Death Cast

01.40 | Grecia Bella Theatre

There is a lot of smashing going on all over the area.

The exit doors remain closed, and everyone has been attempting to break them with whatever ideas they have. Those who had acquired stuff from their first worlds were taken out in an attempt to create even a little passage to the doors, while the first time Death Casts used any resources to bash the doors.

The second thrashing comes from the jester, who is frantically swinging his bat as if he had been waiting for this moment all his life to come along and crush his opponent. His insane laugh, along with his gruesomely colorful visage, produced a one-of-a-kind image that caused everyone in his immediate vicinity to look twice at him. The metal bat in his hand is filled with dents whenever it hits the shadows with a loud pang.

It sounded like metal colliding with another metal.

Carl thought it was "crazy."

He couldn't help but sweat as he watched the spectacle with an odd expression on his face. Surely, no one could have predicted that a character from another world would come to their aid. He had hypothesized that these worlds would conjure up something hostile to them in response to the possibility that the source of their demise lay within them. Nonetheless, he's here, and he's discovered an outlier.

It did, however, make him happy. More allies equals more chances of surviving. He does not despise it in the least.

"Stop wasting time. Please assist us with opening the door!" Ken yelled loudly.

Carl tightened his hands and dashed alongside Ken, hacking the door open once more. Everybody was doing their hardest to destroy everything, while Jaerim stood by and watched. However, regardless of what they do, objects that cannot be destroyed by force will remain unaffected. Bella will be confined within. She will then share their destiny of being burnt by fire...

"Why don't we try climbing the other way around?" Noel had made an observation. He had witnessed the brunt of the powerful people's blows, but it had not even caused the door to creak. They are completely powerless.

"Isn't the front made of glass? It should not be stronger than this door, regardless of whether it was reinforced or not. We could slam it shut and free Bella."

"How are you going to get her out of there?" Jaerim consulted. "She couldn't walk and couldn't probably jump from a great height."

"Then we'll open it from the inside," Noel continued.

"If that's the case, Bella might be able to handle it on her own. Why do you believe she was unable to do so?"

Everyone in this world has a set of constraints, and Bella has the most. Other characters, at the very least, could travel the globe. Even the jester was able to escape. Bella will be unable to leave because she is unable to walk.

"What do you think we should do?" Noel scoured his brain for solutions. "The doors to the exits are still locked. They're probably still trying to open it."

Jaerim had been standing around, so he didn't realize that some of the shadows had gotten closer. One of them held his neck, preparing to rip it open with sharp fingers, but a baseball bat intercepted the hand, causing a shattering sound. Jaerim turned around just in time to observe one of the shadows' bodies being hacked.

The jester panted as he delivered the final blow to the shadow, which had vanished following the critical hit. With gritted teeth, he stared at Jaerim, his face clearly displaying his rage.

"What are you doing? Go complete your business! I couldn't stay here for very long," grumbled the jester.

Jaerim gestured to the door. "Is it possible to open this one with a key?"

"Excuse me?" says the speaker.

"Since we weren't able to destroy it, could we open it with a key?"

Elias was taken aback by Jaerim's reaction.

"How are you expected to open it if you don't have a key?" He c****d his head and smirked. "Locked doors are so named because they have locks on them. "Think with your head."

Before moving away to cover the new shadows forming in the corner, the jester gave Jaerim an odd glance. Jaerim gazed at Noel with a nonchalant expression on his face, as if he was unaffected by the insult. After hearing from Elias, Ken and his gang also came to a halt in whatever they were doing.

"How about we go find the key?" Jaerim discussed.

Noel rubbed his sore neck. Every second passes, his degree of irritation with the guy in front of him rises to an all-time high. Noel attempted to conceal his rage as he inquired with a false smile.

"Do you believe we'll be able to find it?"

"Didn't you mention you came across an old study room? Is it possible that it's there?" Ken remarked.

Jaerim simply shook his head. "It isn't there anymore."

"What do you mean?" Ken squinted.

