Reporting

Hart seemed to sense the abnormality of the Grim Reaper before him and asked tentatively.

"Did you make a mistake?"

"I did not make a mistake," the Grim Reaper said.

He stared intently at Hart. "There's something wrong with you."

He could review his memories at any time to rule out the possibility of his memories being altered.

He could confirm without a doubt that when he had seen this name before, the information displayed was that he would die today, from a lung perforation.

But now, the information above was completely different.

It displayed:

[Hart Valentine died of myocardial infarction at the age of 72.]

In the two hundred years he had been a Grim Reaper, he had never seen the Book of the Dead change. That was the power of Destiny, and it could not be wrong.

"Did you encounter something?" the Grim Reaper asked.

"Encounter something?"

A subtle change appeared on Hart's face.

Almost instantly, he remembered Mr. Shaya, whom he had last seen when he left the Imperial Capital.

And his blessing.

"Did you remember something?" The Grim Reaper, keenly noticing Hart's abnormality, pressed on.

Hart recovered and replied, "No, I don't remember."

Although he didn't know the identity of that person, he had a general understanding of what had happened.

In his original destiny, he should have already died, as this Grim Reaper had said, with his chest pierced.

And that person had changed all of that. In other words, that person was his savior.

Hart didn't know if his benefactor's actions would anger the Grim Reaper before him.

But he wouldn't do anything that might cause trouble for his benefactor.

The Grim Reaper fell silent. After a moment, he said, "I understand."

Seeing this, Hart couldn't help but ask, "Lord Grim Reaper, then I..."

The Grim Reaper came back to his senses, glanced at him, and continued, "You may go, but..."

"Don't worry, I'll pretend today never happened!" Hart quickly said. "I've never seen you!"

The Grim Reaper nodded.

Seeing this, Hart couldn't bother with the pain in his right arm. He grabbed the reins and drove the carriage forward. The road ahead was much flatter, and the carriage could move faster.

He just wanted to get away from the Grim Reaper and preferably not see him again for a long time.

The Grim Reaper remained in place, quietly watching the retreating carriage, his thoughts churning.

It wasn't that he had no way to make Hart tell the truth.

But after careful consideration, the Book of the Dead had never been altered.

Any existence capable of doing such a thing was not someone he, a mere employee, could afford to offend.

All he could do was report this matter and let his superiors handle it.

This was also why he hadn't erased Hart's memory of what had just happened. He needed to preserve this memory for his superiors to investigate.

With that thought, he turned and left. He needed to confirm some things.

He went straight to Cole Street in the Imperial Capital. It was a relatively obscure street, with most of the houses on both sides being mixed residential and commercial. However, many of the storefronts were empty.

The most striking feature was a shop at the intersection of the street. The shop had a large black sign with white lettering and was adorned with white paper flowers. The interior was dim, illuminated only by a few white candles.

Various styles of urns were displayed on the counter, and some coffins were placed either upright or flat.

Standing at the entrance, one could clearly smell a faint scent of the deceased and see a person lying in a coffin on display. His hands were crossed over his lower abdomen, his eyes were closed, and he appeared to be sleeping peacefully.

The Grim Reaper walked directly up and kicked the coffin. "Wake up, Sebas."

Sebas opened his eyes groggily and turned his head in confusion. Upon clearly seeing the person before him, he instantly became much more alert and sat up from the coffin.

"Lord Baru."

Clearly, the Grim Reaper before him was his senior.

"Do you know Hart Valentine?"

Upon hearing the name, Sebas's heartbeat skipped a beat. He remembered the words that gentleman had spoken a few hours ago.

Coming back to his senses, he asked tentatively, "What happened to him? Were you unable to take his soul?"

Baru nodded thoughtfully. "It seems the problem wasn't with me."

Hearing this, Sebas continued to press, "What happened?"

"You can check this name with the Book of the Dead now," Baru said, looking at him. Baru's bone mask concealed his expression, but anyone could hear the gravity in his words.

With a sense of doubt, Sebas raised his hand, and the Book of the Dead reappeared in his grasp. He then began to search for information about this person using the name.

[Hart Valentine died of myocardial infarction at the age of 72.]

The moment the information appeared, his pupils trembled violently.

"The Book of the Dead has been altered," Baru said with a heavy tone.

He looked up at Sebas, who was still in a daze, staring blankly at the Book of the Dead.

"Sebas?" Baru called his name again.

Sebas snapped back to reality, looking at Baru with disbelief. "How is this possible!?"

At the same time, his inner world was also in turmoil.

He had originally thought that even if that person wanted to save Hart Valentine, they would only choose to snatch the soul.

After all, that was the safest and most economical method.

But he hadn't expected this.

He hadn't interfered with death, nor had he snatched the soul from the Grim Reaper.

Instead, he had directly altered Destiny.

Sebas found it difficult to describe his current feelings.

It was like a high jump competition where an athlete was very short and almost certainly came in last. A group of people tried every possible way to help him get a ranking, either by planning to use stimulants or by strengthening his training.

But Shaya had directly changed the rules, turning the high jump competition into a competition for shortness.

It was an absolute reduction in dimension.

"I want you to come with me to the Underworld," Baru said. "We'll report this together. It will be more credible if there are two of us."

Sebas was silent for a moment, then said, "Alright, I'll go with you."

This was no longer something he could refuse. Even if he didn't go, someone would come to ask him about it once Baru reported it.

With that, the two of them transformed into a cloud of black smoke and left the place together.