## Chapter 1741 – Chronicles of a Black-Haired Foreigner – The Life of a Transcendent Being
That’s exactly what I think.
I’ve also pondered about something akin to heaven. My conclusion is that there’s no need to create one. There’s simply no reason to bother making a heaven.
Hell, of course, needs to be made, but heaven is unnecessary. What would you even do with it? No need, none at all.
“Indeed, that poses a problem. Life after death… it could be considered a contradiction.”
“Right?”
“Then, is the annihilation of the soul the only true death?”
Khadia is also contemplating seriously.
“Pretty much.”
But the thing is, we can’t even know what happens to the soul itself. If the soul disappears, it feels like there should be some trace left, but it’s too clean. If it goes somewhere, there should also be some trace, but it’s too clean.
For example, water doesn’t disappear when it evaporates. The evaporated water becomes vapor and rises into the sky. It leaves a trace.
Warping is the same. Mana, open passages, all leave traces. But the soul just vanishes suddenly.
“But we can’t even be sure about the annihilation of the soul. Sigh. I’m uneasy. Come here and hug me quickly.”
“Like this?”
“Ah.”
I lifted Khadia, who was sitting in her office chair, into a princess carry. Khadia’s face immediately turned red. Then, she smiled.
— Squeak.
Not only that, but she also reached out and grabbed my face with both hands. A natural progression. I slowly lowered my head and enjoyed a kiss with Khadia.
“Ugh, ugh… mmm.”
I never get tired of it, no matter how many times we do it.
“I suddenly feel at peace again. This must be what life is.”
Khadia smiled brightly, all worries and concerns gone with a single kiss.
“Anyway, according to what I learned on Earth, the universe is over ten billion years old, right?”
“Yeah. The Big Bang or whatever happened, and the universe was created. That theory seems to be the most popular.”
I don’t know the details either.
“To live for less than a hundred years in such an infinite space and then return to nothingness… I can’t help but think about it.”
What’s with her suddenly being so sentimental?
It’s a very adolescent thought for Khadia.
“Hey, Khadia, are you going through a late adolescence or something?”
“What adolescence are you talking about?”
“People often think about that kind of thing during adolescence.”
“Hmph, does that mean this holy maiden looks young enough to be going through adolescence? How lewd.”
“I didn’t expect you to take it like that. Well, Khadia, some people think the universe itself originated from nothingness. If you think about it that way, the annihilation of the soul is just a natural cycle of returning from nothing to nothing.”
“…I see.”
Khadia seemed to want to seriously consider this issue, stroking her lips and falling into thought. Why is she suddenly having these thoughts? It’s so adorable, I can’t help but want to tease her.
“In addition, what does our Heavenly Demon think?”
“Honestly, I don’t think about it at all. I don’t have the slightest interest.”
I have no interest in the birth of the universe, nothingness, or cycles.
“I’m only interested in protecting and governing my world, my own growth, and my family. What’s the point of thinking about that stuff? There’s no immediate answer anyway.”
I think about it sometimes, but what’s the point of knowing what happened ten billion years ago? I do think about the soul, but that’s because the soul belongs to my world, so I care about it.
“Hmph, as expected, a man who is faithful to the present. Well, you certainly don’t need to think deeply about such things. But aren’t you thinking about this? If the soul doesn’t disappear but goes somewhere, what will be there?”
“I do think about that much.”
So, something like a higher dimension. A soul that leaves this world goes to another, higher dimension and has an amazing experience. If that’s the case, there must be an entity that manages that place.
It’s possible, but I’ve never seen it.
“But it’s not important. What am I going to do by worrying about that? I’m just going to keep sending souls to the afterlife as I do now. That’s enough. Honestly, isn’t it better to rest in peace forever than to go to some heaven?”
“That’s true too.”
In that way, I talked with Khadia about the soul and the afterlife.
* * *
“Katt-nim! Here’s the list of deaths for this month!”
“Oh, another death? How many?”
“Seven people died!”
Hilde bounced over and handed me the document.
It was a list of the identities of the criminals who died in prison.
“Good work, Hilde.”
“It’s nothing. I just had to print it out. Anyway, are you going to ‘transfer’ them all?”
“I have to. I have to do this at least once a month.”
The inhumane sugarcane field, a prison existing in the real world.
This was a penal institution designed to torment heinous criminals, a space where inmates were forced to perform high-intensity labor every day.
Of course, there are deaths. Every month, in fact. It’s inevitable. No one starves to death, but some people die from overwork.
