Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

Chapter 446 Revival Order

The Adjudicator and Aengus swiftly arrived at a section of the Underworld where two black-and-white ghosts sat at a table atop a raised platform, diligently writing something.

The souls before them, bound by heavy chains, radiated immense power. Each had accumulated extreme Karma—either through unimaginable sins or extraordinary merits. Because of their exceptional deeds or transgressions, they were to be judged exclusively by the Supreme Adjudicator himself.

Sensing an arrival, the dead souls, along with the black-and-white ghosts, abruptly paused.

Their quills halted mid-air as they lifted their gazes toward the Supreme Adjudicator—and the mysterious human standing beside him, whose presence felt utterly unfathomable.

"Master!"

They called out in unison.

Aengus studied them, immediately recognizing them as perfect copies of the original Black and White.

"Yes, you are correct, Great One," the Adjudicator confirmed. "They are the same in form, but not in consciousness. These are merely separate manifestations of Black and White, fulfilling their duties while their true selves train your son."

"I know..." Aengus nodded, his eyes already having seen through the truth.

"Oh, right... Your eyes are near-omniscient. What is this small trick to you..." The Adjudicator chuckled awkwardly, a trace of embarrassment in his voice.

Without further delay, he turned to the ghostly duo and took his seat at the obsidian desk.

"Bring forth the Book of Life and Death!" the Adjudicator commanded.

"Ah, yes, right away!"

The black-and-white ghosts bowed deeply before retrieving a massive, ancient tome.

Its cover bore the Yin-Yang diagram—a symbol of balance, of life and death itself.@@@@

Aengus knew precisely what this book was, as well as the extent of its power.

Its weight surpassed that of an entire universe.

Even though Black and White were among the most powerful Universal-level powerhouses, they visibly struggled as they lifted it together, their spectral forms straining under its immense burden.

"The Adjudicator scoffed. "How useless..." he muttered, effortlessly lifting the colossal book with one hand and placing it on the table.

Black and White shrank back in fear, their ghostly forms trembling. They dared not utter a word.

He waved his hand, revealing a projection of a lively young girl—her soul carrying a deep connection to Aengus.

The Adjudicator tilted his head. "Do you wish to change something? Perhaps you don't want that girl to be your daughter?"

Aengus pondered for a moment before shaking his head. "No need. She didn't take over my daughter—she was fated to be born as such. There's no need to alter anything."

The Adjudicator nodded. "As you wish, Great One. Shall I revive those who are currently in limbo or suffering in hell?"

Aengus's voice was firm. "Yes. Revive them and send them back to the same city, exactly where it once stood."

With that settled, Aengus was about to leave.

"Wait a moment, Great One."

Sensing his intent to depart, the Adjudicator called out.

Aengus turned back, his gaze calm. "Yes?"

The Adjudicator hesitated before speaking. "Should I continue with my plan to make your son, Aron, the next Heir? I feel the need for retirement and wish to explore the world of the living by reincarnating. May I have your permission?"

Aengus answered simply, "Let my son be the one to decide, Adjudicator. But you must not force him. I do not wish for him to spend his days in loneliness within this realm. However, if he chooses to bear the burden, I will not stop him either."

The Adjudicator bowed respectfully. "Then, I shall await his decision."

"Farewell."

With that, Aengus's form flickered and vanished from sight.

As the silence settled, Black turned toward the Adjudicator. "Who was that, Master?"

The Adjudicator's voice was solemn. "Our Creator and Protector."

At those words, the powerful souls present and even the Black and White clones trembled—realizing just how monumental the presence they had just witnessed truly was.

Regret settled deep within their souls. They hadn't even spoken a simple greeting to their Creator.

What if they had begged for a second chance—to redeem their sins, to right their wrongs, or even to fulfill a long-lost wish?

But alas, the moment had passed. Their chance was gone.

Now, they could only face the torment of hell, shackled by the weight of their past deeds, forever yearning for an opportunity that would never come.