In the sacred temple of heaven, wandering souls are lining up to approach the scales of judgment.
The number of recent deaths was so great that the queue at the six gates of Heaven stretched as far as the eye could see, extending very far into the distance from the gates.
Angels with wings of light on their backs explained the rules of heaven to the souls while holding a record board in one hand.
Sighs, cries, curses, and confessions echoed from the crowd, which sounded as ordinary as everyday life to the angels.
However, there will always be people who defy the angels' understanding.
"I need to pee, is there a restroom here?"
The angel, with a holy halo above its head, stared in shock at the werewolf before it and stammered, "You are already dead... Only the living have the need to excrete; you don't need any of that."
The werewolf covered his genitals with his hand and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I know I'm dead, but I have a problem where I feel like I need to pee when I'm nervous... Besides, there's no rule that says a soul can't pee, right?"
The angel's expression was one of distress and helplessness: "Indeed, there is no such rule... but..."
"Aldenan!"
A familiar voice came from the back of the group, startling the werewolf.
Randall, holding Barbara's hand, walked to Aldenan's side and asked, "What do you want to do?"
The angel looked at Randall: "Are you his friends? He said he has a need to relieve himself..."
Randall waved apologetically at the angel: "It's alright, we'll take care of him."
Watching the angel fly away, Randall wrapped his arm around Aldnan's neck and whispered, "Need to pee? How did you come up with such a lame excuse?!"
Aldenan looked at the City of Heaven and said with a wry smile, "I have to find a way to leave here."
Barbara laughed and said, "We are already dead. We have nowhere to go but heaven."
Aldenan said in a low voice, "Do you know what's there?"
Randall: "What?"
Aldenan: "The scales of judgment will judge the good and evil of the deceased based on their words and deeds during their lifetime, and decide whether they should stay in heaven or be sent to hell."
Randall shrugged. "Yeah, so what?"
Aldenan widened his eyes and said, "Do you think I'm stupid? With all the scum I've done in my life, I'm sure I'll be dragged to hell! That's why I need to find a chance to slip away from here!"
Randall and Barbara exchanged a glance and laughed.
Randall said to Aldenan, "We've already heard about what happened to you."
Barbara added, "Your sacrifice saved millions of people, especially my child Morning."
Randall: "I can assure you that the scales of justice will give you a fair verdict, and you will not go to hell."
Aldenan asked skeptically, "Are you sure?"
At the other end of the procession, two elderly men dressed in armor were arguing loudly.
One of them said, "I told you long ago! Fighting is a soldier's job. You just need to stay in the city and take care of the citizens, instead of leading them to the city walls to die!"
Another person said, "Defending Twilight City is not just your responsibility; everyone has an obligation to fulfill their civic duty!"
The young knight standing behind the two old men had a handsome face. He said helplessly, "Lord Cumberland, Lord Emerson, we are already dead. What's the point of arguing about those things now?"
Cumberland and Emerson turned around at the same time and yelled at the young knight, "Shut up, Dion!"
Dion took two steps back with a pained expression, only to find that he could no longer move.
Looking down, Dion said with a headache, "Miss Mary, could you please let go of my leg?"
Mary, dressed in a pure white wedding gown, squatted on the ground, clinging tightly to Dion's leg. Under the gaze and whispers of those around her, her face was already flushed red to the roots of her neck.
"How shameful! Why am I still here wearing these clothes after I've died?!"
Faced with Mary's question, Dion rolled his eyes: "Didn't you hear the angels' explanation? After a person dies, their soul visits heaven, and the body's form is based on the last moments before death."
"While I do find it a bit strange to die in a wedding dress, at least you're wearing some clothes. Look at the gentleman in front of you; he's only wearing an apron."
Mary: "I don't want to see! I don't care! I want to change my clothes!"
Dion scratched his head: "I heard from the angels that after a soul enters heaven and passes the soul judgment, it can use its will to change its appearance and clothing. Perhaps you will be able to change clothes later."
Mary looked up, her eyes brimming with tears: "And now?"
Dion: "For now, you'll have to keep queuing in this."
"But don't worry, the angel just saw you and complimented your wedding dress."
"Maybe once you get to the City of Heaven, there will be competitions like beauty pageants. If you're lucky enough to win an award, you might even get some extra points during the soul trial..."
Mary: "I! Don't! Want! It!"
In another line, Alfonso de Cabreu, covered in wounds, stood quietly in line, awaiting his trial.
Knights or soldiers would often approach him and pay the highest respects to the Grand Master who had died gloriously less than six hours after taking office.
Alfonso smiled and nodded at them, his expression somewhat stiff.
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