角色故事•一（解锁条件：角色等级20）
「十王圣断，业报恒常。」
白衣如雪的判官从街巷幽暗处踱步而出，封死了他最后的去路。
男人靠得更近了，只是拔尖的颤音出卖了他的恐惧：「怎么…光抓住那几个家伙还不够？」
用「怎么」起头，但不是问句，是反问句——对语义的分析在思考中枢里转了个来回，除了「目标对共犯的下场一清二楚外」外没有任何其他情报。
她决定直接执行被交付的使命。
眼球、额角、下颚、心脏、丹腑、下腹…一瞥之间，她标定了所有能一击奏效的部位。虽然对手是以灵敏反应著称的狐人，但他空门大开，一合…至多两合之间便能解决。
但这一击落空了。
判官略带好奇地看着他。男人体表上下如有小鼠游走般，肌肉起伏不休，双眼闪动着计划得遂的光芒。
他像得了急病般剧烈喘息，在一阵无法遏制的痛苦呐喊中，身躯攒生出大片细密的毫毛，四肢躯壳被某种看不见的力量强撑了开来。洞天月色的照耀下，一头巨狼人立而起。此刻在判官的视野下，那片笼罩人体的鲜红轮廓已烧成了一丛野火。
「汝…这是自蹈死路，」内心深处的某种习惯想让她叹一口气，可身体已没了这个功能。「服下药王秘传的药，不过是加速死亡。」
男人的目光没有丝毫动摇，「从被你们发现的那一刻起，我就没几天活了。」
狐人抓起身侧的药囊，如倒豆子般将更多药丸倒进嘴里，「你们这些无血无泪的东西又怎么会懂，我有必须离开这里的理由！」
一枚巨大的拳头倏然扩张，撑满整个视野，判官的反应机巧刚刚来得及做出响应。双臂一抖，她随身携带的锁链绷成一个圈，试图兜住这一拳。
拳头挟着惊人的力量轰入胸膛，白衣判官双足所踏之地也裂开密如蛛网的碎纹，深深凹陷。
没有疼痛，只有机巧器官损坏的轻响。白衣判官一阵恍惚。
Character Story: Part I
• Unlocked at Character Level 20
"Ten Lords perceptual, Karma perpetual."
Dressed as white as the driven snow, the Judge strolled out from the dim street, obscuring his final escape.
The man drew closer, but the shrill tremble in his voice betrayed his fear: "How... is catching them not enough?"
It may have started with a "How," but not as a question, rather as a rhetorical one. The semantic analysis goes back and forth in the mind, and there's no other intel other than "the target clearly knew who the accomplice was."
She decided to execute the mission assigned to her straight away.
The eyeballs, forehead, chin, heart, the Core Esse, and the lower abdomen... With a glance, she marked off all the parts that might make for a single effective strike. Despite foxians being known for their quick reactions, her opponent had left himself wide open and one round... two rounds, max, should be enough to take care of things.
But this blow missed.
The Judge looked at him with an air of curiosity. The man's body seemed to move like scurrying mice, with muscles undulating, and his eyes sparkled with the gleam of a well-executed plan.
He panted violently as though suffering from a critical illness, and during a burst of uncontrollable pain his body shot out large swathes of fine hairs as his limbs and body swelled and tore open by some invisible force. Under the glow of moonlight within the delve, a monstrous wolfman stood up. In the view of the Judge, the sanguine silhouette enveloping its body had burned up into a wildfire.
"You... are seeking death." She has an urge to sigh out of habit, but her body no longer has that function. "The partaking of the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus' concoction will only hasten your demise."
The man's gaze barely wavers at all. "The second I was discovered by you, I only ever had a few more days to live."
The foxian grabs the medicine pouch, and pours out more pills into his mouth as though it were candy. "You are a tool that sheds no blood and cry no tears. You could never understand — I have my reason for leaving here!"
A huge fist suddenly expanded, filling up the entire field of vision, and the Judge barely had any time to react. Shaking her arms, the chain she clutched whipped into a circle as she tried to lasso the fist.
The fist punched into her chest with astonishing force, splitting cracks into the ground like cobwebs and creating a crater beneath where the white-robed Judge was standing.
There was no pain, only the gentle ringing of damaged ingenium parts. The white-robed Judge was left befuddled.
