Chapter 103: I'm Searching for Balance in Hell (2)
“No… Once the communications hall has been built, they will manufacture a type of specialty talisman that can be pasted on the Yin spirit’s head when Emissaries of Hell are reaping souls. That way, the Yin spirits that arrive in Hell won’t be able to remember anything from their past lives.” Arthis continued placidly, “But rather than caring about the future, you might perhaps want to look at the issue before you right now.”
Qin Ye looked at the gathering of Yin spirits below with a throbbing headache. What do I do? What should I do now?
“There are a thousand things in Hell that are waiting to be done right now. All incoming Yin spirits must participate in the construction works of Hell. But fret not, as soon as these construction works are done, everyone will be duly rewarded for their labour and time.”
“Sigh…” Arthis sighed and sat up.
It was because the Yin spirits below hardly revealed any look of gratitude in their eyes at all. In fact, whenever their eyes met, he could see a look of disbelief undergirding their respective gazes.
“My lord.” Before he could finish speaking, the bespectacled middle-aged man stood up and asked respectfully, “Does every door leading to Hell need to be rebuilt?”
“... Then… What about the other officers? Are they not going to chip in?” The bespectacled middle-aged man revealed an ever more respectful smile, “I used to be a civil servant from East Garden City. So what you’re saying absolutely rings a bell in my heart.”
Although he had a wealth of life experiences under his belt, the gap between seeing and actually doing was nevertheless something that couldn’t be bridged so easily.
“So, there’s only you…” The burly man from earlier stood up with a menacing smile on his face, “Bloody hell! I’d still been worried about the six paths and the Eighteen Abysses and what-not. Screw it all!”
As the burly man spoke, over a hundred others immediately stood up together with the man. The gazes of the other Yin spirits gleamed brightly, but they were still somewhat hesitant.
“Perhaps we might even do better than him and get promoted even more quickly.” A youth with golden-dyed hair gazed at the palace hall with excitement as he rubbed his hands together with glee.
“What are we all still waiting for?!” The burly man with a menacing expression pointed at the palace hall and yelled, “Don’t you see? There’s nobody else in Hell right now! Take your seat, everybody! We are the fabled Anitya Hellguard of the Black and White that we often see on television! What are we afraid of?!!”
The entire scene immediately turned chaotic.
“You were too soft.” Arthis bent her beautiful, slender silicone legs and gently rubbed them against the roof rafters, “You have no grasp of the minds of these Yin spirits. But that’s fine. This is a situation that almost all Emissaries of Hell have gone through before.”
“This is considered a Yin spirit riot. This is still considered one that is relatively small-scaled. One on a larger scale would be considered a Yin spirit rebellion. And one that is yet on a larger scale than that is called a Yin spirit insurgency. There have only been two insurgencies and five rebellions across the entire history of Hell. Riots occur approximately once every hundred years. You can’t afford to rest on your laurels right now… after all, what you’re doing is seizing time from the Yin spirits right now. As soon as you’re unable to contain the riots, then… your time as a Yama-King would naturally have come to an end.”
Boom!!!
“Open up!! Let us in!!!” “There’s no one in there anyway! Why don’t you let us help you?!” “Open up! Release us! Aren’t you afraid we’ll report your abusive ways to your superiors?!!” “You’re irresponsible, and you’ve failed to satisfy our requests. You’ll be removed from office in no time!! Open up!”
“The disappearance of both fear and law have caused the tightrope of tension in their hearts to snap completely.” Qin Ye murmured and nodded his head thoughtfully, “I’ll remember this lesson.”
Qin Ye smiled faintly and snapped his finger. With a loud snap, the barrier of white light immediately vanished without a trace.
The screaming, shouting and clamoring quickly faded away into a pin drop silence. And then, everyone slowly began to retreat in fear.
The miserably pale blade was immolating with gloomy netherfire. He slapped on the table and leapt to the front of the partition railings.
“I’ve been far too… soft on you.”
Whoosh!! The effects now were vastly different from when he used it in the mortal realm. The casual sweep of his saber had caused the entire realm to echo with a soft buzzing sound, while countless Yin spirits were immediately drawn into the demonhead saber like a tsunami of Yin energy. A jet black blade light that was well over ten-meters tall had just shot out from Hell’s Gate and rushed straight towards the entrance of the palace hall.
At least one hundred Yin spirits had perished with that one single strike.
“Early on.” Qin Ye smiled as he walked out. Wherever he passed, the remaining Yin spirits would all give him a look of abject incredulity and disbelief, before turning their attention to the deep, dark, gaping hole in the ground. Their eyes widened, and they would gasp as they parted ways to make passage for him.
There was not a single peep of sound right now.
“Haven’t you always been saying that Yin spirits would retain the memories of their past life unless Emissaries of Hell escort them to Hell? But… aren’t I the only remaining Emissary of Hell in this place?” Qin Ye rested the saber on his shoulder and scanned the scene. Not a single Yin spirit dared to look him in the eye right now. Wherever his gaze went, the corresponding Yin spirits would immediately lower their eyes.
“Remember, Hell… is a realm of its own. You’ve established Hell, so you can naturally say that you’re the creator of an entire realm.”
“If you’re capable, you might even be able to wage divine war against the other netherworlds and subjugate all underworlds under your Hell. At that time, you might even become comparable with the true gods of legends, Jesus, or Pangu.”
Qin Ye nodded. He already understood everything.
The number of Yin spirits who bore each their own ways of thinking was only going to grow. If there comes a point where their numbers grew quicker than the rate at which Qin Ye could purge them, they might very well organize their own government. At that time, who would be considered the ruler of Hell?
“I’ve still got lots to learn, huh…” He slowly walked forward and made a grasping motion with his hand. The bespectacled man flew over and landed on his knees in front of Qin Ye.
Qin Ye laughed.
Fwoosh… The saber passed through the man’s body without any sign of resistance.
“Anyone else?” He slowly turned around and slowly swept his gaze across the entire crowd. Everyone, including the burly man with the menacing expression and the muscular man, had trembling lips at this moment.
“Whoever told you that you could haggle with an official of Hell?”
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