Chapter 906: Release
Chapter 906: Release
"It's me."
In response to the Third-generation Director's question, the six Dead Realm Lords in the sky, as if they were one, nodded in perfect unison. They then bowed slightly towards the Third-generation Director and spoke in a calm, almost emotionless tone:
"I never imagined that after so much time, you would still remember me."
"What's so hard about remembering you?"
The Old Man rolled his eyes at this.
"I'm just dead, not senile... But didn't you jump off the cliff? How are you back, and how did one become six?"
"You have me to thank for that."
The Engraver, holding a small knife, replied expressionlessly:
"You spared me out of respect for the First Dead, but you also placed a restriction on my soul, preventing me from ever stepping into the mundane world again. I was forced to remain in this boring world, forever serving humanity.
I couldn't bear the thought of an endless torment, so I chose to jump off Terminus Cliff, wanting to end it all and put an end to that monotonous life that drove me mad.
But I never imagined that the restriction you left would be so much stronger than I thought. Even after my soul was shattered by Terminus Cliff, the remnants at the bottom of the cliff couldn't return to the mundane world. Instead, they were forcefully confined to the Dead Realm, scattered across the authorities I once held.
And when the six authorities of death I once possessed were inherited by later new deceased, my will was divided into six, merging with the deceased who inherited my authority. Now, I am both the Hexa-faced Stag and the six Dead Realm Lords who inherited its will."
"Ah... I think I understand now."
Ignoring the hateful glares from the six Dead Realm Lords, the Old Man scratched his square head and nodded in understanding. Then, with great interest, he analyzed:
"I should've realized this earlier. These six Death Lords have indeed inherited a part of your authority. Let me see...
The Faceless Man's Black and White Bridge is likely your 'Reflecting Face', reflecting the memories of the deceased; the Master of Masks' Undertaker's Hallway is probably 'Gathering Face', related to the funeral rites; and the Raven-Eyed Granny is probably 'Leading Face', responsible for guiding the deceased.
As for the remaining 'Carving', 'Washing', and 'Recording' faces, they correspond to the Record of Life and Death, Unclean Spring Washes Sins, and Signboard of Career and Obstruction... Although they've changed significantly from your original abilities, if you examine them closely, they are indeed derived from your past powers.
Hmm... Hexa-faced Stag, no wonder... Ahaha!"
After analyzing the situation of the six Dead Realm Lords, the Old Man continued to stir his large pot while chuckling:
"Now I understand why the Dead Realm has been so restless, even causing the death of the First Dead. It turns out you were behind it all... So, what are your plans? Are you here to seek revenge for the past?"
"..."
In response to the Old Man's question, the six Dead Realm Lords—or rather, the Hexa-faced Stag divided into six—remained silent for a moment. Then, in unison, they fixed their gazes downward at the Third-generation Director, each speaking in their distinct voices:
"What if I say yes?"
"Then I'll die."
"?!?!?!"
As everyone watched in shock, the Old Man stopped stirring the abnormal object forming in his pot, looking helpless as he spread his hands.
"You're not just powerful now; I've been dead for who knows how many years, and all that's left is a lingering Remnant. What else can I do but wait for death?"
"GenSan!"
At this moment, the Taurus Director, who was treating his hands on the side, couldn't help but speak up:
"You don't need to say that! We'll fight alongside you today, even if it means..."
"No need to fight. There's nothing we can do.
After interrupting Taurus Director, the Third-Generation Old Man pointed upwards and sighed, "These things have become quite powerful. Looking at them now, they must have consumed the First Dead's remains, absorbing the essence accumulated in the Death Realm over the years. Their strength is probably even greater than that of the First Dead at their peak."
"Against such troublesome opponents, even if I were in my prime, winning would be a tough battle. What chance do you greenhorns, old-timers, and invalids have against this thing? It's best to stay put and not take any risks!"
"..."
Looking up at the silent six-faced stag above, they realized that the Third-Generation Director's assessment was likely accurate. Taurus Director's heart clenched, but she gritted her teeth and said, "But we have no other choice now! It's our sworn enemy! So..."
"Even sworn enemies can be negotiated with; it's not necessary to fight, at least not immediately."
The Old Man patted Taurus Director's shoulder, signaling her to remain calm. Squinting at the six-faced stag above, he pointedly asked, "So, what do you think? Do you want to come down and seek revenge, or do you want to take a look at the Mundane Realm first?"
"Third-Generation Director?!!!"
Upon hearing the Director's words, the purifiers couldn't help but gasp.
The Death Realm Overlords themselves were the embodiment of death authority. No matter how they restrained their power, it would undoubtedly bring massive death. Given the current situation of the six-faced stag, if they let it enter the Mundane Realm, the number of deaths would be unimaginable!
"Don't forget, this is the Death Realm, their home turf."
Facing the directors and bureau chiefs' angry gazes, the Third-Generation Director spread his hands and pointed at the six-faced stag above, his expression filled with helplessness as he reminded them, "This thing has devoured all the Death Realm Overlords except itself. It now controls at least ninety percent of the death authority, equivalent to six Pillar Gods at their peak, and its foundation is incredibly robust. It fears no consumption and can even infinitely regenerate.
While you can theoretically fight it, as long as it remains in the Death Realm, you can only stall and never win. There's absolutely no chance of victory. But if it goes to the Mundane Realm, it's like a fish out of water, immediately losing the support of the Death Realm's rules.
Moreover, the sun and the living in the Mundane Realm will significantly weaken its power. Once you return to the Mundane Realm, you'll receive blessings from the Star Palaces, turning the tables. Killing it will become much easier.
So, I say it's better to let it roam the Mundane Realm than to fight it here."
"But that..."
"But people will die, and many will perish. What other choice do you have?"
The Old Man continued stirring the contents of the pot as he calmly replied, "If we don't let it go to the Mundane Realm, all of us, including me, will die. No one will be left. Without the protection of the Purge Bureau, given the situation in the Mundane Realm, even if you manage to win by some miracle, the survivors will have a harder time than the dead.
But if we let it go to the Mundane Realm, although many will die, and in the worst-case scenario, the population may even be halved, you will survive. You can then turn the tables and eliminate it. As for those who die..."
At this point, the Third-Generation Director paused briefly before continuing expressionlessly, "There will always be new humans born, right?"
(End of Chapter)
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