Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 1120 - 866 Super Soul Company

Chapter 1120: Chapter 866 Super Soul Company

Upon hearing Yanagawa Fumihiko’s words, they all seemed a bit surprised.

"Honma Noriko’s soul is gone?" Farosa frowned.

Hadn’t she drunk melted gold, burning her stomach alive to death?

Yanagawa Fumihiko saw their reactions and slowly nodded, as if hearing great news.

"Yes, I know the lady finds it hard to escape her misfortune, but she certainly wouldn’t fall by your hands. As long as the lady is still alive, I can be at peace." Yanagawa Fumihiko said calmly.

"What about the ghost of the Laughing Star?" Cyber Specter asked.

"Too noisy on the way, got eaten by the Bird of Death." Yanagawa Fumihiko replied.

"Forget it. Honma Noriko is alive and well among humans, yet you truly died in battle. Didn’t Honma Noriko sell you out?" Cyber Specter said.

"Yes." Farosa said coldly, "She treated you like a dead dog, letting you die in battle beneath the Khalifa Spire. You’re dead, she’s still alive, that’s how she treats her number one protector."

"I am willing to die for the lady." Yanagawa Fumihiko said, without guilt.

"You’re really good at being a lapdog." Wei Shiyue said, "Even my fans aren’t as good as you."

"You don’t understand, you’ll never understand." Yanagawa Fumihiko’s gaze fell on Easter, "—Wait, Easter? Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be with the Seven Seals?"

"All along, I’ve only wanted to use love to protect this world. Now I’ve come to this lifeless, dark place, which seems to need my ’love’ the most. If I can bring light and clarity to this gloomy place, I’ll be satisfied." Easter smiled slightly.

"..." Yanagawa Fumihiko said nothing.

"So Easter looks strange, right? I feel so too." Farosa shrugged, glancing at the City of the Dead in front of them, "What kind of ghost place is this?"

"A place where dead people reside." Yanagawa Fumihiko crossed his arms, "There haven’t been soul patrols for many days, souls only come in and don’t go out, so the area keeps expanding. But I’m just a newcomer here, as ignorant as you about most things. I only know the Super Soul Company is the overlord here."

"Super Soul Company?" Farosa was startled, "How can there be a company in the Afterlife World?"

"It was like this: initially, there were no companies in the Afterlife World. Back then, the Afterlife World had many punitive measures. Ghosts came here mainly to suffer. They were divided into 18 layers, each with different tortures, like tongue pulling, boiling, eye piercing, very terrifying." Yanagawa Fumihiko explained.

"Avici Hell? But now it’s completely different." Farosa looked around at the tall stone buildings.

"Yes, the souls of the first batch of entrepreneurs came to the Afterlife World. They found the large number of souls here and saw business opportunities. They convinced the powerful ghosts of the time, including Dead Earth Pomorty himself, saying it was a waste of resources to let ghosts simply suffer. So they formed the Super Soul Company together. Many famous entrepreneurs you knew in life, like Malonney, Musk, Marclaude, came here after death and quickly joined the Super Soul Company, continuing to exert their business acumen." Yanagawa Fumihiko explained.

"...How can it be so terrifying." Farosa was deeply startled.

This is beyond companies never sleeping; this is companies never dying!

They entered the City of the Dead, where towering soul apartments were built everywhere, densely like pigeonhole buildings in reality, all made of uniform black rock.

Human high-capacity apartments still require elevators, but souls are "floats," flying back and forth, so the apartments are built taller, with no property management, just small rock compartments.

At work time, ghosts float out of their black rock apartments uniformly, numb and void, heading to workplaces, floating over Farosa’s head, gathering like a school of catfish.

They carry their "soul equipment," seemingly made from some kind of soul substance, used for calculations or clerical work, suggesting even ghosts have developed a unique death tech tree, relying on soul quality to drive technological advancements.

"Is everything here paid for with souls?" Farosa asked.

"Yes, different people’s souls have different scales. A soul is comprised of your emotions, memories, and personality. Some people come in with full emotions, perfect memories, and rich personalities, so they have a ’big soul’, as if they are naturally wealthier than others. While some are emotionally deficient, with nothing memorable, and a despicable personality, they become very small ghosts. To sustain their existence in the Afterlife World, ghosts must work strenuously, finding ways to earn soul substance in the Super Soul Company to make up for themselves; if they lose in competition, they will be devoured by stronger souls, disappearing without a trace," Yanagawa Fumihiko explained.

