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[BREAKING: SUPREME COURT JUDGE FOUND DEAD IN HIS PRIVATE ESTATE]

Solomon immediately clicked the post, opening the full article. According to the police sources cited in the report, the presiding judge had been found dead early this morning, floating face-down in his private, luxury infinity pool.

The official cause of death was ruled as accidental drowning.

The article went into hilariously pathetic detail, citing leaked security footage obtained from the estate. The judge had apparently hosted a massive, wildly expensive pool party the previous night, surrounded by high-end escorts and flowing champagne.

The footage reportedly showed the judge becoming heavily intoxicated as the night dragged on. Once the party finally ended and all the escorts had left the premises, the judge attempted to climb out of the pool using the ladder.

However, he was so unbelievably drunk and exhausted that his foot slipped on the very first rung. He tumbled backward, flailing his arms comically before splashing right back into the deep end. Too inebriated to swim and too tired to fight, he simply sank to the bottom and drowned in his own luxurious backyard.

Solomon stared at the post for a few seconds, completely baffled by how utterly ridiculous and pathetic the death sounded. Yet, the news outlet was genuine, and the police sources were fully verified.

He let out a frustrated sigh and scrolled down his feed.

Directly below the judge’s obituary was another breaking news alert: [TRAGIC ACCIDENT: 12 FORMER CITY JURORS PERISH AT SEA]

Solomon furrowed his brow, tapping the post to read the article. The twelve jurors, who had served on the rigged District Seven dungeon tragedy case, had apparently organized a lavish reunion trip. They pooled their corrupt payouts to rent a multi-million dollar luxury yacht for a weekend getaway.

According to the report, the yacht sailed directly into sudden freak weather. An unmapped whirlpool opened up beneath the vessel, dragging the yacht into a vortex. The ship was subjected to immense oceanic pressure, completely shattering the hull into a million pieces and dragging all twelve jurors down into the lightless depths of the sea.

The most bizarre part of the story was that the jurors happened to be actively live-streaming their extravagant party right before the disaster struck. Everything was perfectly recorded.

There was a hyperlink attached to the bottom of the article leading directly to the archived video. Solomon couldn’t help himself and he clicked the link.

The video opened with the twelve jurors laughing, drinking expensive wine, and cheering on the deck of the yacht. The sun was shining, and upbeat music blasted from the boat’s speakers. They were toasting to their incredible wealth and untouchable success, completely oblivious to the impending doom.

Suddenly, the camera violently shook. The cheerful music was drowned out by a deafening, terrifying roar of rushing water.

The camera tumbled across the deck, capturing the panic as the sky rapidly darkened. The jurors began screaming hysterically. The footage showed massive, churning walls of dark water rising on all sides of the yacht as it was sucked into the center of a colossal whirlpool.

The screams grew bloodcurdling as the wooden deck splintered beneath their feet. One juror desperately clung to the railing, crying and begging for help before a huge wave crashed over the bow, sweeping him into the churning abyss. The sound of crunching fiberglass and snapping metal filled the audio feed right before the camera was plunged underwater, the screen instantly cutting to black.

It was a horrifying, yet undeniably satisfying spectacle of poetic justice.

Solomon closed the video after watching it four times. He navigated back to his main page, and the feed automatically refreshed.

The very first post at the top of his timeline was an urgent breaking news bulletin: [TERRORIST ATTACK IN DOWNTOWN COURTHOUSE: FOUR DEAD]

Solomon read the summary. There had been a suicide bombing inside an ongoing, high-profile trial room. Fortunately, the blast radius was small, and the vast majority of the civilians and court staff were completely safe. However, four people lost their lives in the explosion.

All four victims happened to be the primary attorneys working the case.

Solomon read the names of the deceased. It was the lead prosecutor, the defense attorney, the plaintiff’s primary attorney, and the sole lawyer representing the defendant.

They were the exact same four lawyers who had orchestrated the legal cover-up for the dungeon tragedy case. They just so happened to be working together on a brand new corporate case, sitting side-by-side at the same table, and they were the only casualties in the attack.

Solomon scratched his cheek, his silver eyes narrowing.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed.

A notification popped up from a local neighborhood watch group channel. The message reported a gruesome traffic accident a few blocks away.

A pedestrian had just been run over and crushed by a speeding commercial transport truck. The post included a name and a blurred photo of the scene.

It was one of the three key witnesses who had provided false testimony during the dungeon tragedy trial.

Immediately, another message chimed in the group chat. A woman had just been shot and killed in what the police were calling a "robbery gone wrong" in the adjacent district. They had provided the name and photo.

She was the second key witness from the trial.

A third notification dinged. A man had died in an industrial accident at a local construction site, having fallen into a running industrial wood chipper.

The name and picture confirmed it was the third and final witness from the rigged trial.

Solomon frowned deeply. ’What the hell is going on?’ he wondered, staring at his phone screen. ’Why is everyone on my target list suddenly dying today? And how come every single one of them is the person I was supposed to kill to complete my revenge?’

He muttered to himself, "Almost all of their deaths appear completely natural or accidental. There is literal video proof, documented police reports, and verified eyewitness testimonies for everything. This is a genuinely crazy, statistically impossible coincidence."

Solomon felt a headache building behind his eyes. He wanted to cool off and clear his head, so he walked downstairs to the living room. He turned on the television, hoping to find some nostalgic morning cartoons or a mindless sitcom to help him relax and process the bizarre news.

The moment the screen flickered to life, an emergency news broadcast overrode the standard channels.

The female news anchor looked grim. A bold headline flashed across the bottom of the screen: [TRAGEDY AT THE BLUEYORKER’S SHIELD BLAST SITE: SIX OFFICERS CRUSHED]

The anchor reported that a specialized team of detectives investigating the rubble of the destroyed guild headquarters had been caught in a sudden, secondary structural collapse. A massive, unstable block of reinforced concrete had fallen from the ruined upper floors, crushing the investigating team beneath tons of debris.

Six officers were confirmed dead at the scene, while one officer survived but was listed in critically severe condition.

The news station played amateur drone footage of the towering concrete block plummeting into the rubble, though they thankfully cut the feed before showing the officers actually getting crushed.

The broadcast then displayed the names and official precinct photos of the casualties.

Sure enough, every single one of the six dead officers were the exact detectives who had actively covered up the dungeon tragedy case.

And the sole survivor, the officer reported to be severely injured and clinging to life in the intensive care unit... was none other than Chief Kurt.

Solomon simply stared at the television and read the report as the video beside it kept playing the same footage again and again along with a loud, yet surprisingly great tune of the channel.

"This... this has to be some kind of joke!"