"Why are the doors locked? It wasn’t locked before. Surely someone made it, doesn't it?" Jaerim made a point.

"Are you suggesting the arsonist has the keys?" Ken was taken aback.

"Yes, sir.”

"How are we supposed to obtain it?" 

They all have no idea who the arsonist is. Ken was thinking about how to break down the door rather than looking for the person who did it when he saw Jaerim's face light up. He came to a halt and asked Jaerim gently.

"Don't tell me, you happen to know who the arsonist is?"

A certain person is carrying a gas candle in an area devoid of people. As he walks past the vacant backstage, the mentioned guy has a stern expression on his face. The light from the center stage is visible from his current perspective, making him even more irritated. He was supposed to start the fire, but some crazed individual stepped in and took his place.

It's not like he should be the one to light the fire. He's really relieved that someone can be held responsible for the fire. What he didn't like was having his role stolen. As someone who had been traveling the world many times, he had understood many things.

One - there are more than ten simulations. It is only an estimate of acquiring a few decades of life, which is sufficient for a human lifespan. He who has tasted life beyond death is no longer willing to face death. The ten simulations are insufficient for him to exist indefinitely.

As a result, he desired immortality.

That is the second thing he discovered: the capacity to acquire life.

He was perplexed as to how they managed to achieve life by completing simulations. He assumed it was a deception involving a pact with the fate that allowed them to live till the end of their predetermined lifespan. It appears to be a ruse to get people to believe it.

There is no such thing as a pardoning death; rather, there is an exchange of life for the undesired death.

They are living the lives they took from others - the lives of those who perished as a result of Autumns. They couldn't just return the lifespan to the life and death cycle because it would break their system, so they had just have someone spend it.

He was astounded when he discovered the truth. The grim reapers appear to have amassed a large number of unused lives, which they must put to use in simulations and bribe Autumns. However, it is limited. They can only contribute what they believe is sufficient.

He was unable to accept it.

They have to cross a spider's thread because the simulations are usually tricky. He did not believe that that was sufficient compensation. So, he did something that no one could have ever thought of.

Killing a grim reaper.

To break the ten-simulation contract and be allowed a short amount of time, he must murder the being who linked him to the promised fate. He was told that was the only way he could get away from them.

"Killing a grim reaper is fairly simple," he remarked, amused by the chaos surrounding him. "In that way, I had become different."

He is currently a person who has never had a criminal record. He'll go undiscovered and won't have to go through the progression of life. He had also developed abilities and had grown stronger than he had been when he was still a human. At the very least, he could now easily deal with grim reapers.

He proceeded to the storage area for the props. A group was utilizing dozens of firecrackers on the third day of the competition. There are still a good number of them stored safely in the shade, ready to be used at the culmination of the competition. It's too bad there won't be a winner today.

"More than twenty people? This should account for at least 10 to twelve centuries of life.”

He knelt to look for the safe and opened it. However, what he encounters is an empty jar of sulfur-scented firecrackers. What remained were shards of colorful wrappers that had been used as packaging. He took the wrappers off to see if the firecrackers were hidden beneath the bright paper. But he came up empty-handed.

There aren't any.

"Wha-, where could it be?" 

Those were the words he wanted to say, but they were delivered by someone else. He looked up and saw someone sitting in one of the larger props, like an elite gentleman. The intruder's countenance is serene, and he waved his hand to demonstrate his cheerful enthusiasm.

"Didn't see what you were expecting?"

A few strands of his white hair swayed lightly at the sides of his face. Due to the darkness, his physique could not be seen entirely, but his white hair and brilliant golden eyes shone brightly in this atmosphere. Anyone who sees this set-up might think they're looking at an angel in a dusty corner.

Barron leaned forward, his head propped up in one of his hands, watching the Autumn in front of him. His eyes glowed brighter than usual, as if they had been ignited by fire. The individual being watched suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder. He sensed the threat posed by the grim reaper.

"It's fascinating how you were able to conceal such a large amount of negative karma. Very interesting," Barron added his two cents.

The Karma is so thick that it has become solid.