As expected, as they observed, it was easy to see ghosts of various sizes. Those powerful ghosts already had their living appearance retained, looking as though they originated from all over the world, with people from the Eastern Hemisphere and Western Hemisphere alike. In contrast, weak ghosts had indistinct appearances and were very short and timid.

"You can’t eat weak ghosts, you know," Easter turned to the ghosts following them.

"Oh oh!"

"Got it!"

"We were originally planning to reincarnate." The thousands of ghosts complied with them.

Reincarnation, Farosa noted silently. Given that the path for ghosts to reincarnate was already cut off, more ghosts are accumulated here, becoming targets for exploitation by the Super Soul Company.

Yanagawa Fumihiko took them to inspect the largest industry of the Super Soul Company: mining. Ghosts were extracting energy substance from the core of the entire planet, mining some primordial spiritual energy from it and transporting it away. These ghosts labored diligently, extremely hardworking.

"This is the Afterlife World, why soul sources are abundant, because these planetary sources are right here," Yanagawa Fumihiko raised his blurry finger, pointing towards the distant earth.

In the vast abyss, bluish-green light continually sparkled, with weak ghosts laboring inside, carrying out massive orbs of light, sending them ashore for processing.

Farosa noticed, although the labor was handled by these frail little ghosts, the soul substance they earned was very little; the vast majority of soul substance ended up in the hands of the upper management of the Super Soul Company and ghost entrepreneurs.

Many extremely large ghosts could be seen sitting atop the City of the Dead, bloated, wide-bodied, nearly bursting from the endless stream of souls—each corporate ghost was tens of thousands of times larger than the ordinary working little ghost.

In some office buildings of the Super Soul Company, those ghosts whose appearances were decent worked diligently, maintaining the management of lower-tier ghosts, collecting data, formulating production plans, and establishing a soul communication network to exchange messages across the vast Afterlife World.

Their labor appeared lighter, yet they earned more soul substance, each shining considerably brighter than the little ghosts. Moreover, they had opportunities for rest; once fatigued, they could collectively return to their black stone apartments.

As for the little ghosts truly digging for the death energy substance in the bottomless mine pits, many self-disintegrated amidst the arduous labor, having no rest, their souls dimming, seemingly gradually forgetting worldly emotions, memories, and personalities.

They were forced to work incessantly, using their hands and crude tools to mine the source of this world. The source is the origin of all souls, containing precious energy, yet although it’s they who excavate it, they themselves are unable to use it.

"What do you intend to do in the Super Soul Company?" Farosa turned.

"Those esteemed guests know me, I have lived over 100 years, aware of the leadership in the Super Soul Company, after chatting with them, they plan to give me quite a few gifts, let me train some battle-savvy ghost guards to suppress the resistance of ghost miners. You should know that the number of ghosts joining the Afterlife World in these past few months only increases. The Great Maelstrom at the end of the Styx River meant for reincarnation is completely sealed; for the Super Soul Company, managing newcomers has increased several levels in difficulty."

"Take us to kill them," Farosa said.

"Why should I help you do things?" Yanagawa Fumihiko was unmoved. "If it weren’t for you, I’d still be together with the madam."

Yanagawa Fumihiko refused to serve them, merely leading them through the City of the Dead.

Everywhere were advertisements, promoting some New World domains, which are actually other realms connected to the Afterlife World—some unmanaged and desolate, some explored and developed by the Super Soul Company into vacation resorts. These ads encouraged ghosts to purchase soul substance in installments to enjoy a beautiful life in the New World.

"Experience beautiful beaches like when alive! Only 9998 soul substance!"

"Devote to the Super Soul Company! Gold-level employee of the month enjoys a 3-day paid vacation!"

"Truly eternal resting place! Already dead, treat yourself well! Cemetery World spots, Supreme installments in 24 periods, friends and family enjoy a discount! One buys a spot, the whole family gets buried!"

"This company is too terrifying," Easter murmured.

"Not terrifying at all. Before entrepreneurs entered the Afterlife World, ghosts lived lives more painful than death, constantly tortured and harmed, unable to even earn the soul substance needed to sustain their existence throughout the year, living entirely in darkness. Now the Super Soul Company has given ghosts legitimate jobs, greatly increased production capacity, improved the circumstances of numerous ghosts, creating a modern ghost life worthy of protection. In the mere two hundred years since the entrepreneurs entered the Afterlife World, the material, soul technology, and culture produced surpass what was accumulated in tens of thousands of years in the past," Yanagawa Fumihiko remained indifferent.