Chapter 886: Starry Splendor (28)

As mentioned before, Schiller liked to wind his plans into a ball of yarn, within which many branches would split off, and the branches would wind with other branches into more complex yarn, mutually causal and echoing from beginning to end.

Although the entire plan looked linear, in reality, it was already like a city map full of subway lines, completely turned into a messy surface.

However, even the messiest line has a beginning and an end. Perhaps many people still remember that Schiller's initial search for Death was because he wanted a Valhalla of his own.

Although this was mixed with too many incomparably complex branch plans, Schiller had always been a person who did not forget his original intention.

From following Moon Knight onto the boat of the underworld galloping on the River Styx, to the path of resistance against the dog-planner for rolling back the server and not giving benefits.

Along the way, perhaps many people had already forgotten, but Schiller had never forgotten his dream of owning a Valhalla.

Now, he had walked to a position close to the end on this road of yarn. Although there were more yarns in his brain, he knew it was time to realize his final goal.

To this end, he first used the tug-of-war with Eternity to draw Eternity's attention to Death, secretly reminded Eternity of Death's non-compliant operations, and reported Death for violating the rules and cheating on votes through resurrection.

Then, he used the high-profile trading of resurrection quotas to force Death to take the initiative to contact him. And Death couldn't contact him by phone, so naturally, she would look for her tool. And Death only had one most famous tool, which was Thanos.

Setting a trap to plot against Thanos, and then using Eternity's hand to teach Thanos a lesson, at the same time, he could also use his actions to send a signal to Death.

Precisely because Schiller knew that these rule-like existences could directly see the timeline, this meant they could directly see all of Schiller's plans.

Why Eternity let Schiller go so readily was because when he stood on the river of time and looked back, the moment he saw that ball of yarn, he knew that not arguing with a madman was a basic quality of being a person, and the same was true for being a god.

What kind of person would design such an incomparably complex plan, with countless branches, each line connecting from beginning to end and echoing each other, and really have the ability to turn it into reality step by step?

The answer is only one: a madman.

Standing on a node of the river of time, Eternity saw the terrible arrogance unique to humans in Schiller. In this world, there was actually someone who did not respect any great thing in this world.

Ignoring all eternal rules, not afraid of being trapped in Death's quicksand, but actively embracing madness, viewing all things as means for him to achieve a certain goal, including those gods who claimed to be arrogant.

This is Schiller's arrogance, and also humanity's arrogance.

What supports humanity in walking out of the wilderness, conquering nature, developing society, and establishing civilization is not the humility and modesty praised as beautiful qualities, but the vicious arrogance and greed.

After Eternity discovered this, he only did one thing, which was to stick a sign on the gate of his Eternal Temple, on which was written "Schiller and Shit Not Allowed In".

And after Death discovered this, she sighed deeply, then descended directly in front of Schiller and asked him: "What do you want to do?"

Schiller smiled, then took out a plan, and Death hesitantly took it and read the title on it:

"Pan-Human Civilization Circle Pantheon Equivalent Department Joint Resurrection Office, and Heaven Construction Plan."

"Heaven Construction Plan??!

"Sitting in front of the desk, Peter raised his tone and said: "Is Heaven constructed? I mean... is Heaven only being constructed now? Uh, no... Heaven should have... but..."

Peter had too many questions, so much so that he didn't know what to ask for a moment. Schiller said very patiently: "It doesn't matter, we have plenty of time, I can explain it to you slowly."

"Generally speaking, I went to various pantheons and told them that I have a way to communicate with Death, or rather, I was the one who brought Death, but they couldn't see her."

"As a middleman, I introduced them to contact Death, thereby signing new resurrection contracts. But there is one condition, which is that in the future, all resurrection business for pantheons and equivalent forces in the pan-human civilization circle will be concentrated together."

"You can understand it as: before, they were different shops on a commercial street, everyone's shop was their own, but now, they are different departments of one company."

"With Death taking action, a new building is established. All resurrection business set up by all pantheons and equivalent levels is concentrated in this building to be handled, and the original management personnel of each are all turned into company employees."

"So, on the way here, you saw buildings of various styles. Basically, all the Valhallas of all pantheons in the single universe have moved here."

Peter nodded thoughtfully and said: "I understand. Originally, everyone had their own company, and the company had a department specializing in resurrection business. But because the policy changed, the performance of all departments specializing in resurrection business was declining."

"So, they united and proposed negotiations to the policy-maker. As long as all companies merge this department, after the business volume goes up, there will be room for negotiation, is that it?"

"Exactly." Schiller nodded with satisfaction. Talking to smart people is very simple. Peter understood everything himself, but he still continued to explain:

"As a middleman, I proposed to all pantheons that only by uniting can everyone have the capital to negotiate with Death. At the same time, Death also has the capital to negotiate with her superiors."

"Cheating on votes before was my fault, but now it's already like this. All pantheons in the entire single universe, whether benefiting or suffering, have united to protest. Death naturally has a reason to report upward."

