After Pangu departed, the siblings couldn't help but recall the "summary execution" system their elder brother had just described.
"Eldest Brother," the God of Administration spoke softly, "Before Father established the divine offices, how was this world maintained? Could it have been sustained by Father alone..."
The God of Judgment continued, "...and that 'on-the-spot execution' system?"
The form of the Lord of Order materialized within the flowing river of cosmic laws, approaching them with unhurried grace. "You have touched upon the crux," he remarked, pausing beside his divine throne. "Before your birth, this world was indeed sustained solely by our Father and that primordial system."
He raised a hand, lightly pointing into the void, revealing an ancient scene:
"Behold, this is the ancient Hall of Judgment."
What the gods saw was not a solemn hall, but a chaotic void. Countless threads of cause and effect tangled and twisted here. Whenever a thread grew too dark and murky, divine thunder would descend from the void, severing it outright.
"No trial, no defense, no verdict." The Lord of Order's voice remained utterly still. "Those who defy divine decree shall bear heavenly punishment immediately. This is the judicial way of the old system."
The God of Authority couldn't help but press further: "What about resource distribution?"
Another scene unfolded: the spiritual energy of countless worlds ebbed and flowed like tides. When a world's spiritual energy depleted, the system automatically drew replenishment from neighboring worlds, utterly disregarding the survival needs of the plundered world.
"This is like robbing Peter to pay Paul," frowned the God of Judgment.
"Precisely," nodded the Lord of Order. "While this system safeguards worlds from destruction, it sows countless hidden dangers. The resentment of the wronged, the decay of sacrificed worlds—all accumulate as negative energy."
His gaze fell upon the siblings, his eyes flickering with a warmth rarely seen:
"This is precisely why our Father created you. Judge, your mission is to deliver just verdicts; Administrator, your duty is to establish rational distribution. This is our Father's redemption for past errors, and the dawn of new life for this world."
"If there are no further matters, I must attend to my duties."
The sacred hall fell silent once more. The siblings finally understood: they were not merely newly born deities, but pioneers of a new era. The mistakes of antiquity now awaited their correction.