Death... and me

The Death Spirits approaching them were very apprehensive. They were part of the patrolling groups that watched the surroundings of the Universal Transition Organization.

Most Death Spirits who took this job felt it to be meaningless. After all, no other race could do what they could. No other race would ever come to this place. Even Roan, back then, when he was forced to take this job, felt like it had no point. Fortunately for him, he stood out within the Death Spirits in his job of guiding souls, so he never had to do patrol again.

They weren't wrong. Ever since the Organization was formed, the only race to ever approach it was the Death Spirit Race, which lived and worked there. This was an Organization formed way after the events of the Extinction Sphere, though. It was born out of the necessity of having something capable of controling the deaths of this side of the Universe.

Different from the cultivation side of the Universe, souls couldn't reach the Reincarnation Path on their own. Death Spirits ended up being the ones who guided them to said Reincarnation Path. Roan, obviously, was one of those countless spirits back in the past.

When the Death Spirits got close, Roan glanced at Rean and shared his memories of the Death Spirts' Language. Thanks to that, Rean was able to learn it instantly. Only then did Roan speak with the Death Spirits ahead. "I'm Death Spirit Q2MK09257LB, Tera. Due to uncertain circumstances, I lost the connection with the Universal Transition organization. I'm requesting entry so that I can go through the proper procedures to reinstate my connection."

The three Death Spirits in front of them were taken aback. "You? A Death Spirit?"

"As if!" One of them immediately refused to believe. "Do you think I can't feel your living soul? Who are you? No one was supposed to ever get to this place."

"Indeed," the third one agreed. "Just the fact you know about the existence of Death Spirits is quite unbelievable. No race in this Universe is aware of our existence."

Roan wasn't angry by their refusal. If it was him, he probably would have been even more skeptical. "I comprehend your doubts. However, I have just provided you with my Identification Number. As long as you run a check, you should have no trouble confirming my identity. Also..." Roan then thought about his master, who he wasn't sure if he really knew anymore. "Death Spirit Instructor PL1205667JT, Kafan, should be able to vouch for me."

The three Death Spirits then went silent for a moment. Roan couldn't feel them using any Divine Sense. Yet, as a previous Death Spirit, he knew they were talking to each other through the Death Energy that Death Spirits could use.

After a while, the Death Spirit, who seemed to be the leader of that group, spoke. "I will have to check with the Organization. I ask you to stay here and wait until we can get back to you."

Roan nodded. "Not a problem. We shall remain outside the protection ring. Considering your abilities, it will probably take two Time Units and a half for you to go there and come back. It's nothing much."

The Death Spirits had their own way of measuring time, and seeing Roan judging it accurately at least gave them some comfort. Perhaps he was really a Death Spirit. It's just that something really bizarre must have happened for him to appear here with a living body.

However, the Death Spirit leader had something else to ask. "What about these friends of yours? Are they Death Spirits too? The Life Energy from the kid there is quite weird, though, even for living beings."

"No," Roan didn't want to lie. "They are indeed living beings. However, they are also connected to the reason I'm trapped inside a living body. Don't worry. Just run the check, and then everything will turn clear."

"Very well," finally, seeing that Roan's group didn't seem to want to cause trouble, the Death Spirits accepted the situation. The leader of the group then looked to one of the Death Spirits on the side. "Nallafa, go back there and check the information. Have this guy's instructor come out to check his identity as well."

"Alright," the Death Spirit quickly accepted the order and used the Death Energy to open a door. Right after, it entered inside, and the door disappeared.

Rean then asked Roan curiously. "How long does Two and a half Units of time take?"

"Around forty minutes or so," Roan answered.

Suddenly, the leader of the Death Spirits' group spoke again. "Say, if you are really a Death Spirit, how did you get like that? What impresses me more is that you are out in the open void and don't seem to be struggling to stay alive."

Roan nodded. "You know as well as me that there are a few races in this Universe capable of surviving in the void, no?"

Yet, the Death Spirit refutes. "Yes, there are a few. They are extremely rare, but they exist. However, you also know that we death spirits can see the difference between such races and this body of yours. Or even the bodies of those behind you. I'm not sure about the kid, but I'm sure that you, the guy who is your copy with white hair, and the feathered guy are definitely not that kind of beings. For example, you have lungs, an obvious trait of a race that breathes some kind of air. Yet, there is no air here."

Roan understood their surprise. After all, there is no Spiritual or Divine Energy on this side of the Universe. Probably only those as old as Roan's master or in a high position in the Organization would understand that they are cultivators. "You are not wrong. However, I'm not sure if I should talk about it. Don't get me wrong. There are definitely a few high-ranked Death Spirits who are aware of the reason, but I might implicate you if I talk about something you shouldn't know."

The Death Spirit could only accept those words and stay silent from there onwards. He could feel that Roan wasn't lying. Perhaps it was better to not talk anymore.

Forty minutes passed very fast, and finally, another 'door' appeared nearby. From inside, Naffala came out.