The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Seeing that Schiller showed no intention of leaving the circle around him, Osiris finally said:

...The balance, the key lies in the scale used for judgment! There is also the feather used to determine whether the judgment has passed. It is a token of a great existence...

I once made a deal with a mysterious being in the world. When I put feathers on the scale and the hearts of believers on the other end of the scale, if the heart is heavier than the feather, then he will usher in a new year. Death, and if his heart is lighter than a feather, then death will not accept him, and he will naturally be resurrected.

Schiller understood what Orisis meant. Simply put, resurrection does not really bring a dead person back to life, but uses the power of the death of the five creation gods in Marvel.

As we all know, everything in the Marvel world goes to the realm of death when it dies.

Orisis used the deal with death to intercept the souls of believers who were going to the kingdom of death on the way, and conducted a so-called trial. If the trial failed, the soul would continue to the kingdom of death, and the person would die. , but if the judgment passes, then the soul will be rejected by the kingdom of death, and being rejected by death means that he is still alive, so this person will come back to life.

In other words, the resurrected believers are not reborn, but have not died.

“I tell my believers that as long as they are pious enough and fight hard for me, they will have a chance to be reborn after death. In this way, they will be more courageous, fearless of death, and kill more on the battlefield. The enemy, this can make the mysterious existence called death happy, so we reached a deal.

And the so-called trial process is also the mysterious being judging whether my believer can create more deaths for him after his resurrection? If death thinks that the believer can do this, it will not accept his soul. Let him return to the world and create more death.

Schiller nodded, indicating that he understood. This was not beyond his expectation. This is the case for anyone who makes a deal with death. The ultimate goal of death is just to have more death.

The same is true for the Hall of Valor owned by Asgard. Odin will only allow the most heroic warriors to enter the Hall of Valor, and the so-called most heroic warriors are those who kill the most enemies on the battlefield. After these people are resurrected, they will naturally Can bring more deaths.

You made a deal with death, so why can all believers of the gods in the Egyptian pantheon be resurrected? Schiller asked.

I have no choice! Osiris looked very desperate. He said: After I completed the transaction, I discovered that not only did he want my believers to bring more deaths to him, but the entire Egyptian pantheon was cursed by him. Yes! All believers in Egyptian gods will accept this kind of judgment!

Schiller suddenly showed a smile, as if he was mocking, and said:

I remember that the mythical story said that this trial process is to distinguish sinners from good people. The heart of sinners will be heavier than feathers, so they cannot be resurrected.

But now it seems that it is precisely the sinner's heart that will be lighter than a feather, because death requires the most vicious sinner to bring more death to him...

It's really ironic, isn't it? It's just like the judgments in the mouths of all gods, dividing who are the bad guys and who are the good guys, but you are not human beings, so why do you think you have the right to set standards for good and bad humans?

After Schiller, who was wearing a white coat uniform, finished speaking, he ignored Osiris who was torn to pieces by the swarming Schillers. He just turned around and walked back to the big ship anchored next to the oasis.

After opening the door curtain and walking into the house, the first thing Schiller saw was the scale on the table. There was indeed a feather on the other end of the scale, which looked very light, as if it would float with a light touch.

Schiller walked over and picked up the scale. At this moment, there were footsteps outside the door. He turned around and saw the fat hippopotamus goddess walking in. She didn't seem to realize that there was someone in the room. She exclaimed and then turned around. She wanted to walk out, but Schiller stopped her.

My Goddess, can you please do me a favor?

Of course, what do you want to do? The Hippopotamus Goddess stepped forward and looked at Schiller and asked. Schiller said to her: Since you have been a receptionist on this ship, you should know the process of the trial, right? Could you please perform this process on me?”

The hippopotamus goddess widened her eyes and said, Did I hear you correctly? Do you want to be judged? But why? You have already got this boat!

I'm just curious about this process. Could you please help me take out my heart and put it on the scale?

This... The Hippopotamus Goddess hesitated for a moment, but looking at Schiller's firm eyes, she still walked over and said, Okay, this is not difficult.

As she spoke, she put her hand into Schiller's chest and grabbed it. A crystal-like heart appeared in her hand, and then he put the heart on the scale.

The Hippopotamus Goddess explained to Schiller: Actually, I should take out as many hearts as there are of you and put them on the scale together. But judging from the current situation, if I do this, then Maybe I'll miss out on work for the next few thousand years, so...

Schiller expressed his understanding, and then stared at the scale. Soon, his eyes widened in shock, because the tray containing his heart slowly rose up.

