"Wait a mont, Mr. Rodriguez! What about... us? Don't we have to be judged for our deeds?" a man stood up and said.
Shiller looked at him with so surprise, assessed him for a mont and then said, "Those whose nas aren't called are disqualified. Do you need to explain further?"
"But we..."
At this point, the lead generals and representatives stopped him. The General spoke, "It might be his ploy! We can't just oblige him! I want to see how long he can pull this off!"
"Isn't this supposed to be Heaven? Then let's just stay here. We won't get thirsty or hungry. What can he do to us?!"
After hearing these words, the others also found them reasonable, so they sat back down.
At this ti, the Magic Screen once again lit up. The devilish figure that appeared on the screen was phisto.
"Hey? Hey? Shiller, where are those eliminated waste souls you ntioned? I'll send a demon to fetch them. My new tornt package is lacking a few experint subjects..."
"Oh, Lord phisto..." Shiller glanced at the generals and representatives who were sitting there and said, "just have your staff teleport here, they are waiting here, and regarding the previously discussed paynt..."
phisto snorted, "I help you deal with your trash, and you still ask for my money? ...Crafty humans, but alright, considering we will be colleagues in the future..."
He snapped his fingers, and imdiately, a burst of flas appeared in the middle of the room. phisto's human figure erged in the midst of the room. At this point, everyone else had already left the eting room, leaving only the representatives and generals.
phisto approached and said carefully, "Is this the group? Let see... their soul activity is not great, but their sins are indeed significant..."
Having said so, he waved his hand and a several chains with flas tied up everyone. The burning soul flas ca in contact with their souls. In that mont, everyone scread out in agony.
In this world, there is nothing more painful than torturing and burning the soul directly.
Almost instantaneously, everyone's sanity collapsed. Shiller stepped forward and stopped phisto, "My lord, isn't this too much? Human souls cannot handle such torture. If you confine them like this, their souls will shatter even before reaching Hell..."
phisto made a disgusted face and said, "Humans are a trouble, fine..."
He extinguished the fire on the shackles but continued to drag the chains towards the gate to Hell, while at this ti, everyone was crying in despair.
"No! I don't want to go to Hell! I can't go to Hell... it's terrifying! Help, Jesus! Help ..."
"Let us go... let us go... this is a nightmare, wake up, I beg you..."
Shiller and Strange stood by, arms folded, Shiller tutted, "I wonder what package they'll choose in Hell, their service is becoming more and more professional..."
"Wait... Shiller!!" General Manly scread, "Save us, we are humans, you can't watch as the devils take us away..."
Strange nudged Shiller with his elbow and said, "Didn't you hear that old devil? They are the experintal subjects for the new tornt packages, they can't decide this..."
Shiller shook his head again and whispered sothing to Strange. Finally, the two leading figures broke down, screaming:
"Save us!! We'll do anything!!!"
"Shiller!! We're willing to pay any price!!!"
In an instant, the chains scattered, the group collapsed onto the floor only to see shiny shoes stop in front of them. When they looked up, a shadow spread over them.
In their blurry vision, all they saw was Shiller squatting down with a wicked smile on his face.
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