Kapitel 172: Land Dispute

In a slightly confusing state, I wake up from my past life regression.

I am looking around my cave, feeling as though I am drifting through time and space. I'm not really sure who I am right now.

"Master, are you okay?" Dea asks.

"I am not sure," I reply, trying to feel my body. It is much better than before. It seems like the meditation really helped my body. I can see brighter right now.

I am touching my head, unsure of what I just experienced. Me, as the king of hell, ate angels. I think I might be going crazy.

I take a deep breath and lay down for a bit, "I need to rest, my mind can't accept what I just experienced. Dea, do you believe humans live and die, then live again, and one way to reach nirvana is by choosing to help people in hell, by being the king of hell?"