Chapter 175 --175
"You showed me hell. You showed me people suffering for their choices. Fine. But you know what I didn’t see? I didn’t see the souls of ’system designers’. The people who created structures that forced others into impossible choices. The architects of oppression who never personally wielded a whip but designed the entire framework of subjugation."
Elara’s eyes were cold.
"Where are they in your hell? The people who designed the collar system? The emperors who codified beast knight enslavement into law? The magical researchers who developed the binding enchantments? Are they burning in those rivers? Drowning in those cycles? Or did they get a pass because their hands stayed clean?"
# Scene: The White Room - The Real Question
The woman’s voice carried that divine certainty—that musical tone that suggested righteousness and cosmic justice. But inside, where gods kept their truest thoughts, there was something else.
Satisfaction.
Almost... rejoicing.
’Of course those people were punished,’ she thought. ’How could I let the people who designed that system go unpunished?’
But Elara caught it. That fractional shift in energy. That microsecond of emotional leakage.
She tilted her head slightly, and something that wasn’t quite a smile touched her lips.
"Oh, is that so?"
The woman blinked. "What?"