"And Death's superiors, seeing this situation, cannot kill everyone with one blow. The best solution is for everyone to take a step back. As long as basic stability can be maintained, resurrection quotas and resurrection methods are negotiable."

"After long tug-of-war negotiations, we have what you just saw: a real joint Heaven established by gods, specializing in resurrection business, and occasionally used as a place for exchanges between various pantheons."

"These pantheons can get more resurrection quotas and more relaxed resurrection methods. Death doesn't need to sign contracts with them one by one, nor does she need to worry about all previous investments going down the drain because the company goes bankrupt. Eternity gained stability, repaired the relationship with Death, and at the same time won the hearts of the people. All three parties are happy."

Schiller smiled and said: "And I, I believe you have also discovered that in the whole process, I was selfless and didn't want any reward at all. You know, I am just such a person..."

Peter couldn't listen anymore. He turned to look at the form on the table and said: "I'm done filling it out, Doctor. Where to next?"

Schiller, who was a bit immersed in memories, suddenly reacted and said: "Oh, Your Goddess, please sign and stamp. I'll take him to collect some daily necessities. After all, the few humans who came to report recently won't be resurrected in the short term. They have to stay here for a period of time, so daily necessities must be collected."

The Hippo Goddess nodded, took out a large seal, stamped it on the form with a "Ka" sound, and then signed her name, saying: "Turn left at the right side of the door, go to the Daily Supplies Department for the item list."

Schiller took the form, led Peter through the passage on the right side of the door, turned left, and arrived in another office. The Moon God Khonshu, with a skull falcon head, was boredly fiddling with his staff.

"Hello, Your Moon God, I'm bringing the new angel to collect daily necessities." Schiller placed the list on Khonshu's desk.

Khonshu's skull didn't move at all. With a "Ka-da" sound from his upper and lower jaws, a seal appeared on the form out of thin air.

Then he slowly reached out, took a list full of item names from the drawer below, tapped the bottom of the list with his staff, and continued to lower his head to play with the staff.

Schiller didn't care at all, took the report form and the item list, and continued to lead Peter to the warehouse. Arriving at the warehouse, Peter saw a person dressed strangely standing at the warehouse door.

He wore a robe embroidered with various strange patterns, held a jade tablet in his hand, and wore a hair crown and hairpins on his hair. According to Peter's understanding, this should be an Eastern style.

Schiller walked up, and the person opposite spoke. Peter found that he was indeed speaking Chinese. Although Peter basically couldn't understand this language, here, what was used for communication wasn't entirely language, but also soul fluctuations, so Peter could still understand his meaning.

"Hello, I'm bringing a newcomer to collect supplies. By the way, were the materials Dr. Dora wanted last time sent over?" Schiller asked.

The person in the robe opposite said: "Hello, those professional books were just sent over. They were brought over by Lord Wheel-Turning King through the Six Paths of Reincarnation channel. It's just that they haven't been put into storage yet, and it's estimated they can only be collected tomorrow."

"Alright, then I'll collect the daily supplies first," Schiller said with a smile. The person opposite smiled and reached out inside, saying: "Go forward to the second row of shelves after entering the door. There are halos on the shelf on the right. Oh, by the way, definitely remember it's the shelf on the right. The halos on that one are the ones worn on top of the head."

"Last time, a careless ghost came in and took the Buddhist backlight as a halo for the head, and was almost kicked out by the Buddhas. Make sure not to take the wrong one."

Schiller nodded, beckoned to Peter, and the two entered the warehouse.

The scene here opened Peter's eyes even more. Various religious items, cultural items with regional characteristics, books and materials, weapons, and even daily necessities for clothing, food, housing, and transportation were all placed on shelves reaching the ceiling.

Schiller introduced: "Because the organization was a bit rushed, the departments of various pantheons specializing in resurrection business moved in a bit of a sloppy way. Now everything is piled up here."

"At the very beginning, we couldn't tell whose soul was whose. Later, a system like this was derived. Each soul carries its own identifier. You are using my resurrection quota, so you wear a halo on your head..."

"Uh, I was just about to ask this," Peter scratched his head and said: "Why is it a halo?"

"Because angels all wear halos," Schiller said as a matter of course.

"But, as far as I know, angels with halos on their heads mostly appear in paintings. That halo actually originated from the Sun God Ra of the Egyptian Pantheon, representing light and beauty. Shouldn't the one representing Protestantism be a cross?"

"Don't worry about these details," Schiller walked to the shelf, picked up a halo from it, and put it on Peter's head.

Peter touched the halo on his head and said: "My aunt told me all this. When I went to worship, I heard the pastor in the church say that people who distort the doctrine cannot go to Heaven..."

Schiller stood behind Peter, helping Peter adjust the position of the halo on his head, and said: "But haven't you already gone to Heaven?"

"I'm just curious about this point. Isn't it said that only the righteous recognized by God can go to Heaven? Has God recognized me?"

"I have recognized you, so you can go to Heaven."

"But why..."

"Because, the Lord doesn't care." ===== CHAPTER 887 =====