The Kingdom of Hell.

A large number of ghosts are wandering in the desolate wilderness that makes even spirit bodies shiver with cold.

It was pitch black here, with only the occasional faint light coming from the distant city of God, making the ghosts stop and watch longingly.

One of the ghosts who looked like a boy walked through the wilderness. He seemed to have just arrived here, but many of the ghosts here seemed to know him and would stop when they saw him.

Some ghosts just stared at him blankly, shivering in the cold wind and dark night, with pain and despair in their eyes.

Some would look at him as he passed by and suddenly call out his name in a confused voice.

"Nite."

"Ah, it's Little Nite."

Their tattered clothes were fluttering in the wind of hell, and they danced in a sacrificial dance with their hands skillfully raised up in the air.

In the wind, the eerie prayer floated.

"Thank you, Lady Mikina, for bringing us light and warmth. You are the messenger of heaven.

And some suddenly fell to their knees on the ground when they saw him.

A ghost fell devoutly at Nite's feet.

"Master Nite."

"Please send us to the kingdom of God, to the peaceful kingdom where there will never be pain.

Their eyes were full of longing and they shouted loudly.

I saw...I saw...that is the kingdom of the King of Hell."

I've entered hell.

He has indeed come to the kingdom of the King of Hell and entered this hell.

However.

There is no peace in darkness.

Only eternal pain, coldness and eternal night accompanied him.

Nite stood blankly in front of the other party. He could hear the other party's call, and everything seemed to correspond to the broken pictures in the ghost's memory.

"Eh?"

Ghosts have no body and no consciousness.

But at this moment, tears actually flowed down from those translucent eyes, turning into glimmers and dissipating in the cold howling wind.

He didn't understand why he was crying.

In other words, he understood this in his consciousness at this moment, but he still showed a sad expression unstoppably.

He stood there for a long time, and more and more people surrounded him, worshiping him and calling his name.

It was as if Nite had truly turned into an afterimage and could no longer move.

But at this time, the shadow under Nite suddenly moved.

Although he has clearly turned into a spirit body early on, there should be no so-called shadow at all.

but.

It seems that this shadow has been on him since he escaped from the curse of purgatory a long time ago.

When he held the sickle and shined his own strange shadow in the water for the first time, the other person seemed to have been with him at that time.

But everyone else has shadows, so what's so strange about him?

The shadow overlapped with Nite, and a powerful force was injected into it, and Nite's consciousness returned to his own body bit by bit.

Nite finally remembered who he really was.

He finally understood why he was crying.

Because these people were sent to hell by him and his mother.

From the beginning, their town was a sacrificial town built by the mother to gain power, and everyone obtained the gifts of the gods by sending others to the eternal night of hell.

In the end, they also fell into hell together.

He was the same. He thought he had sent the other party to the peaceful kingdom of God, but instead he sent those people into this desolate eternal night.

Nite lowered his head and looked at the people surrounding him at his feet.

Their clothes were in rags and they were enduring the eternal cold in the wind of hell.

Nite raised his head and looked towards

into the distant city.

With his sharp eyes, he saw those powerful ghosts "enjoying" God's gifts in the city. They were protected by God's light and became God's close servants. Many of the shadows were the villains he had banished to hell.

.

"It was a scam from the beginning."

Here, there is no distinction between good and evil, only strength and weakness, only usefulness to the gods.

Even in a world of death.

The weak are banished to the wilderness, the strong are accompanied by gods.

This is reality.

Facing this cruel reality, Nite turned to look at the shadow behind him.

He asked: "Who are you?"

His shadow actually moved and turned into another Nite appearing behind him.

Shadow yawned with Nite's face: I am you "Ah!"

Nite didn't believe it: "How could there be two me?"

Shadow Nite sat down, sitting on the stone with his chin clenched.

He still yawned, covered his mouth with his hand, and said helplessly.

"Because you" can't do anything, so the you who always escapes from reality, the lazy you, imagines another self to help you!

"It would be nice to let another person help you achieve the impossible, right?"

Nite said: "You are lying to me!"

Shadow reasoned nonchalantly: "I'm here to help anyway, right?"

After a while, Nite asked him: "How can you help me?"

Shadow Nite: I can help you escape from this hell, and I can also help you become a god.

Nite shook his head: "You just want to use me."

Shadow held his chin with one hand and waved his other hand feebly: "That means you still have value for being used. This is a good thing, isn't it?"

Nite asked no more questions. He left the ghosts surrounding him and walked towards the distance. He also "didn't know where to go, but I just didn't want to stay here."

But wherever he went, the ghostly figures behind him slowly followed him, following him from a distance.

No matter how he walked, he couldn't get rid of it.

He could see them as long as he turned around.

He couldn't stop and could only keep walking, because only in this way those figures could not catch up with him.

He was wandering in the wilderness, but as he walked, several more figures appeared in front of him.

A wing-man young man stood in the darkness, holding two children.

Back then, the Winged Sky Angel killed everyone in the Gate of Hell organization and the Night Hotel, and collected their gradually ghostly bodies and sealed them in crystal stones, preparing to bring them back to the Holy Mountain of Light for purification and release into the sea of ​​stars.

But before they had time to go back, the Yiren Sky Angels were all killed by Nite.

After Nite took back the sealing crystal from the hands of the eight-winged angels, he sent them to hell.

At that time, he thought that this was sending the other person into the kingdom of God and eternal peace.

Head on.

He saw the stunned face of the Yiren young man.

His body kept alternating between them, as if he had always stayed at that last moment, looking at the holy light that swept towards him without understanding.

Nite saw the child reaching out to him.

The other person seemed to recognize him and smiled brightly.

The apostle and the people he saved met in the cold eternal night of hell.

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Nothing in the world seems more ironic than this.
To be continued...