The fighting had suddenly intensified.
The Reincarnation Hall was filling with more and more people.
Perhaps the mission was simply too arduous; every powerful warrior wore a heavy expression.
After all, once they left, there was no telling whether they would die on the battlefield.
If that happened, they would return to the Forgetfulness River, forget all their past lives, and be reborn in another world.
Everyone was trembling with fear.
--But yesterday, things had already taken a turn.
The people of the Hell Division had come up with a way to help everyone resurrect after death.
They would be resurrected in Hell.
The news grew wings and spread rapidly through the other five divisions of the Yellow Springs.
By evening, everyone knew about it.
Five hundred merit points.
Survive, and return to the Yellow Springs.
This let many people breathe a huge sigh of relief, even as it stirred complicated feelings toward the Hell Division.
Many people had already prepared all kinds of schemes and methods.
They were just waiting for this morning.
Who would have thought that when everyone gathered at the Reincarnation Hall this morning, ready to head into battle, they would find--
"Where are they? Where are the people from Hell? Why didn't they come today?"
someone shouted.
"Exactly! I'm about to go on a mission, and I wanted to buy Hell's service. Why haven't they come?" another person asked anxiously.
Suddenly, an electronic voice rang out:
"To purchase Hell's service, please come to the southeast corner."
Everyone turned to look.
At some point, a long row of machines had been set up in the southeast corner of the Reincarnation Hall.
"Yellow Springs Machines?" someone exclaimed in surprise.
One of the machines spoke electronically: "That's right. Starting today, Hell's service is going self-service. Please queue up