Chapter 517 You Are Not Qualified
"hell?"
Hearing this word, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
It's just fallen into hell, isn't it easy to bring it back? Throughout the ages, how many people have summoned the souls of sinners from hell. Many ancient families have tried to use magic to summon the "ancestors" who were suffering in hell, and then negotiate a deal with the lord of hell, and pay a sufficient price to redeem the souls of sinners.
Perhaps Amberxiu is too special, so his soul is very valuable, but no matter how high the price is, the Mourning Poetry Society can always come up with the money.
Withered Rose also ignited hope and quickly asked, "Is it Zariel or Tiamat?"
Amberxiu signed a contract with these two lords of hell, and the transaction of soul coins has not been completed yet. The probability of the soul falling into the hands of these two is the greatest.
The president did not hide anything and directly pointed out the direction to Withering Rose.
"His soul fell into the first layer of hell. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be in Zariel's hands."
Withered Rose was about to express her gratitude, but the president said, "But don't hold out too much hope. His soul is broken and he can no longer respond to anyone's call. If you want to bring him back, you can only go directly to Zariel, but I don't recommend you do that."
"Why?" asked the Withered Rose excitedly.
"Because you don't have the means to repair your soul."
"But you can, can't you, President?"
"I can, but I can't do this." The president shook his head and said to everyone, "When the Mourning Poetry Society was first established, the help I could give you was very limited, and repairing his soul is beyond the limit."
Withered Rose wanted to ask more questions, but was interrupted by the poet: "Okay, Rose, let's find a way to bring his soul back first."
Withered Rose was silent for a moment, then chose not to ask any more questions.
As the poet said, the only way to resurrect him now is to bring back his soul first.
As for the restrictions imposed by the president, most likely it is that the gods are restricted by Io and cannot interfere in the mortal world at will, but this is always a problem that can be discussed and resolved.
Therefore, the most urgent task is to rescue the people from the Lord of Hell first.
Withered Rose said to everyone: "Sorry, everyone, I have to go back first. I can't wait to bring him back."
The people in the Mourning Poets Society did not try to persuade her to stay. Everyone could see that the Withered Rose's obsession had shifted from Ryan to the lich. When it came to the obsession of the undead, it was useless to persuade her.
It was Aige who chased after him. As a demigod who was about to ascend to the throne, she felt that she could be of help in the negotiations with the Lord of Hell, and she also wanted to help Amber come back to life.
When these two left, the party quickly came to an end.
After chatting for a while, everyone dispersed, and in the end only the zombie Yugashi and the giant Im were left.
These two joined the Mourning Poets Society very early and are more senior than the others.
When those latecomers left, Yugas could no longer suppress the smile on his face, and he opened his mouth wide, revealing his scarlet fangs.
"Finally, today has come." Yugasi drank another cup, and then said to the president: "All candidates have lost their qualifications. President, it's time for your test to come out with the results, right?"
The god of death needs to be replaced, that's why the Mourning Poets Society was established, and all the members are candidates. But Gareth Canggu is obsessed with personal feelings, Ai Ge has taken another path, and Withered Rose has been trapped in hatred for a long time... The members of the Mourning Poets Society have their own problems, and none of them even know the real secret of the Mourning Poets Society.
They knew nothing about the replacement of the God of Death, except Yugas, who had been working hard for this from the very beginning, until now, countless thousands of years had passed.
Since Amber Xiu, the new competitor, also fell into hell, there was no other competitor in the entire mourning poetry society. In this way, he should have won the final victory.
Yugasi looked at the president expectantly, hoping that he would give him the reward he had always dreamed of and crown him the god of death.
However, the president just shook his head and said, "No, you are not qualified yet."
Yugas never expected that this was the answer he was waiting for. He angrily crushed the wine glass in his hand and asked, "Why am I not qualified? Over the years, I have endured hunger and even restrained my appetite when I saw fresh flesh and blood. I have surpassed my own desires.
"I am the only one in the Mourning Poetry Society who has achieved this. Why do you say I am not qualified?"
Yugasi even knew the criteria for becoming a god of death, so he had been enduring from the beginning. Over the years, he might be the ghoul who had eaten the least.
Endless hunger tortured him for a long time, but he was able to keep his sanity and find ways to send other competitors away bit by bit. Yugashi thought he had done well enough, and no undead could go against their instincts like him and endure for such a long time.
However, the president still just shook his head: "You are not qualified yet."
With a clang, Yugasi smashed the table in front of him into pieces. He couldn't help but roared, "Not qualified, not qualified, what exactly do I need to do to be qualified?! I've been waiting for so long, how long are you going to make me endure?! If I'm not qualified, who else is qualified? Could it be Yim?!"
The giant Im standing by said expressionlessly, "I am not qualified, and I don't want to be the god of death. I want to go back. I didn't catch up to kill Arthur the first time he was resurrected, and I still didn't catch up the second time he was resurrected. But I will continue to wait, and when he is resurrected for the third time, I will kill him with my own hands."
Yugas said angrily: "Idiot, Arthur Ryan is completely dead! No one can save him from Io. He is dead, and your promise is meaningless!"
The giant Im did not get angry. He just stood up and said calmly: "Many people said the same thing the first time, but I waited until the second time. No matter how long I wait, I will wait for him to come back and then kill him. This is the agreement between him and me, and it is also the meaning of my existence."
After saying this, Yim left the tavern.
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In the end, only Yugasi was left facing the president and the poet.
For a moment, Yugasi felt like a clown. Other members of the Mourning Poetry Society have been satisfying their own desires over the years and working hard for what they want.
Aige successfully found a way to find her father and was about to enter the realm of gods. The Withered Rose successfully destroyed the Royal Family of Ryan, and Gareth and his wife had been in love for so many years... It seemed that she was the only one who had endured for so long.
Tortured by hunger for thousands of years, every time when he was about to go crazy, Yugashi would remind himself that only by enduring could he become the god of death.
As a result, after so much time has passed, I am still not qualified.
Yugasi angrily said to the president: "Has all the torture I have endured for thousands of years been in vain?!"
"As long as you think this is torture, you will never become the god of death."
The president put down his glass, turned around and left the pub.
Thousands of years of patience were rewarded with just these few words?
Yugasi looked at the other person's back. His skinny appearance looked like he could be torn to pieces with just a claw. His hands were crackling, sharp blades popped out from his fingertips, and scarlet light had already covered his nails, as if he was ready to explode at any time!
The poet did not stop him, but considering that they had known each other for many years, he still reminded him: "Yugasi, let me remind you that the president's name is Yeager."
These two words were like a bucket of cold water that extinguished Yugasi's anger.
After retracting his claws, Yugashi turned back into the polite gentleman he was before.
Jaeger the Fate-Recorder, a name forgotten by the world, but Yugashi knew the weight of this name. No matter how angry he was, if he really dared to show his claws, he would be like the lich, with his soul shattered, and there would be no possibility of resurrection.
Yugas said to the poet: "I'm sorry, I acted on impulse. Don't worry, since I am the only candidate, the result is already determined. I will remain patient and continue to wait."
The poet did not say anything else, but in his opinion, even Ambershu with a broken soul might have a better chance than Yugassi. This ghoul has been thinking about the rules of the game for thousands of years but still hasn't figured it out.
To become the god of death, one must transcend one's own desires.
It’s not about endurance, satisfaction, or replacement...but it’s about truly transcending desire.
(End of this chapter)