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Chapter 962 - Chapter 962 Chapter 961 Judgment

Chapter 962: Chapter 961 Judgment Chapter 962: Chapter 961 Judgment Han Dong, having left the Demon Mountains, returned to the Underworld Avenue.

Following the army of the Dead, he climbed the rugged and steep stairway, heading towards the “Netherworld Temple.”

Most of the Dead harbored an uneasy feeling, unsure whether the sins imprinted in their hearts could be offset by this journey through the Underworld, or whether they could obtain eternal life through a weighty judgment.

They did not know that the so-called “weighty judgment” was merely a guise to assess a person’s utility based on the sins of their heart.

If valuable, they would obtain eternal life and continue to contribute to the City of Gods.

If not, they would die, their consciousness devoured by the Underworld.

“This is the Netherworld Temple? It’s just a court of judgment…”

When Han Dong stepped into the gloomy temple, he revealed a sinister smile.

After more than ten days of “Wilderness Survival – Underworld Edition,” Han Dong had uncovered the secrets of the Underworld and had particular thoughts about this trial.

Giant stone-built seats, ten meters high, were aligned on both sides of the temple,

One after another, the Judges with withered faces sat on stone chairs, staring at the Dead as they passed beneath them,

At the end of the temple stood a cliff edge.

A figure, covered in golden lines and exuding an aura of death, the Dog-headed man stood.

Used for the “weighty judgment,” the Balance was set up in front of him through the Scepter held in his hand, quickly judging the approaching Dead.

In the eyes of other Dead, this Dog-headed man, radiating an aura of death, was their revered Anubis God, and they sincerely abided by his judgments.

But in Han Dong’s eyes, he was just a common divine Dog-headed man.

Seeing this, Han Dong tugged at his sleeve, which he had used to cover his left arm ever since stepping into the temple, pretending to be an ordinary dead man awaiting his judgment.

“Offer your heart and the journal of your journey through the Underworld…”

A burly man, who had once been a fighter in an organization, offered his heart and his journal, which outweighed a feather.

“Granted eternal life.”

Following the Dog-headed man’s judgment, the man stepped into a door of light that opened at the edge of the cliff.

In reality,

His consciousness was directly extracted and sent to a certain “Black Water Factory” in the City of Gods, infused into a reconstructed body, becoming a bottom-tier worker in this factory, starting his ‘eternal life’ under a “997” work system.

Following that,

An old man in ragged clothes stepped forward.

His dry heart and a notebook with few words were placed on the Balance, clearly unable to outweigh the feather.

Without letting the old man say more, the Dog-headed man grabbed his head and threw him off the cliff.

As he died completely, his essence of consciousness became part of the great Underworld soil.

“Next, step forward…”

When it was Han Dong’s turn, he too imitated the manner of the Dead receiving judgment, stepping before the Dog-headed man.

He pulled out a heart… it was a heart painted white, with a blood-red smile drawn on it, originating from a clown.

When Han Dong placed his heart and the journal hanging from his waist in the Balance,

The “weighty judgment” began.

If he offset his sins and obtained eternal life, Han Dong would pass the test and return to his physical body.

But… despite the deeds of the “Nine Gates journey,” the Balance still leaned towards the feather end.

Han Dong was not surprised by this result.

He did not show any expression of shock or fear at his judgment result of “death.”

Instead, he covered his face with one hand, seemingly restraining his laughter… trying his best not to laugh out loud, as after all, this was the Netherworld Temple, a very solemn area of judgment.

“Greatest of villains!”

“To commit such heinous crimes!”

“Your presence defiles this temple!”

… A series of critical words were spoken by the Priests sitting on both sides of the temple, each glaring angrily at Han Dong.

Clearly, the terrible deeds associated with the clown had been pinned on Han Dong’s head.

At this moment, the Dog-headed man holding the Balance joined the chorus of criticism, “Your crimes are severe! Even with the experience of the Nine Gates journey, they cannot offset your sins.

I hereby declare your death.”

Having said this.

The dog-headed man stretched out his arm covered in gold patterns, reaching for Han Dong’s head, intending to throw Han Dong off the cliff like before, turning his essence of consciousness into a part of the Underworld.

At this moment, the Terror Source High Priest hidden in the shadows was also preparing to move.

Just as the arm was about to seize Han Dong’s head…snap!

A left arm hidden within the sleeve suddenly stretched out, clashing with the palm of the dog-headed man.

Directly revealing a mummy arm tied with worn cloth strips, with scarab beetles crawling up and down the arm, and black sand flowing over its surface.

Not falling behind, even slightly superior.

“False, disguise, fabrication, deception…

Even after plundering the technology of the White Giant, continuously refining Black Water to extract “Divinity” from it, you are still nothing but a false god.

A piece of Underworld contrived from ideology,

One by one, false priests connected from the outside world,

And a pseudo-god created using Black Water, you dare to judge me?

I am the spreader of the Death Plague!

I am the creator of the Black Desert!

Undeniable! Immortal!”

Han Dong had intentionally incorporated the attribute of “Mad Laugh” into his long-prepared speech, capable of affecting the minds of other consciousness entities.

The priests on both sides of the temple showed faces of terror,

And the dead waiting to be judged all knelt devoutly,

Consciousness.

Supported by “Mad Laugh” and outfitted by the Faceless Skull, Han Dong’s consciousness was absolutely the strongest.

His left arm pulled forcefully, directly ripping off one of the dog-headed man’s arms.

Following that, his right hand pressed against the forehead of the dog-headed man…crunch!

A tentacle pierced through the skull, sucking out the Divine nature-laden essence of consciousness the moment it touched the brain.

“You! Do you know what you are doing? Disrupting the order of the Underworld, you will bear the wrath of the Pharaoh’s…”

Crunch, crunch~

Before the priest could finish speaking, a tentacle had already completely penetrated his head, absorbing the essence of his consciousness.

This action directly plunged these ‘high and mighty’ priests into panic, trying to flee.

“Hey! Weren’t you going to judge me? Don’t run!”

Facial features vanished.

The true state of the Faceless One emerged.

Tendrils of grey-speckled tentacles grew from the head, locking onto targets, precisely shooting through each priest’s head, and extracting the essence of consciousness within.

[City of Gods – Osiris Company].

The company’s top level was in total chaos.

The technical staff linked to the Underworld through the “Skull Ritual,” who were acting as priests, one by one turned into walking zombies devoid of consciousness.

The Black Water inside them began to mutate uncontrollably, transforming into monsters that rampaged through the top level spherical area.

Just as Osiris Company sounded the red alarm, preparing to restrain the out-of-control personnel,

An even worse situation arose.

Han Dong, having absorbed all the consciousness of the priests (technical staff), fully understood the true nature of the Underworld.

He took a deliberate step forward and cast himself into the Abyss of Death.

As Han Dong’s figure completely vanished into the deep abyss, boom! The entire Underworld trembled violently, the world gradually began to disintegrate.

Corresponding to the top of Osiris Company.

The Underworld Mind, constructed over decades with countless resources and efforts, was undergoing irreversible decay, its essence being siphoned away by someone.

The company’s top executives, watching this unfold, collapsed to the ground, muttering, “It’s over… everything is over.”

Furthermore,

Apart from the parties involved in the incident, there was another person entangled in it.

The Terror Source High Priest, who originally planned to assist during the “Balance Judgment” process, was now staring blankly at the collapsing and disintegrating Underworld, throwing out the ultimate philosophical questions.