Chapter 511: Schiller's Death (Part 3)

"Beep—beep—beep—"

Sharp and harsh ringing sounded in his ears. Marc "zeng" sat up from the hospital bed. He breathed heavily, looking at the scene around him in a daze. Where is this?

He looked at the machine that made the sound. It was a heart rate monitor. Marc subconsciously stretched out his hand and touched his chest. His heart was still beating, and it was beating very steadily.

Looking around on the bed, Marc lifted the quilt and walked off the hospital bed. He saw some papers posted on the wall at the door, writing some text about medication time arrangements.

Just when Marc was trying to decipher some information from those texts, his door was suddenly knocked. He stood up vigilantly, turned his head, and saw a person who looked exactly like him standing outside the door.

That person had an indifferent expression and said impatiently, "What are you still doing here? Come with me!"

Marc didn't figure out what was going on, but that person rushed in, grabbed Marc's arm, and dragged him out. After being chased out of the door, Marc reacted. He pushed that person away and then made a defensive posture, asking, "Who are you?"

That person turned around, looked Marc up and down, and still said indifferently, "I am Jake, your other personality. When you fainted and had no consciousness, I was the one controlling the body."

He answered too clearly, so that Marc was stunned. He looked at himself, then looked at Jake, and then said, "So I really have multiple personality disorder?"

"But where is this? How did we come here? What happened before?"

"Come with me." Jake walked to the other side of the corridor without looking back, explaining while walking, "Just now, I died."

His first sentence made Marc feel incomparably shocked. Marc caught up with him and asked while walking, "Died? You mean this is hell??"

"Almost, they call this the Underworld."

"How is this possible, what kind of joke are you making?!"

But just at this time, they came to the end of the corridor. Jake pushed open the door at the end, and a huge monster with a hippopotamus head and human body appeared outside the door.

The hippo was about to open her mouth, but Jake grabbed the front of her and said, "I know, I'm already dead now. This is the Underworld Duat, you are the protector of women and children, Taweret. Please move aside."

The hand the hippo used to greet froze in mid-air, but just at this time, she suddenly exclaimed. Instantly, the scene shattered. Marc found that they were currently on a boat, and there was another person on the boat, and that was Schiller.

Schiller was lying on the side of the boat, wanting to fish things from under the boat. The hippo ran over hurriedly, grabbed his collar, and pulled him up. The hippo was a bit angry and said, "What are you doing! I already said, you can't reach your hand out!"

Marc, who was standing behind Jake, asked suspiciously, "Schiller?... Wait, are you Schiller? Why are you so young?"

The Schiller in front of Marc was still too young, looking like he might not even be 20 years old, a world of difference from the Schiller he had seen in reality, and his temperament was also very different.

At least for now, this Schiller, who was grabbed by the back collar by the big hippo, looked like a bear child who didn't follow boat safety regulations no matter how you looked at him.

Soon, Marc found that his view was correct, because he heard the big hippo say in a shrill tone:

"For thousands of years, I have received countless souls who wanted to go to the other shore. I have never seen a person like you!"

"You refuse to stay in the spiritual world to have your last dream, you have to come to the boat in advance, and then you used your broken umbrella to knock down the lamp post here, causing this place to almost catch fire!"

"I was busy picking up two other people, and you actually wanted to jump into the river to fish! Are you crazy? I said how many times, this is the Underworld! This boat is a boat sending you to the other shore. You can't touch anything under the boat. Put your umbrella away!"

Schiller stared at the hippo, the hippo stared at Schiller, the two stared at each other for a long time, Schiller turned his head, "chi" sound, and then put the umbrella away.

The hippo sighed heavily, then turned to look at Jake and Marc. She walked over and said, "You two are twins, right? It's really strange, there are so many believers dying at the same time today..."

"Bang!"

The hippo turned her head quickly, seeing Schiller use that umbrella like playing bowling, knocking the skull that emerged under the boat away. She snorted with her nose, walked to Schiller's side in a huff, and pulled him back.

She let out a deep sigh, put her hands on her hips, stared at Schiller, then stretched out a finger, pointed hard at her feet, and said, "Stand there and don't move! I'm going to tell the newcomers the rules!"

After finishing, she turned slowly, "whoosh" turned her head back again, saw Schiller didn't move, and then turned her body back again, then turned her head, pointed at her eyes with two fingers, and then pointed at Schiller, meaning "I will watch you."

Seeing Schiller standing honestly in place, the hippo breathed a sigh of relief. She walked toward Marc and Jake again and said, "It seems that the god you believe in has already explained to you what happened after you died..."

