"My head hurts. Is this... Hell!?"
The resurrected Joker-Man, Jackie, opened his eyes in confusion. Having returned from the dead, his memories were somewhat muddled.
He vaguely remembered that when he detonated the bomb, a blinding white light filled his vision. Then his body slowly rose, entering a Pure White World.
The glowing humanoid figures around him had indistinct outlines, their wings fluttering away. If he was not mistaken, this had to be Heaven.
Holy light, ten thousand times warmer than sunlight, bathed his entire body. Jackie stretched out his light, nimble form, closed his eyes, and threw himself into the embrace of the angel before him, quietly enjoying the calm and peaceful moment.
No troubles, no sorrow...
At that moment, the weariness in his soul was washed away. He let go of his obsession from life, his rigid smile gradually softened, and his entire being transcended all worldly burdens. His mind was empty. He wanted only to sleep silently like this forever.
That was impossible!
As a dedicated clown, making Jackie stay quiet was even more unbearable than killing him.
So even after death, he still had to talk.
He wriggled twice in that warm embrace and could not help sighing. "As expected of Heaven. This horizon looks like it was measured with a ruler."
The warm embrace trembled slightly. The next second, Jackie suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold. Shivering, he looked up and saw boundless darkness staining half the sky, wantonly eroding and invading the Pure White World.
Within the dark heavens, scarlet eyes opened, and a demonic claw that blotted out the sky came crashing down.
The fluttering figures scattered in terror. Jackie had no idea what was going on, but in a situation like this, following the crowd could not be wrong.
Unexpectedly, before he could