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The Trial of the God of Law—what exactly was it?
That question gnawed at Diana like an itch she couldn't scratch. The mystery surrounding it had her so intrigued, she momentarily forgot the original purpose of her visit.
Instead of answering her outright, Joseph handed her a sleek black bracelet and instructed her to enter the world of Oasis to experience it firsthand.
[Player: Diana Prince (Star Experience Officer)]
[Identity: Princess of Paradise Island]
[Attributes: Demigoddess]
Strength: Level 7
Intelligence: Level 4
Speed: Level 7
Endurance: Level 7
[Skills]:
Super Strength
Super Speed
Insight Eye
Enhanced Five Senses
Language Mastery
Master Combatant
[Equipment]:
Mantra Lasso
Guardian Silver Bracelet
Vulcan Sword
Divine Power Shield
[Wealth]: 100 million
[Dungeon Coins]: Unlimited
The moment she logged into Oasis and saw her profile, Diana frowned slightly.
"Star Experience Officer?"
She had lived in modern society long enough to recognize gaming terminology, even if she hadn't actively played games herself. Still, it was obvious this designation came with special privileges—unlimited dungeon coins, high-level stats, full gear.
She wasn't sure what it meant exactly, but she didn't waste time pondering it.
Instead, she immersed herself in the world of Oasis, determined to understand it from the inside out.
As she explored its layers, Diana couldn't help but notice several things—details that reshaped her perception of magic, and of the mysterious one hundred apprentices she'd encountered, particularly Wanda.
First revelation: The classification of super-abilities in Oasis was incredibly specific. Unlike the generalized magical archetypes of myth, most of the apprentices specialized in a single element—fire, water, wind, darkness, or summoning. Some could cast only one spell.
"Just one?" she had thought at first. "That can't be enough to be called a magician."
But then she reconsidered.
By Amazonian standards, someone who could only conjure a fireball wouldn't qualify as a "magic user." But by any human standard—shooting a fireball with your hand was absolutely supernatural.
Joseph's definition of "extraordinary" wasn't limited to mastery. It included anyone who broke the natural rules.
If that was the bar, then many more people had magical abilities than she'd assumed.
In that context, Diana realized Joseph wasn't building an army—he was cultivating a global generation of transcendents.
That was what he meant by creating the extraordinary.
She also began to understand how the apprentices she sparred with had pulled off such coordinated, razor-sharp tactics. Their precise reaction timing, their sense of unity—they weren't using advanced magic. No, it was how they fought that mattered.
Some possibilities she inferred:
One of them could perceive space fluctuations—predicting enemy movement.
Another could act as a psychic link between everyone, forming a shared consciousness.
That didn't require mastery. It only required unique ability.
She recalled her own abilities as a demigoddess. Strength and speed were natural. But even for her, synching reaction time and body movement took training.
And yet those apprentices didn't miss a beat.
"They must have unlimited dungeon coins like me," she reasoned. "They've likely practiced every scenario, trained endlessly in dungeons. That's how their teamwork became flawless."
But that still didn't explain their reflexes.
In real combat, even if your brain could predict something, the body still had to react—and that came only from intense physical training.
How were they keeping up?
The more Diana explored Oasis, the more puzzles she unraveled—yet the fog only thickened. What exactly was this second world?
Frustrated, she set her questions aside and threw herself into the dungeons.
Her favorite?
[King of Fighters]
That world was thrilling—brimming with elite martial artists, each with distinct styles and elemental powers. She found herself sparring against the likes of Mai Shiranui, Chizuru Kagura, the Orochi bloodline, Kusanagi warriors...
It was exhilarating. It stirred something primal in her.
For once, she wasn't a goddess or a princess—just a fighter.
She lost track of time completely.
---
Suddenly, a violet system panel appeared before her eyes.
> [The Trial of the God of Law is commencing.]
[Do you wish to enter?]
"What? Already?" she muttered, startled.
A glance at her internal clock revealed something even stranger—it had only been eight or nine hours in the real world.
And yet, she'd spent what felt like days exploring and battling in Oasis.
Without hesitation, she accepted.
The violet panel exploded like shattered glass, forming a spiraling vortex of purple light. Diana took a deep breath and leapt in.
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When she opened her eyes, the environment had changed—but not as she expected.
No dungeon world. No magical landscape.
She looked around, instantly on alert. Something was wrong.
Her eyes narrowed sharply.
"No..."
Her enhanced senses—part of her divine heritage—flared.
She felt the change in gravity. The way air moved. The rhythm of reality itself.
This wasn't virtual.
This was real.
She wasn't inhabiting a game character. She was here physically. Her real body, her real breath, her real strength.
She had descended into a fully material dimension.
And that realization changed everything.
"This... this is the real Oasis!" she whispered.
The screen panels in the nearby city square all lit up at once, broadcasting in sync across rooftops and spires in the sprawling urban landscape known as Twist City.
A cold, robotic voice boomed:
> "Ten minutes ago, the World Security Council officially passed the Superpower Registration Act."
"From this moment forward, all super-powered individuals must register with the government and accept indefinite monitoring. Failure to comply will result in immediate arrest, prosecution for crimes against humanity, or execution."
"Resisters will be shot on sight."
The words hit like hammer blows.
A sharp tremor passed through Diana's heart.
She understood instantly.
The Trial of the God of Law wasn't just some glorified questline.
It was war.
Wanda and the others had not been practicing with training simulations.
They had been fighting real battles.
Every bit of teamwork, every lightning-fast decision they demonstrated... had been forged through the fires of live combat. Not staged. Not scripted.
And now, here she was.
Another candidate.
Another test.
And somewhere deep inside her, something ancient and fierce stirred.
"Father Zeus..." she whispered, her voice trembling with awe and alarm, "This is madness."
But madness or not, she knew one thing.
She was ready.