Chapter 851: with translation of chapter title

NO．220：Corpse Party

"Death" is a state that can be seen everywhere; in textbooks from two thousand years ago, it was described as the end of all life.

But two thousand years later, the concept of death as an endpoint once became vague and blurred, losing its gravity and solemnity, to the point of being more like an adjective.

It was once like that.

In other words, eventually someone would step forward to defend the traditional and necessary status of 'death'.

Thus the Rebirth Restriction Act came into being.

Not everyone is qualified to return to a second life in reality; even so-called accidental death rebirth insurance has many effective restrictions.

However, for most ordinary citizens of the Federation, that rebirth insurance still has value worth signing up for.

Those living normal lives usually do not fall under the constraints of the Rebirth Restriction Act, whereas someone like Morrison living a thug's life is in the abnormal category; even if they die accidentally and their soul is reassembled, they are assigned to the digital world.

Such a person, when even their soul truly meets the state of 'death', will indeed have an emissary from Purgatory come to fetch them—oh, this side of the Border Gate District counts as the Eastern Administrative District, so the dead go to the Yellow Springs Underworld.

Purgatory, Hell, and other soul diversion and relief zones will be discussed after the population is delineated into the Eastern Administrative District.

It is worth noting that the rules and styles of the major Soul Management Districts are all different.

This difference can even be refined to the attire and weapons of dispatched staff; just as now, the 'Reapers' visiting the monster factory's Amei sub-district each hold bone-made firearms infused with fire.

Statistics once showed that in the Amei District's Ascendant classification, the ratio of cybernetic modification to origin energy cultivation was eight to two.

Among that twenty percent, many are primarily focused on superpower development; besides that, those who cultivate both are not few, though it is rare to achieve outstanding results in either.

After these Ascendants are guided to reach the otherworldly soul processing and detention sites of Purgatory, Hell, etc., an extreme minority among them will be recruited to become 'Reapers'.

Such 'Reapers' still follow the choices they made in life.

Their equipment also often consists of products made by infusing both soul and bone into a mechanical framework.

Honestly speaking, they are not that strong.

The title 'Reaper' is placed in quotation marks precisely because they cannot, like the widely recognized human concept of a 'Reaper', inspire fear, be irresistible, or be silent and taciturn.

In the minds of the living, their image is more like……a. jpg of working a part-time job in Hell.

Although they indeed possess the attribute suppression that a workplace necessarily has, which directly affects souls, that suppression can be overcome by a disparity in hard power.

This also means they can be resisted in law enforcement.

But they must already be accustomed to this, after all, the district is in the simple, free-spirited Amei Area.

Even the living often get into disputes, let alone the dead.

Perhaps they once resisted the Reapers' summoning with force in life; now, as Reapers encountering others' violent resistance, it can only be said to be actual karmic retribution.

But even so, they find it hard to accept that their business scope has expanded from humans and near-humans to things completely unrelated to humanity.

For example……

Giant beasts tens of meters tall.

Not only are they massive in build, but they can also secrete dangerous liquids, accompanied by a strong stench, and even spray water streams, flames, or corrosive liquids.

But the most excessive are those that directly spray high-heat lasers.

Undoubtedly capable of piercing and dissipating spiritual bodies, this high-heat energy is truly the nightmare of the 'Reapers'; a genuine sweep over their body can even deprive them of the right to dream.

There is no 'death', only 'nothing'.

The scene will leave not a trace of spiritual particles for a psychic detective to examine; only a chaos index proves the residue of high-energy particles.

"You always do this?"

Amei District, PM 8:36.

Overlooking the ultra-large-scale 'Party' belonging to the giant corpses, a youth similarly wrapped in a 'shroud' asks the 'colleague' beside him.

He ought to have been shocked by the endless sea of monstrous beasts, but unfortunately, this is already the fifth monster graveyard he has patrolled.

In that overly similar scene, Aomo no longer feels moved by mere numbers.

He will merely feel somewhat surprised by the pure deathly aura here.

"What do you mean?" the colleague asked.

An Abo, yet his appearance differs greatly from that of the Abulu; he is more in line with the special-effects Abo studio aesthetic, a colleague like a red durian, who raised his bright red five fingers.

"I don't quite understand; are you not appreciating this power demonstration segment?"

"If we keep silencing 'Reapers' like this, we will eventually attract the attention of the local underworld authorities," the youth said calmly while gazing at this graveyard-like pile of corpses, "those beings existing between life and death likely possess abilities beyond what we transmigrators could anticipate."

"Ah, there's no need to worry about that," the Abo waved his hand, his cheerful tone seeming to enjoy the scene of crushing those 'Reapers', "you may not understand this land; in this land called the Amei District, the disappearance and replenishment of those 'Reapers' are quite frequent."

"Those who disappear here are completely insignificant."

"What about the Yiluo District and the Oslo District?" the youth asked, "I recently inspected the monster factory there as well; in my view, each branch's attitude on this matter is largely the same, none of it being particularly secretive."

"Then I'm not really sure," the Abo shrugged, "I only manage my own industry; even if I wanted to know the situation of other branches, I wouldn't be welcomed, so you might as well ask the Abulu who guided you."

"At least he's among the top ten giants; other branches' people would give him some face, right?"

"Such a cooperative attitude is really unsettling even as the operation is underway."

"That's not something a mighty battle-famed Mefeilas alien would say; if you lack confidence, should I make up for it for you?"

As soon as those words were spoken, the slowly flowing atmosphere instantly froze; Mefeilas stared at the Abo before him, neither speaking a word, which also caused the silent bystander waiting not far away to glance over with anxious eyes.

Although both are Abo, Abulu clearly cannot get along with his fellow tribesmen, which is why he lets Aomo himself approach colleagues.

Now seeing that bold colleague actually hinting at modification, Abulu widened his eyes.

"No need; I think you will need that confidence more than I do."

"You say that, I..."

"The Alliance Lord's order is for you and your subordinates to gather those zombie monsters at noon in the Border Gate District's foreign territory; you should understand what that means."

The Abo, interrupted by Mefeilas's words, fell silent upon hearing this.

And Mefeilas does not care about his silence.

The malevolent alien spoke, as if intending to lay out the full reason for his silence:

Ultraman Sai Luo and Ultraman Jie De, and even that Ultraman, are in that Earth district crowded with transmigrators.

Moreover, I'm not even sure whether there will be any other Ultraman warriors there.

Although that ACE isn't here yet, you still know their combat strength, right?

So, count your troops." Finally, the Mefilas who said that raised his hand.

He slapped toward the shoulder armor of the Baltan alien, which looked quite troublesome.

This caused the Baltan alien, who resisted the motion, to instinctively raise his right arm.

The sickle-blade-like modified limb suddenly slashed at the opponent's arm, but was grasped by their upward-split palm, and even sparks flew from that moment.

"Not a bad reaction."

Like inspecting a subordinate, in fact, as the newly appointed battle supervisor less than an hour ago, the Mefilas alien was indeed the superior; with the upper palm catching the opponent's attack and the lower palm patting the opponent's shoulder, he generated even more sparks.

"Actually, I also look forward to the confidence you will show," he said gently, but the feeling he gave the Baltan alien was like facing those monster corpses, utterly devoid of warmth, "However, I must next go inspect the conditions of the Yinniu district and the Egypt district."

Then... see you at headquarters in half an hour.

... Goodbye, battle supervisor.