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[An attempt to annotate the solution to Thinking Question 3:]
Everyone held their breath, and Morgana's heart pounded as she stared intently at the words that would soon determine her fate.
[Solution methods: emotional venting, shifting blame, and launching a counter-questioning attack on the question setter.]
[Commentary: This approach acknowledges the action itself but refuses to assign it a negative moral definition. It places the abstract value of freedom above the concrete value of individual life, using this as the ultimate explanation for all actions. Its core logic is: sacrifices are necessary to achieve a noble goal, and responsibility should be shared by those who obstruct it (e.g., Keisha's just order).]
Upon seeing this, Morgana's lips involuntarily curled upwards. This assessment, while not particularly pleasant, at least acknowledged the consistency of her logic! Unlike Karl, she wasn't directly judged as "intellectually impoverished"!
However, the next line of text froze her smile on her face.
[Overall assessment: Poor attitude, but logically consistent. A typical example of a student who excels in one subject but struggles in another.]
A student who excels in only one subject but not in another? And yet, he practices what he preaches? What kind of evaluation is that?
Before she could figure it out, the final "handling opinion" slowly emerged, each word like a supernova exploding in her mind.
[Handling Recommendation: Empty talk harms the nation, while hard work builds it. The merits of theories should not be limited to debate. Given this student's strong belief in his theories of decadence and freedom, the following social practice course is assigned to him to test the validity of his theories.]
Social practice?
Morgana's heart skipped a beat, and an extremely ominous premonition welled up in her mind.
The next second, at the edge of her vision, a desolate, long-dead red planet was enveloped by a beam of light descending from the sky. She recognized that planet; it was an unfortunate planet whose ecosystem had been completely destroyed by the combined firepower of the angels during their war thousands of years ago.
[Practice Location: Death Planet T-897]
[Practical Research Project: A Feasibility Report on Decadence and Freedom as the Primary Driving Forces of Civilization]
[Practice Content: Guided solely by the principles of depravity and freedom, starting from scratch, cultivate and establish a sustainable civilization on this planet, whose average happiness index surpasses that of the Just Order (based on peak data after the third technological explosion of the Angelic Civilization).]
[Practice Requirements:]
[First, Queen Morgana herself must reside on the surface of this planet throughout the entire process, sharing in the fate of the civilization you created, and personally experiencing all its evolutionary processes.]
[II. Aside from providing the initial seed of life, the teacher will not offer any additional assistance. You yourself must not use any god-like force or advanced technology beyond the current development level of the planet's indigenous civilization to interfere. Your role is not that of a god, but rather a guide.]
[Third, your demonic legion will serve as the observation team for this social practice, responsible for recording data, but shall not interfere with the natural evolution of civilization in any way.]
[IV. Implementation Period: Ten thousand years. Or, the civilization may self-destruct by implementing your theory.]
[Additional Clause: During the practical training, the Demon Flagship Demon Wings and its fleet will be locked within this star system, and all space jump and long-distance navigation functions will be temporarily disabled. If Queen Morgana attempts to leave the practical training planet without authorization, or evades this practical training in any way, she will be considered to have voluntarily forfeited the quiz, and her handling will be in accordance with Hua Ye's final filing method.]
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[— Academic Affairs Office]
When the last word was fully revealed, the entire universe fell into a silence that was a mixture of horror and pity.
Morgana stared blankly at the "handling opinion," her mind a complete blank.
She...was...confined?
No, this is a million times worse than being locked down!
He did not refute her theory; he even "thoughtfully" gave her a chance to prove herself.
He asked her to become a "creator goddess".
However, this creator goddess was stripped of all her powerful abilities; she could not cheat, could not interfere, and could only use her theory of "degeneration and freedom" to guide a completely new civilization.
She must witness firsthand what kind of monster the "desire," "chaos," and "struggle" she champions will evolve into in a civilization starting from scratch. She must live and eat with this monster until it self-destructs, or... miraculously surpasses the angelic order of justice.
a thousand years.
She's destined to be a "kindergarten principal" on a dilapidated planet for ten thousand years—a principal who can only talk, not act.
And her fleet, her demon army, stood still on its tracks, watching her.
This is no longer just about killing someone and destroying their spirit.
This is like binding her soul to an eternally operating experimental table, specifically designed to disprove her lifelong beliefs, and slowly torturing her.
"what--!!!"
A piercing, distorted scream erupted from Morgana's throat. She flailed her arms wildly, trying to attack the words of light, but her demonic claws passed right through them without any resistance.
She wanted to break free of the flagship, fly towards that planet, and blast it into cosmic dust.
But an invisible and irresistible force pressed her firmly onto the throne. Her demonic wings, along with the entire fleet, all its engines and weapon systems, were forcibly locked at the same time.
She became a prisoner in her own flagship.
On the chosen death planet T-897, the pillar of light gradually dissipated. A clear, steaming pool appeared on the parched land. In the center of the pool, some of the most primordial organic molecules, catalyzed by that mysterious force, began their first, clumsy union.
The countdown to a life has begun.
A queen's sentence has begun.
In every corner of the universe, countless gods and powerful beings, witnessing this scene, felt a chill run from their spines all the way to the top of their heads.
The teacher's teaching methods are terrifying.
He never tells you directly that you're wrong.
He will only use a method you can neither refuse nor escape to make you prove to yourself just how terribly wrong you are.
