After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Joy, fear, sadness, anger...

Complex and intense emotions entangled Oswald's soul, and countless memories were awakened like a revolving lantern, converging into a series of spliced ​​dramas.

His monotonous and tedious life repeated itself, revealing his underlying loneliness and nihilism.

Oswald, whose consciousness flickered like a lamp, occasionally remembered his own existence. He didn't know how long he had waited before the curtain finally fell on the drama.

(Too slow.)

Oswald, calmly awakening, extinguished the chaotic emotions in his mind. It was both fortunate and unfortunate that Oswald's generation possessed an exceptionally high level of mental resilience.

There's nothing I can't forget, nothing that's etched in my memory; it's simply accepting everything, accepting what's beyond my control, and not forcing anything.

In fact, in the flashback memories, he rarely made choices that were truly his own. Every major choice was simply a matter of accepting the situation and then finding a way to continue on his own path.

For example, some abstract system, for some unknown reason, takes a liking to him, not only breaking its contract but also forcing him to stay in this world to suffer.

[Host, your soul has been directly attacked. We suggest you examine yourself carefully again to avoid any lasting effects.]

Even now, the system is amazed by Oswald's mental fortitude. To put it nicely, it's called fearless courage; to put it bluntly, Oswald's sensitive heart tends to take everything for granted in a clearly adversarial relationship.

Oswald frowned; it turned out that the knife also had a mental attack capability.

(for example?)

[For example, suddenly becoming irritable or something]

(Don't be surprised, I quit smoking for more than half a year. Everyone said that during that time I was like a powder keg that could explode at any moment. Also, when I speak Mandarin, I often feel a sense of repression in my personality, and I always feel like I want to tear myself apart.)

[......]

[It's good that the host is alright. You've been unconscious for three whole months, and this system has already done some research for you. We're not going to escape this makeshift prison for the time being.]

Upon hearing this, Oswald, who was slowly taking control of his body from the system, first looked up and surveyed his surroundings.

On the endless, flat land, thick smoke and flames spewed forth, while the wind that blew was incredibly cold, as if howling in one's ears.

Oswald was stunned for a long time before asking a question.

(Is this hell?)

[It can be understood that a healthy world usually requires methods to scatter the souls of the living, as well as mysterious areas for punishing the souls.]

(So, the world I originally lived in really did have hell and the underworld?)

The system jolted, its static crackling slightly. [It's far more terrifying than you imagine, host. You shouldn't be investigating such a dangerous secret.]

Oswald sighed, "Blue Star... what other surprises do you have that I don't know about? What happened to the First Legion having no secrets?"

As he pondered, the system slowly floated out of Oswald's body, revealing its true form as a large fur ball.

(What? Trying to back out and run away?)

Finding himself unable to speak, Oswald could only continue communicating with the system through his mind. He leisurely poked the system's large tail, causing a fluctuation in the system's soul—in reality, Oswald was unable to directly contact the soul body.

[Stop joking, host. This is a psionic space. You'd better detach from your physical body first so I can use the system space to store your body, lest it undergo some strange distortions or mutations.]

(Heh, it wasn't any better to begin with.)

Despite their bickering, Oswald quickly completed an astral projection under the system's guidance. After floating in mid-air for a while, he silently watched as the system stored his physical body back into the space.

Honestly, it's kind of creepy.

(So ​​much time has passed, are you able to detect what's happening in the real world?)

As if it had gotten used to attaching itself to Oswald, the system jumped onto his shoulder and clung firmly to him with its two little paws.

No, it shouldn't be a big problem. If a major problem arises, there's nothing we can do.

(Are you complaining?)

Since he was already there, and the goddess didn't seem to intend to torment him, Oswald floated in mid-air through the billowing smoke and began to observe this hellish world.

[No, this system just thinks the higher-ups are shameless. Going through the back door isn't a big deal, but you wasted fifty years of your lifespan and only got a copy card...]

[Other transmigrators could simply buy this from the system shop.]

Oswald, who had initially thought it was nothing, was suddenly speechless. What else could he ask for? He didn't even have the system shop function.

(Don't worry, I might live to be 150. Besides, I'm practically immortal, why would I care about lifespan?)

Since they were already well-acquainted, Oswald didn't want to say many things.

He did act impulsively, which led to the current situation.

(Speaking of which, where did that bony hand that was holding me go? Didn't it fall in with us?)

The scenery before him was monotonous and somewhat empty. Oswald flew for a long time but found nothing else. Looking out from a high vantage point, all he could see was thick, scorching smoke and flames.

The system shook its long, fluffy tail and said irritably.

Don't even think about that thing. That bone hand is also a relic of a god; it's probably already fallen to the lower realms.

Immediately halting flight, Oswald poked the system's forehead, eliciting a hiss from the cat-like creature.

Oswald sighed helplessly. (How many times have I told you to clarify the information first? Is this place really divided into many layers?)

[There are only three levels. You're on the first level, and there are two more below us.] The system smiled sinisterly. [It's not anything special, yet it can build eighteen levels of hell. Being able to create a stable psionic space is already close to the limit of the goddess's power in this world.]

The system then explained to Oswald the knowledge about psionic spaces.

The most precious thing in the universe is not life, but the soul. Life is just a vessel for the soul, which is why systems often resort to soul-travel to intervene in other worlds.

Having a soul means you can do whatever you want; you don't need to worry about how you got it.

Despite the powerful image of the Goddess of Life—as the creator of life and the originator of all things—she doesn't actually own souls; at most, she only has the right to use them.

After losing their lives, most souls in this world return to the system's headquarters, a phenomenon commonly known as "returning to heaven."

The psionic space can be understood as a self-employed version of the system's headquarters.

As long as you are strong and powerful enough as the ruler of the world, so that the system and those cheaters can't do anything to you, you can completely introduce your soul into your own spiritual energy space and achieve an endless cycle of life.

Of course, if the gods occasionally leave behind a few favorite souls or collect a few figurines, the systems won't say anything.

[The two lower levels of psionic space were likely built by the previous two goddesses; it seems they had a long-term vision...]

[However, host, don't even think about going down to check. They have already perished and left, and the space can no longer grant you access.]

Upon hearing this, Oswald nodded.

The goddess really picked a good place for him. Now, it's time to seriously think about how to escape.