The townsfolk of the afterlife town had all dispersed.
Though the "deceased" could hardly believe this outco, it had indeed occurred.
Their leader, Oren, had publicly confessed to his cris, proclaiming to all who believed in him that he had deceived them.
It was an unprecedented blow.
How desperately these "deceased" had wished for Oren to deny the words of the Netherworld Judge.
If that were the case, they would have united to defend Oren, to confront the Netherworld Judge.
But nothing had gone as they wished.
The "deceased" had placed all their hopes in Oren, even seeing him as part of themselves, only to end up with such a result.
If even such a defiant person as Oren could be brought down by the Netherworld Judge... what about them?
Reflecting on their lives, perhaps they should have stayed at the Sighing Plain?
The society that Oren and Veldor had organized thus disbanded, the united hearts of the people shattered, and the majority of the "deceased" returned to their original places, back to life in the Netherworld.
Veldor, in a panic, tried to retain the crowd, but few listened to him, the morale had collapsed, and the current situation was even worse than before the rebellion.
The rebellion had ended, and the afterlife town had returned to its original, rigid calm, the society now existed in na only.
"This is simply a farce..."
Back at his residence, Veldor clutched his head and groaned in agony.
He too was greatly shocked; the defenses of his mind, which he had thought impregnable, had also collapsed, and he, just like the others, couldn’t help but doubt himself.
The establishnt of the society had been so grand, people had revered Oren as a divine being, and even he himself had unwittingly respected him, but it had ended in such a theatrical manner.
"Veldor, I told you long ago, you would never succeed."
Gomu had appeared before Veldor at so point,
"May you find solace from the Lord."
This blessing did not comfort Veldor; instead, it made the dwarf feel as though Gomu was rubbing salt in his wounds, but he had no retort and could only hold in his frustration.
After a while, Veldor exhaled a turbid breath,
"Are we really... dead?"
"Isn’t that obvious?"
Gomu replied.
"No... no... There must be so mistake, there has to be so mistake. We are True Believers, after we die, we shouldn’t go to the Netherworld, but to Heaven or Hell."
Veldor struggled to argue, he could never accept the "fact" that his death would lead him to the Netherworld.
"Eventually, you’ll end up there anyway, why the rush?"
Gomu shrugged.
Veldor didn’t know what to say; for a mont, he fell silent, Gomu’s words weren’t without reason.
It was ti to give up...
In the end... one would go to Heaven or Hell, one just needed... to wait so ti.
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Above the Sea of Souls.
"How will Xilan quell this battle?"
The Fairy Queen Sofia couldn’t help asking,
"Can a re mortal contend with the gods?"
Upon hearing Sofia’s words, Schiller asked:
"Are you curious?"
Sofia unashadly replied:
"Of course, I’m curious.
I believe that no matter how much power a mortal gains, they are still just a mortal.
If you say a mortal has put a god at a disadvantage, there are examples in mythology, but to contend with hundreds of gods led by the Dream God... I can’t imagine what advantage he would have."
Sofia’s statent reached Schiller’s ears.
Then, the Fairy Queen looked towards her creator, as if seeking an answer from him.
However, she saw only Schiller shaking his head.
"I don’t know either."
Schiller spoke slowly,
"I only know that if he cannot fulfill his mission, then God will be disappointed."
Upon hearing this ambiguous response, Sofia stated directly,
"You seem to lack faith in Xilan too."
Schiller said coldly:
"Who would have faith in a re mortal?
Personally, I prefer that Xilan fails his mission."
Sofia was taken aback, unable to believe that Schiller, a Great Angel, would say such a thing.
"Why would you say that?"
Schiller’s gaze fell upon the earth, not noticing Sofia’s expression, as he puffed on a cigarette, speaking steadily:
"You don’t know what I have seen.
I have watched the earliest of humankind deceive themselves, determinedly venturing into what they call the new world, even if it ant ascending, they fell into sin.
Sofia, I have thoroughly recognized the imperfection of mankind through this; they are full of flaws, and even if they strive to nd them, they may ultimately succumb to corruption.
And this type of corruption often masquerades in the na of justice, fairness, and truth, which is the most detestable."
At this point, Sofia couldn’t help but shiver.
The Fairy Queen knew that in Schiller’s eyes, she was also part of mankind.
And even with the passage of ti, Schiller had never changed, the Great Angel still believed that mankind was exceedingly prone to corruption.
Watching the so cold and cruel Schiller, Sofia interrupted,
"Human beings are naturally imperfect, but if you say they are full of flaws... don’t say that...
Rember, God once sacrificed for these imperfect humans."
These words struck Schiller like a bolt of lightning, the Great Angel was montarily taken aback, mouth slightly open, seemingly at a loss for words, he just stood there, stunned for a good while.
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