Schiller and Sofia witnessed the group of heroes passing through the sixth trial, and over the next several days, they watched the heroes pass through one trial after another, until now, only the last trial remained.
At this point, Sofia was almost certain that Baird would complete the final trial.
Yet, she always failed to see any sign of her creator winning the wager.
What was more surprising was that, despite facing the last trial, Schiller was not in a hurry at all.
"You’re about to face the consequences if Baird completes the trial, but if the judges refuse to let him leave the Netherworld, what can you do?"
The Fairy Queen asked bluntly.
"Of course, I will forcefully take him out of the Netherworld."
Schiller’s words were always provocative.
Sofia couldn’t tell if he was serious or not, but she could see there was no sense of urgency in him.
"You don’t seem worried at all."
Schiller nodded without denying it.
Sofia was extrely puzzled, leaning on the Great Angel’s shoulder,
"Could there be sothing waiting for Baird after the ninth trial?"
Schiller turned his head, asking,
"Do you think so?"
Sofia softly said,
"I feel like there is, and yet there isn’t,
as if sothing nebulous is there, but I can’t be sure."
Schiller suddenly clapped his hands,
"That’s right.
The collective subconscious is just like that, nebulous, uncertain, ineffable."
Continuing in a cheerful tone, Schiller said:
"For instance, does Logos’ Nabirida really have a mission?
’The Nu Mirda Epic’ says yes, but ’Exile’s Word’ says it’s a lie.
Is there really a mission?
It seems like there is, and yet there isn’t.
The collective subconscious is similar to this situation, it’s ineffable, impossible to provide a definite answer."
At this mont, Sofia felt as if she had an epiphany.
And Schiller continued,
"You ask if there’s sothing waiting for Baird...
Honestly, I’m not sure either, I can’t be certain, even though I have prepared for his future and t with Slaier for this reason."
"But before that situation arose, no one could be certain."
Sofia nodded slightly, sensing that Schiller was gradually beginning to understand sothing.
And it was only at the end of the story that she could clearly discern what Schiller had realized, whether he would actually succeed.
Before that, she was caught between knowing and not knowing.
"Keep watching, they are about to complete the final trial."
Schiller said so.
Sofia turned her gaze to the mirror in front of the Great Angel, seeing what Schiller ant, the heroes active in the Netherworld gradually beaming with joy, proud of the great feat they were about to accomplish.
Completing the Judge’s nine trials, sending a deceased person out of the Netherworld, back to the Mortal World.
It was an unprecedented feat, worthy of being sung in thousands of epics.
Sofia watched these heroes, thinking that they did not know their actions were being observed by herself and the Great Angel, they would not know that she and Schiller were looking down on them from a high position.
They also did not know what awaited Baird in the future.
These heroes were rely... driven by a collective subconscious, walking as if in a myth.
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No matter what trials the Judges of the Netherworld proposed, Baird and the other heroes perfectly managed them.
The seventh trial was to ta those souls who refused to accept their judgnt, the eighth trial was to climb the highest peak of the Netherworld and gather the Netherworld White Flowers from there...
Each Netherworld Judge claid these tasks to be impossible, yet no matter how arduous the trials they proposed, all hardships along the way were overco by Baird and the heroes, nothing could stop their strides.
And the ninth trial was to capture the three-headed dog guarding the entrance of the Netherworld, its three heads dark and greasy, intimidating every soul that stepped into the Netherworld.
For countless souls, this three-headed dog was the most fearso entity in the Netherworld, because it was an untamable wild beast, with brutality its only trait.
Baird and the heroes could not carry weapons or armor, they had to bare their arms to wrestle with the three-headed dog, undoubtedly a daunting task, but at this point, how could the heroes retreat, they were heroes, after all, those who gather on the Great Plain after death.
The heroes accepted this trial; they didn’t carry any weapons or armor, nearly naked, they went to capture the vicious dog.
At the mouth of the River of Death, the outermost periphery of the Netherworld, they crossed nurous souls and saw the three-headed dog.
It seed prepared, it raised its three heads and barked furiously at the heroes, opening its gaping mouth.
This beast, belonging to the Death God Nakbet, was unimaginably fierce, even Baird had never seen such a terrifying creature before, but the heroes bravely launched their attack, wave upon wave, the three-headed dog gradually unable to resist, it had never seen such a scene in all its years guarding the Netherworld.
Taking advantage of the dog’s fatigue from the battle, Baird took the lead, jumping onto the neck of the middle head, the other two heads unable to bite him, could only desperately shake, but Baird clamped his legs tightly around the dog’s neck, preventing it from throwing him off, and then raised his fists to pound its head repeatedly.
The heroes sweated profusely, blood splashed everywhere, Baird tightly clamped the dog’s neck, and under the continuous assault and the surrounding heroes’ attack, they finally brought the three-headed dog down, subduing the evil hound.
At this mont, the heroes celebrated, they bound the three-headed dog with ropes, and occasionally punched its three heads to ensure it wouldn’t awaken from unconsciousness.
They carried the three-headed dog, under the horrified looks of the many lost souls, crossed by boat the River of Death and the other five rivers of the Netherworld, stepping heavily, they arrived before the Palace of the Netherworld.
The Judges of the Netherworld were so astonished they couldn’t believe their eyes, even the King of the Netherworld Nakbet couldn’t help but take notice.
At this mont, all nine trials were completed, Baird’s determination to leave the Netherworld was clear for all to see, and the Netherworld Judges finally recognized that this hero among heroes was not rely fad in vain, his bravery, intelligence, courage, and leadership proved that he wasn’t just any ordinary subject of praise, he deserved the oldest of epics.
The only issue was...
Leaving the Netherworld was a bet between the Judges and the Great Angel, and Baird, from beginning to end, was never a gambler.
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