Reincarnated as the Dark Judge of Honmaru

After wailing countless times, what if life was just a flurry of swords? Is it true that I can't be the little emperor of Honmaru? I must be a judge of gods in my next life, okay? Dongyun Yu finally traveled through time. ——Carry a Daoluan Goldfinger, but a neutered version. Good news: In the tklb world, this pill is available, it is really a judge of the gods. Bad news: The strength is not suitable, and the sword cannot be forged, so the system can only draw cards. There are a lot of rules and regulations, and you have to put in what kind of power to activate, but in short, Honmaru cannot function without the sword, and the system still wants him to die. How can you be the little emperor of Honmaru! Dong Yunyou, who was knocked down by the system introduction, crawled in darkness for a while. After thinking about the beauty of his swordsmen, he gritted his teeth and opened the card drawing interface. Dong Yunyou was shocked by the entire page of Dark Fall Shattered Dark character cards in the pool. ... Oh my god, why are you still playing this with this broken system? Dong Yunyou drew the card with awe, and it entered his soul. It was Mikazuki Munechika who was wearing black clothes and red bottoms, with extremely dark hair. Before he had time to think about it, his attention was captured by the face that suddenly came closer, and the dark red eyes that opened with a crescent moon inside. The close connection made them almost paranoid of closeness and possessiveness. ... Mom. Dong Yunyou was instantly fascinated and dizzy. He happily invested in Miracle Sword Drawing Cards, ah no, this pill is under construction. He plundered the system wool and diligently punched in and shared resources every day to improve his level—— But no one told him that the so-called check-in sharing was a segment-based live broadcast. On the most general website for current affairs, public. Until Dong Yunyou finally gathered a team of somewhat skilled swordsmen and went out into battle, but he was faced with a team of political enforcers. I'm going! Am I a scumbag judge? Real or fake? Me? Who is telling the story of Killing Thousand Swords? Dong Yunyou rolled and crawled on the ground and ran away. From then on, he became even more cautious about his words and actions. Slowly, the criticism began to reverse: I'm not a scumbag judge, that's right - wait, being coaxed and abused by the Dark Fallen Blade? No, no, this isn't right either? —— How to describe such a connection? Determination, paranoia, tenacity - nothing can block or cut off, it is so close and entangled, and both sides are obviously happy with it. He is willing to open it for them, and they are willing to be the sword in his hand. ∥Not long It's not a vest story, the sword man is not the protagonist's vest, the sword man is a real sword man Purpose: Love connects everything