That's right, the feathers, which were so light that they seemed ready to fly at any moment, actually pushed down the tray of the scale, making Schiller's heart rise.

Is this thing broken??? Schiller asked doubtfully.

Just when he was about to step forward and knock on the scale, there were hurried footsteps outside the door. With a pop, the door curtain was lifted. Stark and Steve walked into the room one after another, and outside the door Kong Su, who had sent them here, stood.

Schiller was surprised by the appearance of Stark and Steve. He had not thought that Stark and Steve would come here to look for him. He thought that the two of them were outside, facing him. The corpse is crying in the grave.

However, after being surprised for a moment, Schiller stopped paying attention to them. There was a more interesting toy in front of him, so of course he would choose to explore the secret of the scale first.

Schiller walked to the other side of the table and looked at the end of the raised heart. He guessed that maybe because he was divided into many parts, the heart was not heavy enough, so he called two more personalities. The Hippopotamus Goddess took out their hearts and placed them on the tray, but the tray did not move at all and showed no intention of falling.

Schiller tried many combinations of personalities, including those who were too murderous and some who had never had murderous intentions. Anyway, after exhaustive methods of various permutations and combinations, no combination could be heavier than that feather. In other words, no matter what combination, Schiller can pass the trial and be resurrected.

Schiller sighed and found that following the rules was not enough, so he planned to apply some external force. So, he stretched out a hand and pushed down the tray containing his heart. When he concentrated, he I found that the pallet was indeed loose and began to show signs of falling.

Schiller changed into a position that was better for exerting force. He brought the scale to the table, then stretched out a hand, pressed hard on one end of the scale, and pushed it down hard.

In the dark, Schiller heard the heart-wrenching squeaking sound of metal. Just when he finally wanted his heart to be heavier than the feathers, he suddenly saw, on the tray with feathers opposite, A pale and slender hand appeared, and then began to push down the opposite tray.

Schiller opened his eyes wide and saw this situation. He gritted his teeth and continued to push down the tray on his side, and his hand also began to exert force to push down the tray on the feather side.

To put it another way, Schiller wanted to make his heart heavier than a feather so that he would not pass the trial, but the person opposite insisted on letting him pass the trial.

After wrestling for a long time, Schiller finally couldn't hold on any longer. He let go of his hand, and with a bang, the tray with the feathers hit the table. The tray with Schiller's heart was raised high, and the tray with the feathers hit the table. The heart on the tray flew away.

Schiller gasped and stared at the scale angrily. After being in this world for so long, has he really met his opponent?

So, regardless of the other people's looks, which looked like a lunatic, he began to use various methods to push down this end of the scale.

When things get to this point, the principle is no longer important, the main thing is to win.

Schiller has been busy here for a long time. Stark and Steve couldn't find a chance to intervene. They didn't even know what Schiller was doing.

In the end, Schiller, who had been busy for a long time, made no progress. He threw the tools aside in frustration, looked at the scale with his hands on his hips and said: Death, you are here, right?

To be honest, I really didn't expect that you are quite strong. If I hadn't brought the house here today, I would have let you know what unity is strength...

Forget it, can you come out for a moment? I have something I want to talk to you about...

Death! Death! Are you there?! Answer me!

Just as Schiller was yelling, Stark stepped forward and held Schiller's shoulders and said, Schiller, calm down!

I know, I know, you have had a very bad experience, and maybe you have a lot of regrets that you want to make up for, but this method doesn't work...

Stark sighed and said with some emotion: On countless nights, I have thought about how great it would be if I could master a way to resurrect my parents...

I even took practical action for this. I started to look up all the information related to resurrection. I even wanted to make a time machine to return to the day before their death, and then leave them at home.

I think anyone has thought about this kind of thing. When their loved ones leave them, they will definitely think, how great it would be if I could go back in time, or if I could resurrect them...

Stark covered his eyes with his other hand and said: But I found that I lost more while chasing this fantasy. I stayed awake, made myself very haggard, and started drinking. Reunited with them in hallucinations, but in the end, I got nothing...

Stark looked into Schiller's eyes and said seriously:

If you have designed such a complex, interlocking plan, and ultimately it is just to resurrect your parents, then I want to tell you...

Stark's brown eyes were filled with golden light, and he said:

They are not the only ones who can give you the love and affection that you have lacked...we can do it too.

Schiller stared into Stark's eyes, opened his mouth slightly, and then asked:

Thank you, I'm very touched, but...

what are you talking about?

I was too sleepy and had a splitting headache. I wrote it first and then revised it.