"No, no, no, you really aren't." The black mist surged, trying to quell the man's icy demeanor.
The man, however, did not think much of it and opened his arms, lying down towards the incredibly quiet Dark River behind him.
That was the deepest part of hell.
He has always been reckless and unruly. When he looked up, not a single spirit had just come up to disturb him.
Those desires that were originally surging out as soon as he entered the Dark River, scattered and fled before they could even touch him.
On that day, the evil spirits, who had committed numerous wrongdoings, gathered together for a small meeting.
"Was that adult in a bad mood?"
"Very bad!"
"What should we do then? Are we still going out?"
"If you didn't even want to be a ghost, you can try to see if you can leave."
