Makai Hongi

The path followed by a dead soul. That's what I thought.

If you recall, it feels like, "Oh, my God, was that easy?"

I was human. I died and went to the underworld.

I would have to drift there until my soul was purified.

But it was used to experiment with people in heaven, and it fused with "me."

I thought of when I died and headed into the underworld.

I thought so.

The soul crosses the line of Zeus.

If you can make the world a boiled egg, the entrance to the underworld is in the yellow part.

Would it be easy to understand if the junction is considered an egg shell?

In the end, it was not the soul that crossed the line of Zeus.

The movement of the soul takes place through the yellow part of the boiled egg.

I know how to get there.

This is the form in which most of the obstacles to going to the human race have been removed.

All you have to do is figure out how to get to that yellow part.

And it's my imminent death experience that makes it possible.

I can't believe I'm living here that I'm in a state of provisional death. I don't know what's going on in my life.

There are seas and skies in the underworld.

The soul comes and goes with the sea and the sky.

There is no problem with the image of water evaporating from the sea becoming rain and pouring down.

As we repeat it over and over again, dozens, thousands, tens of thousands of times, our souls are purified little by little.

Purified souls run out of what they don't need for reincarnation: memory.

Only such a soul can dive under the sea.

At the bottom of the ocean there is a path to rebirth.

By the way, by the time we get to the bottom, we'll be passing something like a lattice again and again.

So the soul is put on a "sieve".

Only a soul that mocks them all can escape the underworld.

Apparently, some kind of gravity works for a purified soul.

To the bottom of the ocean, to the bottom, they ask me out. You can think of it as charged.

My soul sinks so that I can be drawn, and at the end of the day I reach the bottom.

"I" left "me" just before I reached the bottom.

From the bottom to reincarnation, it was the main road.

It describes it as a path, but it's like a tunnel.

There is no room for "two souls" to pass there.

If it had stayed that way, my soul would have caught on last minute and stuck around.

If it were, "I" should have left.

"I" was reincarnated, and "I" should have been purified of my soul while traveling between the sea and the sky in the underworld.

But because of that, I know a lot.

"I know how to get to the world."

That's what I told Melvis.

Yes, it wasn't difficult.

With a purified soul, it would be me, but it would be Melvis, but the soul can go as close to the path to rebirth.

All you have to do is separate your soul at the end.

That way, the soul automatically enters the path to reincarnation.

I told Melvis about it.

I told him everything.

If you're sure of my memory, you can go with it.

When I finished telling him everything I remember, Melvis' reaction was dramatic.

"It's worth a shot."

Melvis got up and walked out.

"... Huh?

"What's up, follow me"

"Huh?

Melvis walks out without looking behind him.

As he rushed to follow him, he went into a bedroom that had been sealed for hundreds of years.

That was the stone room.

As for the bedroom, I imagined something a little more lifelike, but this is just a stone room.

It's a simple place with a pedestal in the center.

"Why don't you sit down?"

"Yes..."

Beneath the pedestal... on the floor, I clad.

"Let's go."

"What?"

Where are you going?

Where are you going from here? When I thought, my vision shook.

Oh, while I thought it was bad.

Soon the consciousness becomes cloudy. And...

White fog stands...... this is in the orb of domination.

They were forced to bring him in.

What is this, I'm dying?

"... uh, what are we going to do?

I have Melvis in front of me.

Probably came into my reign orb.

"Open the door to the underworld now"

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Instant execution.

Whether it was a difficult business with the power of Melvis or until a hole appeared beneath his feet, it took a considerable amount of time.

Or are we really going to the underworld?

When I get here, I'll give up. Let's even eat a poison dish.

Me and Melvis jumped into the hole.

Beyond it, of course, is the sea of the underworld.

I seem to have come to the underworld without losing consciousness.

This is the second time I've been conscious in the underworld. It's a hard experience.

What's happening to me now is that it's a blurry sphere.

The same goes for Melvis.

For some reason, I can see that it is Melvis' soul that is nearby.

"Let's go."

Melvis' soul jumped into the sea.

I'll follow you, too, but is it okay to jump into the ocean?

Wouldn't you be caught in the underworld ocean and caught in purifying your soul?

Melvis dives more and more into the sea without getting lost.

I follow you desperately, but I wonder what you want to do.

Unexpectedly Melvis stopped.

"Hmmm... still can't we go any further"

There's a lattice.

Plaid is a metaphor, but here is one of the "sieves".

The eyes are coarse.

It looks like we can get through here, but what power is working, it's bounced.

In other words, unpurified souls can't seem to go below here.

With a purified soul, I guess I'll be fine.

Melvis has since been unable to move from a certain depth or further, either vertically or indefinitely around the ocean.

"There will be a path to the human race at the bottom of this, but can't it still be done"

He wanted to make sure that it wasn't possible.

As always, my hips are light when it comes to yamato.

I thought this was going to give up and go home, and now I headed to the upper levels of the ocean.

I also want you to be mine to follow...... I won't tell you how stupid I am.

"Do you recover one purified soul"

No, collecting... you can't even though it's a state of soul.

If it's easy, the heavenly people are doing it.

In the first place, we don't have a body, we don't have a hand.

It's a state of soul only. How do you intend to collect it?

I noticed something when I was thinking about it.