Chapter 431 Open Course in the Universe
The universe is eerily quiet.
Morgana's piercing scream echoed for a long time in the ears of every civilization that witnessed this scene through the dark communication channel. The sound contained no longer anger or resentment, but a primal despair, a despair that had been completely stripped of all possibility of resistance.
On the throne of the demon's wings, Morgana slumped, her once arrogant face now a mess of heavy makeup, washed away by tears and sweat, like a cheap sculpture melting in the rain. She no longer roared, no longer struggled, but stared blankly out the porthole at the death planet T-897, illuminated by a beam of light.
Her prison. Her testing ground. Her pillar of shame.
Atto knelt beneath the throne. This utterly loyal demon, number one, didn't even have the courage to look up at her. He could feel the overwhelming collapse emanating from the depths of the Queen's soul. He wanted to say something, to comfort her, to offer advice, but any words seemed utterly ridiculous in the face of the "Department of Academic Affairs'" cold "handling opinion."
"Queen……"
He finally mustered his courage and spoke in a dry voice.
Morgana showed no reaction, as if she hadn't heard. Her gaze had pierced through the flagship's alloy hull and landed on the planet. In that primordial broth created by the "teacher," the first amino acid molecule, "203," was slowly forming.
The beginning of a life.
A queen's sentence.
"Ah……"
A barely audible, self-deprecating laugh escaped her throat.
"Kindergarten principal..."
She murmured to herself, her voice so soft that only she could hear it.
"It's something you can only look at, not touch..."
She suddenly remembered the words she had once used to mock Keisha—
"Your so-called paradise is nothing more than a huge, cold, lifeless kindergarten, and you are the most annoying principal."
Now, things are changing.
She also became the principal. However, in Keisha's kindergarten, the children were at least "well-behaved." But her kindergarten was destined to become a gladiatorial arena filled with sharp teeth and claws. She would not only have to watch these "children" tear each other apart, but also live in the arena, constantly at risk of being torn to pieces by the beasts she had personally "taught."
Most cruelly, she couldn't even use her divine power to crush the unruly beast. She had to obey the "practical requirements" and use her theory of "degradation and freedom" to "guide" and "reform" it.
This is a thousand times more vicious than killing her.
“Haha…hahahahahahaha!”
Morgana suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, laughing so hard she nearly fell over, tears streaming down her face again. All the demons on her wings were terrified by this eerie laughter. They would rather face the Queen's thunderous wrath than see her in this completely insane state.
"Okay! Okay!"
She suddenly stood up, pointing at the universe outside the porthole, as if declaring war on the unseen "teacher," "You're awesome! You won! I'll play with you! Ten thousand years, huh? I'll just treat it as a long vacation! I want to see how big a hole the civilization I, Morgana, personally nurtured will ultimately tear in this universe!"
Her voice held a resolute, defiant air. Since resistance was futile, she would throw herself entirely into this absurd game. She would put her theories into practice in the most extreme way possible. She would transform this planet into the most chaotic, bloodiest, and also the most "free" paradise in the entire universe.
She wanted to show that "teacher" what kind of Pandora's box he had opened with his own hands.
At the same time, this cosmic-level "open course" has caused a tremendous shock in every corner.
Styx Galaxy, Death Song Academy.
Karl's projection stood silently at the core of the great clock, having "watched" Morgana's entire "defense" and "judgment." The surrounding void engines, deprived of the great clock's computing power, had become extremely unstable, flickering with dangerous electrical sparks.
"Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth..." For the first time, an emotion called "fortunateness" emerged in Karl's consciousness.
He suddenly felt that being judged as "intellectually impoverished" and then forcibly shut down was already a great act of mercy.
If that "teacher" were to give him a chance for "social practice," allowing him to create a "virtual world" with his own hands and then live in it... Karl couldn't imagine what that would be like. What would it feel like to live in a world that exists only as a concept, without any substance, where everything is reduced to "nothingness"?
It's basically like "formatting" it on the spot.
Compared to Morgana's mental torture lasting ten thousand years, my "one-click shutdown" is practically VIP treatment.
Angel Nebula, Merlot Heaven.
Angel Yan watched Morgana, who appeared to be insane, on the screen with a complex expression. Most of the angels around her wore expressions of glee. This demon queen, who had wreaked havoc on the universe for millennia, had finally received her retribution, and in such an ironic way.
"Sister Yan, this is truly... gratifying!"
A young angel couldn't help but say.
Yan didn't speak. She waved her hand, signaling the others to leave.
Only she and He Xi remained in the main hall. Looking at Morgana's distorted face, she couldn't help but picture a completely different face—the face of the angel Liang Bing.
She remembered what Holy Keisha had said to her before her fall:
"When a just order becomes powerful enough to crush all evil, will it itself become another form of evil?"
Queen Keisha answered part of this question with her own demise.
Now, this "teacher" is asking the same question to Morgan—no, to Liang Bing—in a more direct and cruel way.
He did not say that depravity and freedom are wrong.
He simply said: "Go ahead and give it a try."
Use ten thousand years to prove with your own hands whether what you firmly believe in is a stairway to heaven or the opening of the gates of hell.
"Morgana...Queen Keisha"
Yan sighed softly, her voice carrying no triumphant joy, but rather an endless lament across millennia about the fate of the two sisters.