You say this is a love game?

The boy slowly closed his eyes, and his vital signs completely disappeared.

His body no longer breathed, his heart no longer beat, and even his spiritual power became dead.

It was at this moment that the storm symbolizing disaster swept in!

The flesh and blood of the destroyed body of the Great God of Fire evaporated instantly, and a golden wind suddenly erupted with the place where the head was originally located as the center!

That is the pure wind of divinity. Wherever it blows, all filth is gone, the old body collapses, and a new life comes!

In the storm, a brand new divine body quickly took shape. It was still a beast body based on the template of "Nue", but compared to the horror and fear it presented when it was a monster, the body of the god now was full of majesty. Although it symbolized the "filth of the dead", its divinity was even more shocking than the nature of its symbolism.

At first glance, you would never think she is a monster.

They will only regard it as a "god".

Crazy down position.

The complete form of...Daohatsu Hikami.

At that moment, an ominous cry like that of a tiger thrush echoed throughout the entire crevice.

In this vicinity, the pupils of all the peepers were imprinted with a handsome figure. The burning divinity was like the center of the entire world, and his golden pupils emanated endless majesty and mystery. Even Shuten, who was admiring Miyamizu Inaba's rampage, showed shock and horror for the first time.

what?

A god of the mad rank?

The god of disaster who symbolizes "natural disasters"! Ookujin Hijin!

Yoshiko Satori and Chidori were right under the storm, but they were not hurt at all.

However, they seemed to hear the unstoppable sadness in the crying.

"Why wasn't his soul captured by the crack?"

"why?"

"where?"

"Where did his soul go?!"

The next moment, they saw the majestic God of Disaster, shaking her invisible wings, and her towering body like a mountain crashed directly into the sky. The entire sky collapsed and shattered under her magnificent power, revealing an entrance of chaotic colors.

"Is that... a past life?"

Shuten held her breath and concentrated, not wanting the gods to notice her presence.

Under her gaze.

The girl who transformed into the God of Disaster, with her majestic body, actually squeezed directly into the rift of the past life!

The blood of the god fell from the sky, and his body was covered with wounds, but it really squeezed in!

The gods chased after the young man's departed soul and rushed into the afterlife!

Chapter 161: Past Life Sister and Brother I want to leave here and sacrifice the broken sword to the gods.

It was difficult for Mizutani Makoto to explain clearly what kind of situation he was in.

He should be dead.

The sky and the earth were in chaos like nothingness. The sun and the moon hung side by side in the sky, but they no longer emitted any light or heat. They seemed to be just symbols, dim and revealing a decadent atmosphere.

Therefore, the world after death is cold.

As far as the eye could see, souls were walking across this desolate wilderness. The procession of souls was so long, stretching so far that there was no end in sight. Yet, they were silent, inert, and unconscious, like a line of puppets without a self.

They have only one destination.

The grand light in the distance, like a whirlpool.

That is the door to the present world.

Countless souls gathered towards the light, and all souls threw themselves into it and returned to the human world.

“So, this is the past life.”

This was the worldview that Lao Hei had discussed with him before he was backstabbed, and he had also heard a similar description from Furuya Ruriko.

The destination of the deceased's soul is also the starting point of reincarnation.

Mizutani Makoto had a feeling that he should have appeared in the team of these souls, lost everything, and was in a daze, just numbly following the large group of souls until he reached the end of the soul and reincarnated again.

But he seemed to have taken the VIP channel, and now he was following a familiar figure alone, watching her hair fluttering in the wind, and her whole body exuding a warm breath like the sun.

He and she walked on the barren plateau.

The sun follows quietly above the sky.

The damp and cold clouds passed by his side, and Mizutani Makoto touched the clouds with his hands. Suddenly, an interesting pop-up window popped up.

Soul +1

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At this moment, Mizutani Makoto felt relieved.

He couldn't help but mutter, what a damn powerful Tongzi that he could continue to shine in this shabby place.

Wait, this isn't the script for "Makoto Mizutani is fighting his way out of the underworld," right?

Hiss, you know what, this place seems to be full of souls. If he jumps down from here and catches those large groups of souls and refines them in an instant, then his soul will rise like a rocket, right?

But his Fire Keeper had already been sent away, and he only had a soul but no strong-level spiritual core to break through, and there was no place to upgrade.

When I think about it this way, it becomes a bit boring again.

Mizutani Makoto paused for a moment and looked down. In addition to the countless columns moving densely like marching ants, there were also giant gods towering into the clouds, and ghostly beings composed of countless gorgeous colors. They were like moving mountains, or spirits wandering between heaven and earth, patrolling this past life.

"what is that?"

Mizutani Makoto asked curiously.

"The gods of the past."

The girl replied.

Mizutani Makoto couldn't help but ask: "Were there gods in the past?"

"Yes, but we just arbitrarily recognize them as gods. The rules of the past and present worlds are different, so the gods of the two worlds are very different."

"The gods of this world are what you understand as gods. They are recorded in the pantheon, have their own legends and beliefs, and are manifested as sacred in the human world."

"And the gods of the past... they are this past itself. You see, they are born in all sorts of disordered forms, and the significance of their birth and destruction is to maintain the stability of the past. They have no 'self' and no 'consciousness'. Even these bizarre forms are influenced by the souls nearby..."

Mizutani Makoto looked closely and found that everything was just as the girl said. A majestic existence like a giant god passed through the queue of souls, and in the blink of an eye it turned into an image like a stubborn stone, but the next moment it was as ethereal as green smoke. The whole thing looked like some visual pollution picture of Cthulhu, with flowing colors all over the body, and the shape changes were like the product of a dream.

