Spirit and body become one.

A miraculous phenomenon, the manifestation of a person’s inner strength.

Such union grants an extraordinary power, one that knows no bounds: the Spirit Mode.

In order to quickly awaken the Spirit Mode, Lied together with Zaccharias joined a cluster of dead people seeking reincarnation by passing Mictlan’s trials.

The group passed their first two trials with flying colors, and now it all comes down to one last final trial as the clock ticks away…

5th Underworld Level, Third trial floor

The large metal door closed behind them as they entered the final chamber. Lied was predictably tired after his herculean effort, which did not go unnoticed.

“Lied, are you sure…?” Luna was worried about him.

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“I’ll get some rest later” Lied said without delay.

They paid attention to a series of giant mountains, connected in a line by high ground, that blocked their way. It was the last hurdle hindering them from reincarnating.

“Unless there’s a surprise, it seems that the goal is to force the passage open” Zaccharias remarked.

“Phew, no more sharp blades or immortal man-eaters…” Hector breathed a sigh of relief.

Lied stayed put in front of the mountain range. The teenager tried to move the mountains with the little strength he had left. The aztecs watched uneasily.

He took his hands off the whopper for a moment, the mountain range did not budge an inch. It would not be easy to move something so heavy. To make matters worse, the weariness prevented him from using Expandability again. Reality knocked on their door…

“It’s over…” Eduardus smiled a painful smile.

“Darn it!” Hector kicked the air.

“W-What will become of us…?” Liana started panicking.

“Was everything we’ve been through for nothing?” even Luna was losing heart.

The frustration of their wishes was overwhelming. Zaccharias did not quite know what to say either. That was when Lied peered through a crack out of curiosity and saw a ghost. The young man fell back as the spirit crossed over to the other side as if the mountain range were not there. He was a forest green-haired man in his early twenties who wore formal attire.

“It’s nice to meet you, everyone, especially you, Lied. My name is Meshulam” the very first God of Death greeted them as he placed his hand on his chest and smiled kindly.

[END OF CHAPTER]