怀疑。
Then, a voice slithered through the void, its timbre as smooth as poisoned honey, every syllable honed to a deceptive sheen.
From the heart of the fractured assembly emerged a figure, bathed in an unblemished radiance that cut through the surrounding chaos.
Cloaked in a robe emblazoned with the sacred sigil of the Light, it proclaimed in a voice that dripped with practiced authority, "I stand as counsel for the Defense."
Lin's muscles coiled like a spring, his instincts screaming that this confrontation had been orchestrated long before his arrival. The odds, it seemed, had been stacked against him from the start.
The Defense executed a bow with exaggerated elegance, a display designed to lull the unwary into complacency. "We concede that certain procedural nuances may have been overlooked," it began, its tone dripping with false magnanimity.
"We do not dispute the presence of... collateral emotional effects. But let us be clear: the very notion of fabrication is a matter of perspective. When a civilization embraces a divine figure, regardless of its origins, divinity is conferred in hindsight. This is not deception, but rather, the artful cultivation of faith,a necessary measure for the preservation of order."
Zhou's sharp intake of breath hissed through the air. "They're saying truth is irrelevant; only consensus matters."
Lin stepped forward, brandishing the anchor. "I submit secondary evidence."
The Defense smiled，a flawless, beautiful smile that held not a trace of warmth. "Denied. Additional submissions are restricted without the presentation of Sovereign Override Authority."
A cold dread coursed through Lin's veins. The tribunal had rigged the game from the start, rewriting the rules the instant he stepped into the arena. Without a sovereign token，a relic so rare even the gods seldom possessed one—his complaint would be dismissed as nothing more than an "unsubstantiated emotional outburst," erased from the tapestry of history as if it had never existed.
Suddenly, Zhou's voice crackled urgently over their private comm link. "Lin! The override coin,your mother's last gift!"
His fingers trembled as he fumbled inside his coat, finally closing around the cracked coin. It pulsed with a faint, indomitable glow, a beacon of hope in the encroaching darkness. Though not a recognized sovereign mark, it bore the hallowed stamp of Clause 315: "Special Audit Override. Mortal Emergency Activation",a desperate measure, a last - ditch gambit.
Lin's grip tightened around the coin, his knuckles white. Then, with a resolute sweep, he raised it high, a symbol of defiance against the oppressive tribunal.
In an earth - shattering explosion, the mirrored plane shattered into a million shards.
The anchor in his other hand and the override coin resonated in a powerful symphony, sending shockwaves rippling through the very fabric of the tribunal.
从平面上参差不齐的裂缝中，回声如洪流般涌现，早已被遗忘的抱怨、消失在虚空中未得到回应的祈祷、以及被不公正地否定的奇迹，都像被压抑的真相的海啸一样冲击而出。
管家的声音在混乱中充满平静的满足感低语道：
“投诉升级：系统性文明腐败指控。自动升级至0级审判。”
代表防御的身影摇摇晃晃，其光滑的外表开始破裂。
林笑了，一个真诚而又凶猛的笑容，并非源于法庭的操纵，而是源于他自己坚定不移的决心。
法庭将不再对诸神负责。
他们会回应那些他们曾拼命想要埋葬的记忆。
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