My eyes hurt after looking at it for a long time.

Mizutani Makoto said, "I thought it would be Yomi and Izanami."

"Izanami is in the underworld, this is the past life."

As if she had reached the right spot, the black-haired girl finally stopped. She was standing on the edge of the cliff, gazing at the whirlpool from afar, and said with a faint smile:

"Just like the Ten Kings of Hell in the underworld, Hades in the underworld, and Anubis in the underworld... They all have the power to bring the dead who belong to them into their own world and control their reincarnation. But in reality, those afterlife worlds don't exist. At least not in this world today. These gods who control death don't exist."

"The soul, life and death, are things of immense beauty and solemnity. Even gods cannot easily toy with the souls of the deceased... From this point of view, the more celebrated a god of death is in the pantheon, the less likely they are to descend into the mortal world. Or, just when they are about to divide the power of the past life, they will be absorbed into the past life."

"As for some way to survive, let me think... let's say, hypothetically, if a god of death doesn't taint his power as a god of death, and is born into the world by chance, and doesn't try to create the concept of the 'afterlife', then perhaps he could survive in this world."

"So, this is the past life. It has nothing to do with the gods praised by humans, nor with human race, region, or culture... It is simply the past life, the destination of all souls. And not just human souls, but all souls, including those of monsters, animals with only instincts left, and unconscious plants. The destination of their souls is all the past life."

Then the godhood of "Death" is too unlucky.

Under the premise that the "past life" already exists, the path of all the gods of death in mythology is completely equivalent to a dead end.

The past life is an existence that is equal to the present life.

This "existence" does not refer to "God" but to "the world".

The gods of the present world are only included in the big concept of "the present world", but the past world is an existence equal to the present world. If the gods of the present world want to get involved in the power of the "afterlife", they have to find ways to pass the test of the past world.

It is equivalent to being the mother in this life, the father in the past life, and the gods as the children. Some unfilial children plan to take away their old father's job, but when they look up, they see their old father's seven wolves swinging there with great vigor.

At this moment, Mizutani Makoto, who had briefly been the "Great Disaster Tsuhikami Zan," also felt deeply: "Don't ever get involved with the god of death in this life, otherwise you will become unfortunate."

"You're right to think so."

As she spoke, the girl in front of her turned around slowly.

She had long, shiny black hair, a very elegant straight black hairstyle, and her eyes were also deep black. If I remembered correctly, she was about 1.65 meters tall when she was seventeen. Her figure was almost perfect and impeccable. The perfect proportion of thin branches and large fruits was more eye-catching than the Mai Yajima whom he had admired.

If you think about it carefully, Mai does have a lot in common with her.

However, Mai is still a lot shorter than her. Now, Mai Yajima is only sixteen years old. Judging from her height, it feels like she is less than 1.6 meters. She feels about 1.57 meters or 1.58 meters. She is indeed youthful and lively, but she lacks the temperament of a senior sister.

“…Mizutani Eka.”

"You're just calling me by my first name?"

When Eka Mizutani heard Mizutani Makoto's name, she immediately laughed.

A gentle smile appeared on her usually confident and calm face. She coughed lightly, and the smile on her face gradually turned into a malicious smile. Then she said in a rhythmic manner:

"My stupid brother."

The moment he heard these words, Mizutani Makoto's mouth couldn't hold back anymore.

He sat down on the edge of the cliff and stared intently at the person who always visited the graves. The expression on his face was hard to tell whether it was relief or sadness.

This is his sister.

His sister who had been taking care of him since he was a child but passed away three years ago.

Strictly speaking, the only relative he has in this life is Eka Mizutani.

My parents died too early, so early that when I look back through my memories of this life, I only have vague impressions of them. The only person who really accompanied me growing up was my sister Eka Mizutani.

He respected and loved this sister immensely, and her death was like a never-ending rainstorm that completely ruined the young man's life.

"I feel like I have a lot to tell you."

Mizutani Makoto sighed.

"But for some reason, I'm not surprised... Are you still alive like this?"

"Of course not."

Mizutani Makoto fell silent, and then he asked again: "Are you a god?"

"That's the secret."

Mizutani Eka bent down leisurely and raised her hand to pinch his face.

Just like when he was a child, this sister always liked to pinch his face like this, as if kneading jelly.

She said, "Keep your sister a little mysterious. If you knew all her secrets, wouldn't you see through her? That won't do. Think about it carefully. It's always the sister who controls the brother, not the brother who controls the sister."

"So, don't ask too many questions."

Her face, her smell.

Mizutani Makoto didn't hesitate and grabbed her hand.

"This isn't something that can be easily brushed aside."

He said solemnly.

He was the young man who was soaked like a drowned rat in the heavy rain. He was also the young man who was as ferocious as a wolf and chopped the dead priest's arm with a kitchen knife. Mizutani Makoto let go of Mizutani Eka's hand, raised his hands, and pressed Mizutani Eka's face hard, as if he was holding her face in his hands for a moment.

She was very close, and so was the warm smell of the sun.

Mizutani Makoto stared at her.

The two handsome men and beautiful women's faces were very close to each other. At this time, he heard her suddenly say: "Acheng, you can only ask one question now."

"Mizutani Eka—"

Mizutani Makoto raised his voice.

"exist."

Mizutani Eka responded to his call leisurely, just like answering a question.

"You are my sister and I am your brother."