THE AFTERLIFE PARADOX

Before they could even think of the reason behind Wallace's disappearance, the whole dimension shook.

"What's happening?" they thought. Then, they both shuddered as they saw a man enter. The man was wearing a black robe; he had dark hair falling down his face. He looked completely like a human, except for the five limbs protruding from his back. They looked like spider feet, but they were emitting dreadful dark energy, and they had sharp ends. He was Satan, the second in command of Hell, after Lucifer.

"The third creation treasure, Karum, has arrived, and it has appeared on the body of that person. His soul was snatched from this place to return to his body back in the origin dimension," Satan said.

"What?" Yama's eyes widened.

"A rift has been breached open; quickly send an agent of death after him to snatch the Karum back. Quickly send two agents to enter the rift to follow the soul now," he turned to the lady, who nodded.

"Can't I go?" she asked.

"The soul is too weak, so the rift opened is weak; only weak demons can enter," Yama said.

The lady disappeared.

"Let's go and meet Lucifer," Satan said.

The two made their way to the core chamber of Hell. They soon arrived at an enclosed space that only had an opening in the shape of a cross, with light emitting from it. They entered the opening and arrived in another throne room. The room had a large, dark throne emitting dreadful energy. A lady was sitting on it; she was wearing a dark robe. Looking at her, one word came to mind: a fairy. She was just like a fairy, extremely beautiful with an air of innocence around her.

The dark robe she was wearing showed her full figure, and she was well-endowed. From her full breasts to her tiny waist to her full bottom, she just looked like she had come straight out of a painting. She was sitting on the throne with her back resting on one of the armrests, and she closed her eyes, giving off a lazy feeling.

There were two people waiting in the throne room: the third in command, Baal, a guy with a solemn aura and bloody red hair flowing in the air; he was wearing a red robe. The fourth in command was a lady, Justitia; she had full white hair dropping from her arms, and she was wearing a blue robe.

"Satan, Baal, Justitia, and Yama, you've arrived," a voice that sounded beautiful came out of the mouth of the lady as she opened her eyes, revealing two blue, beautiful eyes.

"The third treasure of creation has arrived, and this time, in the hands of a human," she said.

"I've already sent two agents of death after him through the rift; he should not be able to do anything yet with the treasure before they stop him and collect it. The most troublesome matter should be how they will return with the treasure before Arishem's subordinate catches up with them," Satan answered while bowing.

"Let them just go to one of our bases there and occupy the body of a human before the rift opens, and they will return. We have forces there that will be able to protect them," she said.

"How long until we can reopen the passageway?" she asked.

"The demon lotus is close to blooming; it will still take some time, but it should be approximately ten years in the human world," Justitia answered.

Arishem also can't send subordinates there during that time, so it depends on our forces then.

"It's better to prepare; tell the demons to prepare. We will descend with full force when the passageway opens," she said.

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Earlier, in another dimension, the heavenly dimension, the dwelling place of Arishem. Unlike the gloomy atmosphere in Hell, it had an exuberant atmosphere. It was full of floating mountains that were arranged higher and higher. On the mountain that was at the top, there was a large, white throne, and an extremely beautiful man with skin as fair as a lady and an elegant aura sat down and closed his eyes, giving off a lazy aura.

There were countless people wearing white robes with wings full of white feathers and heads full of white hair, all floating. They had all types of musical instruments in their hands as they played them. He was shaking his head, showing that he was enjoying the tune.

"Hmm," he opened his eyes, and the music stopped.

"The third treasure of creation has appeared," he said, and the whole atmosphere turned solemn immediately.

"Gabriel," he called out.

Very soon, a handsome man wearing a white robe appeared and bowed.

"I'm giving you this important mission; prepare the finest of our soldiers and get them ready for war. Also, tell our forces back on Earth that no matter the method, they should get the Karum. Then speed up the emergence of the creation of celestials, but don't yet use them. Let them use the power in their body to fight for the third treasure," he said.

"Ok," Gabriel bowed.

"Remember, no matter what, the treasure must not fall into Lucifer's hands. She can't be allowed to wield it," he said solemnly.

"Ok," Gabriel nodded.

"You can leave and start the preparation," he said.

Gabriel retreated.

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Wallace, who was in Hell a moment ago being tortured, suddenly felt his vision turn dark. His soul was shuddering immensely from the pain he was feeling.

"Ahh," he gasped as his vision brightened again, and he arrived in a white room. He was disoriented at first due to the pain that he was feeling. He couldn't think of anything due to the pain, but strangely, he felt a comfort coming from nowhere. It felt comfortable, just like a person being submerged in a warm pool during cold winter.

The painful feeling he had before started to disappear. The pain disappeared, he opened his eyes to sense his surroundings, but it was dark. Dark, ink-like energy swirled around him. It was just as if he had been enveloped in a dark cocoon. The comfortable energy continued, and he felt his soul being strengthened at the moment.

"Where am I?" he thought, but could not make head or tail of where he was.

"Well, it's quite comfortable. Maybe it's preparation for another form of torture. Let me just revel in the feeling because I know that pain follows," he said as he closed his eyes, reveling in the comfortable feeling.

It continued for a long time before it finally ended. He felt unprecedented strength.

"Cold," he felt another feeling apart from strength. It was coldness. He opened his soul eyes and saw that he was in a closed room with a body that was covered up. He saw through the cover and saw that it was his body.

"Wait, why am I here?" he thought, but could not find an answer. Rather, his soul got closer to his body. The soul got closer until it entered the body completely.

Inside his body, he saw some chains. "What's this?" he thought. There were countless small chains. His world turned dark immediately as his soul divided into countless tiny partcles and entered the chains.

"Cold," he felt cold and tried to open his eyes, but he could not open them no matter how hard he tried.

"What's happening?" he thought as he continued. Finally, he was able to open his eyes. He was back in his body.

"I'm back alive," he said as he turned happy. He was ecstatic; he was alive. He could not even move any part of his body, but he was still happy nonetheless.

From Hell, he returned back to his body. "Wait, how?" he thought.

"How long have I been gone for?" he thought.

"A lot of time must have passed," he thought.

"Hmm," he looked up and saw some dark beings appear, and they passed through his body. He recognized them; they were the dark genies that appeared when he was hit by the soul-rending whip.

Time passed, and finally he regained all the feelings in his body immediately. He sat up as he looked at his body.

"What happened? Why am I alive?" he thought as he looked around, but there was no answer to his confusion.

He stood up and looked at the transparent mirror in the room. He saw his reflection, but what he saw surprised him.

"Is it still me?" he thought. His hair was falling down to his shoulder, but the majority of it covered his face. His hair was not this long before. He used his hand to sweep the hair, and he saw his face. It looked like it had been carved straight out of diamond.

His jaws and chin were sharp to the extent that they gave an impression that they could cut through anything. His skin was fair and pale, accentuating the shape of his face, making him look more beautiful than handsome. His nose was long and sharp, with full red lips. His two eyeballs were dark, and they looked like they could suck any soul in.

Everything about his face was screaming perfection, while his body was lean but full of explosive strength. He felt strength unlike never before.

"Time and date," he looked around, and luckily, he found the answer on the wall outside.

"What the hell?" his face widened when he saw the answer. This was the day he was killed; the difference was that it had already passed midnight.