Ackerman shrugged. "Casper, I've discovered something: you really love to talk after you've died. Before, every sentence you spoke to me never exceeded ten words."
“Nonsense!” Kasper glanced around and said helplessly, “I did want to go to heaven before I died, but now that I’m here, I don’t know what to do!”
"I can't answer that for you, perhaps..."
Before Ackerman could finish speaking, his body began to rise into the air. Caught off guard, he flailed his arms wildly, drifting higher and higher.
Standing on the ground, Casper looked at Ackerman in mid-air and shouted anxiously, "What's going on?!"
"I guess that since I'm not a Heroic Spirit, I can't stay in the Divine Realm. Now I have to go back to my original world."
Floating in the air, Ackerman waved to Casper and shouted, "My good brother! This is the best I can do for you! Please wait for me; one day, I will become a Heroic Spirit and join you!"
Ackerman's figure gradually disappeared into the air, leaving only his voice echoing in the air.
When Ackerman opened his eyes again, he was back in the dark sanctuary.
He touched his body and, finding nothing amiss, stared blankly at the dark roof. After a long while, he softly uttered, "Wait for me."
Pushing open the heavy stone door, blinding light once again filled the entire room.
Ackerman walked to the door, looked at the thousands of people waiting anxiously outside, and shouted: "Death is no longer endless suffering, but the beginning of glory! The Sons of the Gods protect us!"
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