I don’t particularly plan to provide welfare, but it’s good to lower the mortality rate. Serving time in a real-world prison means that there’s still money to be paid to the victim.
If they die, there’s no way to get the money. They have to pay all the compensation before they die.
“Let’s see.”
— Flap.
I roughly flipped through the lists of identities, identifying the characteristics and divinity of the guys and imprinting them in my head. Now I have to go in and find them.
“Hilde, want to come with me?”
“Katt-nim! What a silly question! Once I’m here, I’m always with you!”
“Hehe, that’s right. But where’s Hilda? What’s she doing?”
“I think she went out to play with Zvel, Lair, Rika, and Isha!”
“Oh, the five of them went out? Well, those five get along well.”
Nick is just a loner, so he spends a lot of time at home on the computer. Kaina is also a solo type. Shuka is also focused on creating alone.
Dielle gets along well with Rika, but she must have stayed home this time.
“Maybe I’ll go bother Nick when I’m done.”
“No, Katt-nim. Please take care of Nick. He’s your only son, aren’t you being too hard on him!”
“What are you talking about, you sound like Winia. When have I ever bothered him?”
“The fact that Dad keeps visiting his son’s room is harassment! Don’t bother my son, Katt-nim!”
“He’s Winia’s son, isn’t he?”
“He’s also my son. All children feel like second children to me. We also feel like second mothers.”
I’m so proud that I created this family!
“Kuh…! That’s right! Hilde! That’s right! You’re so admirable, Hilde!”
“It’s just natural for us. Let’s go, Katt-nim.”
“Okay. Let’s go.”
— Whoosh.
I immediately opened a portal to the afterlife and entered with Hilde.
“Heavenly Demon Divine Art Soul Search.”
— Flash!
As soon as I entered, I sorted out the group of souls that had arrived in the last month, and based on the information in my head, I searched for the deceased within them. It’s a difficult task, but it’s fun to do. If you keep doing difficult things, your skills will improve.
“Found them.”
I succeeded in finding the criminals who died in prison.
“Are those them?”
“Yeah. These are the ones.”
“It’s hard to tell them apart from ordinary people when you only look at their souls.”
Currently, these seven souls have no consciousness or ego. So their forms are also unclear. I can distinguish individuals, but it’s impossible to imagine that they’re human.
If I give them a little stimulation.
— Rumble…!
The souls began to tremble and change into their former appearances. Of course, even though it’s their former appearance, they’re still in a translucent soul state. Soon, they will regain their memories of their past lives and their egos will awaken.
“Katt-nim! Transfer them to hell quickly!”
“Hehehe, this is the most fun moment.”
They died before completing their sentences. That means they still have time to serve. So they have to serve the rest of their sentences in hell in their soul state.
Their sentences were determined by the verdict issued in the name of the new Heavenly Demon, Kim Katt. Even if they die, they can’t escape.
They have to serve all the prescribed sentences, no matter what.
— Whoosh.
I immediately opened a door to the sugarcane hell, a hell that exists to fulfill the remaining sentences of the deceased, and dumped the souls inside.
Now they will cultivate sugarcane meaninglessly in a space with intense sunlight, fulfilling their remaining sentences.
After completing their sentences, it will be decided whether they will be sent to a new hell depending on the severity of their crimes, or whether they will lose consciousness again and go to the afterlife. The guys who died this time didn’t need to go to a separate hell. I’ll send them back to the afterlife after they finish their sentences.
“Hehehe, from their perspective, it’s the same as suddenly losing consciousness and opening their eyes to find themselves in hell. It’s fun to imagine how surprised they’ll be. ‘Huh?! There really was a hell?! I’m a soul?!’ They’ll probably be like that!”
“Hehehe, that’s definitely what will happen. They have no consciousness after they die. If they don’t realize they’re dead, it’ll feel like they suddenly teleported, right?”
“Exactly!”
— Squeak.
I looked down at the sugarcane hell.
— …
— …
— …
Translucent souls were moving sluggishly, harvesting sugarcane. When they harvest the sugarcane and move it to a specific point, the harvest disappears and the cut sugarcane is restored.
A series of meaningless tasks, literally.
They will continue to perform this meaningless labor here, fulfilling their sentences.
“Still, there’s something cute about it, watching it makes me feel at peace.”
“I know. It’s addictive.”
Watching the souls of hell moving in a cute way makes me feel purified and at peace. Is this what they call white noise?
