This villain, please exercise some restraint.

At the moment when the needle was about to drop, An Xu couldn't help but stretch out his hands, even though he knew that, perhaps, his ability was not necessarily useful.

But the hand he extended was taken away by the short boy beside him.

An Xu frowned and was about to say something out of desperation, but before he could say anything, the short boy teleported to the side of "Justice" and quite simply grabbed the man who was in close contact with the white-haired boy's chest. syringe.

"..."

"...Oh? Moderate..."

"Justice" was stunned for a moment, and then he raised his head and glanced at the short boy who suddenly appeared. The expression on his face suddenly showed something like a smile but not a smile.

"Copy, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. No. 6 created you not to ruin my good deeds."

When the short boy heard this, he raised his head. There was a serious look on his childish face.

But the next moment, just in the blink of an eye, that seriousness was replaced by a kind smile.

He blinked his eyes and looked into the two pools of unfathomable blue with his non-attacking eyes.

"You see clearly, this is a player, not a moderation. The real moderation is standing in front of you."

"Maybe, your target is me."

The short boy said this.

He didn't see any wavering in those rather beautiful blue eyes, but there was just unconcealed condescension and contempt.

"You? Hahahaha... stop joking, recognize your identity, a replica, a created object. Even if you wear a 'temperance' shell, you... are not him after all."

This can be said to be a very light and mean statement.

But what made "Justice" feel a little strange was that he didn't see any unnaturalness or embarrassment on the face of the short man in front of him.

The short boy was still smiling slightly, but the hand holding the syringe suddenly burst out with a lavender energy light group, annihilating it in an instant.

"you!"

Seeing this scene, "Justice" couldn't help but retreat a little.

He was a little surprised and confused, but out of awe of the power of "the world" and a measure of strength, he did not take action rashly.

"This is...the power of the world..."

"Justice" murmured to himself. He looked at the short boy in front of him again, and the contempt on his face was much less.

"Although I don't know why the 'world' would delegate power to you, but...there is no doubt that even if you only use a small part of the power of the world, you are now barely qualified to talk to me as an equal."

As he said this, his eyes finally regained their composure.

"No, you're wrong, Justice."

The short boy was still smiling. He shook his head and denied these words.

"I don't want to talk to you on an equal footing. I'm standing here today to order you."

When the last three words were spoken, An Xu's eyes under his silver-white glasses reflected "Justice", who frowned fiercely.

"I order you—"

The short boy's eyes turned to the boy with short white hair lying on the ground, his eyes closed.

His extended index finger immediately pointed to the ground. In his eyes, the unconscious "player".

"I order you to stay away from him and never... hurt him again."

He spoke solemnly, and even the smile on his face quickly disappeared.

"Hahahaha... you are ordering me, you are a copy, an unworthy substitute, why are you ordering me? Why... why are you?"

"Justice" said, closing his eyes, but the next moment, he quickly opened them.

"To be honest, apart from the world, other existences have no right to order me... Of course, if my lover's lies can be recognized by me, I will be willing to cooperate... As for you -"

"I'm sorry, but you don't have the qualifications to challenge me, and you can't... be like a certain existence that can even completely represent the will of the world at its peak."

"Justice" said, his deep gaze unabashedly glanced at the young man lying on the ground.

That delicate face seemed to have not changed at all... so much so that it was difficult for him not to recognize it.

He looked at the short boy in front of him again, but what still surprised him was that his words did not seem to have any deterrent effect on the still naive heir to the power card.

"Sorry too, maybe I should clarify a bit."

The short boy raised his face, blinked, and looked serious.

"I am not representing the will of the world. Even...I don't understand the world."

"I am ordering you in an identity that you may not recognize, that is...as the manager of this world."

"what?"

"Justice" was stunned for a moment.

"I am Temperance, and I am the...creator...manager and even...guardian of this spiritual world."

"I once promised all players that this spiritual world is safe."

"And you are planning to inflict real harm to the 'player' and harm what I protect, so if you do not obey my orders, then I will stand on my side as your enemy and expel you Out of...the world I protect."

"Justice, you are not pure. From my perspective, you are quite despicable. In a sense... aren't you just a... parasite attached to the player?"

"Even...your current body belongs to...the player."

"so-"

As the short boy spoke, a light purple color appeared in his slowly raised palm.

"Justice"'s pupils narrowed.

He knew that it was the power of the world.

"You... are not the copy, who are you? Or, still, you are actually the copy, but the lover... the lover..."

He didn't finish his words, and he was destined to get no answer.

When the short boy walked towards "Justice" with a gentle smile on his lips, "Justice" could not bear the intimidation from the power of "the world" and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Escape...it's fast."

Smiling, the short boy gathered his fingers together, and the power light group disappeared.

He turned around and found that An Xu...the boy with glasses had come to the player lying on the ground at some unknown time.

But at this moment, An Xu's expression was still tangled.

Even the outstretched hand, which hung in the air for a long time, did not fall after all.

"Thank you, Temperance."

He retracted his hand, stood up, and looked at the short boy in front of him.

"Maybe you are not the Temperance I know, even though... you have the same appearance."

"But - no matter what happens today, I want to thank you."

He heard a chuckle.

"Thank me because I saved your friend?"

An Xu subconsciously wanted to nod, but the next moment, he seemed to realize something, and there was a little sadness on his face.

"No, he...is not my friend."

"I thank you because... you helped me do a good deed that I couldn't do... to save a strange player."

He heard himself say this.