He's dead!

Although the head still exudes a lot of vitality, and still has the ability to respond to external stimuli, Flowey knows that it is dead. Now, its soul was neither in this skull, nor in another body, but had been taken away by Bran.

This caused Flowey to lose interest, as it was only interested in living creatures, so it threw its head there in disgust.

Just as it twitched its nose and was about to continue its search for its next target, a large group of people, led by Sirry, surrounded it. Those who are close will come to the front and ask questions, and those who are far away will circle around the head, while not forgetting to prick up their ears and eavesdrop.

......

By this time, Bran had thrown the remnant into the labyrinth, and he himself held the powerful soul back to the netherworld.

Strictly speaking, this was the first time that Bran took life as the god of death, so at that moment he restrained his teasing mentality and became dignified and solemn.

This is fate, right?

At some point in time, there will always be some people in front of you, and there will always be something that will happen, reminding you - who are you? Just like this strange and powerful life, at a glance, you can identify yourself, and you can't justify it, let alone question it.

With a sense of ritual that arises spontaneously, the beheading is completed cleanly like an executioner.

As the skull rolled off, a wisp of dust rose from the corpse and threw it head-on. Yes, the smell of dust, the feeling of empty loneliness, like a grave, yes, the smell of myself too, but not as strong as that.

Bran suddenly realized that this monster was actually the same as himself, and its power had extended to the realm of death. It's a pity......

What is even more regrettable is that the ritual slash actually severed the connection between the soul and the body, and it was real—dead! An extremely rare object of observation was actually cut down by himself by mistake......

"You're right, I am death. Bran shook his soul in front of him, "But there are some things that you should have realized wrong.

The grave is only the home of the body, and the soul has another place.

Don't be in a hurry to ask, like am I dead, or what is my soul? There are some things you can figure out, after all, you have seen your own tumbling head, your fallen body, and what it looks like now. ”

Blanc paused, "At that time, you should accompany me through the dance of death, because it is the right of the living to resist death, and you should not give it up easily."

And who can say whether there will be life or death after the dance, but in any case, there will not be much difference in my eyes, because I have to bear the withering of life and the life of taking over the withering.

It's just that I appreciate the bloom that struggles before dying, even if it's the last time in my life. At least, it lived up to our wait......"

With a sigh of regret, Bran spread his hands, "Since you have given up, then welcome to the world of the dead." It's just, what am I going to do with you? a powerful and useless soul.

Erase your memories, turn into one or more blank spiritual qualities, and plunge into the world of the living. Soon, it will be re-nurtured and will experience the croaking and toddler again......

Unfortunately, those are beyond my authority and cannot be described in detail for you. All I know is that with that new life is born, you are really 'dead', and you are really free from the past.

They will have a new identity, a name, and a family......

I say this because I see some potential in you, and I don't want to waste it in the cycle of death and life, so I decided to give you a kingdom of the dead. ”

Bran paused slightly, and added magnanimously, "Of course, the decision is still yours." ”

"At what cost?"

Bran snorted disdainfully, "The soul standing in front of death dares to speak lightly of the price?"

As he spoke, he reached out and crumpled it into a ball, and then shook it away again: "Tell me, your decision." ”

......

Soon, an undead king with a light rod appeared in the labyrinth, accompanying his headless body like a shadow. Now, it finally knows that death does not bring relief.

Looking at the headless corpse, I always felt that something very important had been lost on it. Not a fruit, not a head, for which the head is not indispensable. Of course, no one in the snowy region could cut off its head, so the secret was kept intact.

Who would have thought that this time he would lose his life together......

This kind of thing really can't be hidden from death.

The previous conversation was not pleasant, at least for it. The only thing that was accepted in the whole conversation was his own name, Musha.

As "death" says, it can accept the living to talk about conditions, but it will not allow the dead to overstep it.

There are no conditions to speak of, so you can only reluctantly accept the title of "King of the Dead" and accept the fate of being enslaved. What else, can it turn into a blank spiritual substance and fall back into the cycle of life and death?

Nope-

In contrast, it would rather accept the slavery of death. Moreover, although there is no room for negotiation of conditions, the conditions given are not harsh.

It's a vast territory, but what is the purpose of doing this? What kind of potential does it have?

It's not that it doesn't want to be tempted in the course of the conversation, it's that it doesn't have a chance at all. Now it's just a guess......

A wizard's potential can only come from magic, so what is so special about his own magic? Musha, like most wizards, falls into the trap.

......

- The grave, this is Musha's understanding of death.

Bran raised his right hand to his eyes, scrutinizing the wisps of smoke wrapped around his fingertips. For a sorcerer who cannot see the soul, it cannot be mistaken to attribute death to the decay of the body.

Stubborn wizards are more willing to believe what they see and hear than mortals. It's just that magic gives wizards extremely keen insight, and this insight does not come from the mind, but from the most direct sensory feedback.

Bran knew that many times he was like this, ascribed what he couldn't perceive to someone else's imagination. Fortunately, I have no habit of interfering with others......

A vast territory –

It was a tomb for Musha, to bury his body, and his soul......