Capítulo 8: Congratulations
"May I ask first what determines whether a deceased person could be an examinee or not?"
Dry laughter came out of her lips.
Even she didn't know why was she prolonging her agony when she could just ask directly and then go to where she should go. What was with this mentality? Cowardice? A natural response to things, or truth, that makes people afraid?
"Naturally, not all people are given the chance to be assessed. They have to be very lucky. They must first catch the attention of some very special and revered entities who would give a recommendation for them. It is a system that has been working since time immemorial. You'll never know if the heroes and fantastic people in your history are just lucky reincarnated people or people sent back in time."
Thankfully, the guide was a goodnatured one, so it entertained her question. Or perhaps, his nonchalance was because no matter what they said and did in this compact space, it would all be forgotten by the other party.
"Special and revered entities… gods?" Those were the terms that caught her attention more.
The guide nodded softly in his form that was invisible to the girl. Zhang Mei Xing fell into silence, failing to come up with a new question to distract themselves. After deep contemplation, she sighed and stopped hesitating.
With her floating pair of eyeballs looking sideways, she finally asked, "So am I to be reborn? Or to be sent to heaven or hell now?"
The various deities know how nervous and fidgety she was when the words rang from her.
As if the other party was simply waiting for her to bring that topic up, he swayed. It looked to her that the person was emitting positive energy. Zhang Mei Xing naturally held hope. And then got nervous when the guide slowly flew towards her.
"Congratulations." Instead of saying a simple yes or no, the word came out of the guide's unseen mouth.
It naturally threw her into more confusion, or more like, a part of her was lit up by expectations. Those words… Why would one be congratulated by another person?
It was usually for a good reason, right?
Zhang Mei Xing held her breath and watched as the right sleeve part of the floating shirt rose to slightly above her eyesight. She thought it went for her brain, or maybe just the forehead. She felt no whatsoever sensation on that part, so she was not sure.
Now that she thought about it, why didn't she realize that the guide would not be the one to meet her if she had failed.
"You must thank me for being so considerate." The voice of the other party echoed again.
The moment that she heard that, she felt like her eyes involuntarily widened and she was overwhelmed by the rush of emotion. There was no way to describe what she felt.
What else would this declaration mean?
She passed, right?!
She definitely passed!
After all, even if one used only a percentage of their brain to think, his words could only point to that.
'My god.'
For a moment, the girl had an urge to cry, feeling like it was a miracle considering how boring her life was before her death.
She had no way to tell what the guide did, but she had a strong feeling it was nothing bad. If anything, he was the one who made her feel so ecstatic more than when she got her professional license and got accepted into a good company with an above-average salary.
Out of extreme elation, she jumped, which only looked to the other party as a pair of brightly lit eyes bouncing up and down on an invisible platform in the air.
She said, "Thank you."
"Thank you!" She repeated emotionally.
"You're welcome, Examinee Zhang Mei Xing," he said laughingly, delighted by her response.
Behind her, a powerful suction force emerged, pulling her into it, and she had no way to resist it. Yet she instinctively knew that it would not do her any harm.
The conversation formally ended when a flash of light, as bright as a thousand spotlights shining in a single place, appeared behind her and swallowed her up.
Perhaps it was because of the light, the full image of a person in the middle materialize, a woman with an above-average face that would turn at least seven heads out of ten. She deeply bowed to the guide before she shut her eyes tightly.
A moment later, Zhang Mei Xing disappeared from there and the room became completely devoid of her presence... like she had never shown up there in the first place.
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