"As you know, this is the Underworld. All believers who believe in the Egyptian pantheon have the opportunity to be resurrected. You can understand it as a kind of welfare..."

"When our believers die, they don't die directly. Their souls will board this boat, go through judgment here. If they pass the judgment, you can be resurrected, but if you don't pass..."

That big hippo shrugged humanely and pouted toward the sand sea full of skulls outside the boat. Marc's eyes widened, looking at the hippo and asking, "You don't mean to say, if we don't pass the judgment, you will throw us down??"

The hippo nodded. At this time, she found that Marc's expression became somewhat panicked, and she comforted, "Don't worry, the probability of passing is still very high. I believe you should not have done anything bad..."

But suddenly, the hippo found that Marc's expression became more and more panicked, and his eyes kept staring straight at her back. The hippo suddenly had a bad premonition.

She turned her head slowly, and then saw countless Schillers appearing beside Schiller, who was standing in place.

The hippo held her face with her hands and let out a scream. She said, "No! No! My God, what is this? Where did you come from? Get out of here..."

Marc watched with his own eyes as those Schillers who appeared on the boat walked in an orderly manner to various parts of the boat. Two rows of Schillers came to the side of the boat to operate the oars, one Schiller walked to the vicinity of the rudder, two Schillers pulled the mast, and one stood at the bow to start looking out...

The god with the hippo head ran around among these figures, trying to stop them, but she was really unable to do anything. She stopped the Schiller on this side, and the Schiller on that side rushed over. Not long after, this boat was full of Schillers.

Marc was shocked by this incomparably eerie scene and couldn't speak. Finally, he could only look at Jake and ask, "What exactly is going on?"

"Before, this person named Schiller knocked you out, and then called me out. In the gap between us fighting side by side, he told me a plan. I think it's quite interesting, so I participated."

"Plan? What plan?"

"It's a bit complicated, let him tell you." Jake stepped aside, and appearing behind him was a Schiller wearing a white coat.

"Hello, Marc, long time no see. I know, you have many questions now, but we can talk slowly, because this boat is going to the destination I want to go to, and it might take a while."

Accompanied by Schiller's words falling, Marc saw that this boat, under the control of many Schillers, began to deviate from the original route, and even turned 180 degrees in place, starting to drive back.

That hippo sat on the ground and cried in collapse. A Schiller fed her grass in his hand. The hippo cried while eating, and her big mouth was full of a mixture of grass scraps and tears.

"As the Pope of the respected Moon God Khonshu, I once listened to his teachings seriously. He once said that as a believer in the Egyptian pantheon, one can have the opportunity to be resurrected."

"Believers in the Egyptian pantheon will board a boat after death. On the boat, there will be a guide who will take out the believer's heart and place it on a scale. It is this..."

Schiller took a scale from another Schiller's hand. One end of the scale was placed with a feather. Schiller pointed to the feather and said, "If you put the believer's heart on the other end of the scale, but the heart is heavier than the feather, then it means this believer is a sinner. He will be thrown under the boat and drowned and eaten by endless skulls."

"And if the heart is lighter than the feather, then it's the opposite. They can go to the Reed Field and get the opportunity to be reborn."

"Through some means, I know that death in this world is not as simple as it looks. There is a higher-level rule shackling all creatures in the universe, making them go to an end after death. Therefore, I am curious about this rule of the Egyptian pantheon. What exactly is it that allows the Egyptian pantheon to break this rule, thereby making the dead resurrect?"

"I think you should have noticed that there are many interesting points in this process."

"I make an assumption. If the Egyptian pantheon can really break that rule of death and directly resurrect the dead, then why set up processes like boarding the boat, driving the boat, and judgment? Just resurrect people directly, wouldn't that be fine?"

"So, I think this process of rowing and judgment should be the key."

"So you occupied this boat???" Marc asked loudly in disbelief: "Are you crazy?! You... how can you..."

Marc simply couldn't evaluate this behavior, but Schiller didn't care about his attitude at all, but continued:

"And another point that interests me more is, just like what you just experienced, before boarding the boat, you will first enter a spiritual world, that is to say, you will have a dream."

"Then..." Schiller looked around at the environment here, looked at the mysterious and constantly changing sky scene, and then said: "Is this really the Underworld that exists in reality? Or rather..."

Marc saw with horror that when Schiller said this sentence, all the Schillers turned their heads to look here.

"This is still a dream, and this boat can carry our souls, from the dream... into reality?" ===== CHAPTER 512 =====