Three Sins Against Heaven

Cold, bone-chilling cold that wouldn't go away, and Dylan Chen felt himself continuously falling, with no end in sight.

Dylan slowly opened his eyes, looking around in confusion.

This was a misty space, directionless and endless.

Moreover, it was eerily silent.

Dylan looked down at his ethereal body and murmured, "Am I dead?"

"Not dead, but close enough."

A cold, mocking voice suddenly sounded in his ear, and the surrounding mist churned, coalescing into the form of an old man in gray robes with a ghostly body.

"Who are you?" Dylan was startled and quickly stepped back.

The old man in gray robes gave a sinister smile, "You came to my domain, and I haven't even asked who you are, yet you dare to question me."

Dylan held his forehead, trying to recall. His blurry memories gradually became clear. He remembered that he had sought death by crashing into that stone pillar, and when he opened his eyes again, he was here.

"Could this be the nether world? Are you a judge?" Dylan asked.

"You don't seem stupid, so why are you talking nonsense?" the old man in gray robes mocked.

"This isn't the nether world, but..." Before Dylan could finish, he realized something.

The stone pillar had mentioned a slim chance of survival. He had thought it was a lie, but could it be true? Could this old man be that slim chance?

"Please, save me, senior," Dylan quickly bowed.

The old man in gray robes sneered, "Another reckless fool. There's no such thing as a slim chance of survival. The words on that stone pillar were carved by a little bastard to lure you Spirit Slaves to your deaths. Tsk tsk, draining your Spiritual Energy and making you willingly die. That little bastard really knows how to use everything to its fullest. He covets the things inside the stone pillar, and I'm waiting for someone. He doesn't know of my existence, but his actions indirectly help me. I rely on the souls of fools like you to survive."

Dylan was stunned, and his eyes dimmed completely.

"So, it's all a lie. There's no slim chance of survival, just deception. But having hope is better than none. Dying with dignity is also fine."

"That's the right way to think, kid. Your soul will soon dissipate, and you won't survive. Why not offer your soul to me and let me live on for you?" The old man in gray robes laughed wickedly, his ghostly body drifting towards Dylan, pointing a finger at Dylan's forehead.

Dylan's head immediately throbbed with pain. He could feel an invisible hand invading his mind, forcefully rummaging through his memories.

"Get away from me!" Dylan clenched his fist and swung at the old man, but his fist passed through the ghostly body without causing any harm.

"So, your name is Dylan Chen." The old man drifted around Dylan like a specter, "You're almost dead, why struggle? Let me devour your soul, and when I get out, I can find your mother and deliver a few words for you."

"Really?" Dylan's hands stopped moving, and he stared at the old man, "If you can deliver a few words to my mother, I'm willing to give you my soul."

Hearing this, the old man didn't seem pleased but rather angry. He kicked Dylan hard, sending him flying dozens of meters away.

"Useless!"

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"Where's the cunning and courage you showed outside?" The old man vanished and reappeared in front of Dylan, kicking him again.

Though Dylan's attacks were ineffective, the old man's kicks were excruciatingly painful.

"With just a little probing, you fell for it. How can you become a demonic cultivator like this?"

"Useless thing!"

The old man kicked Dylan around like a ball, causing him great pain. Each kick felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. Fortunately, Dylan's body wasn't real at the moment, or he would have been reduced to a pulp.

After dozens of kicks, the old man stomped down, sending Dylan crashing down heavily.

Luckily, there was no ground here, or he would have been smashed to pieces.

"Useless!" The old man cursed again, finally venting his anger, standing with his back to Dylan.

Dylan steadied himself, his soul floating like the old man's. He flew to the old man and bowed again.

"I know you might be deceiving me, but having a sliver of hope is better than none. If I'm going to die by your hand, let me die with this hope."

"Then die," the old man said coldly, raising his hand and striking down at Dylan's skull.

Dylan closed his eyes, ready to face death, his mind filled with thoughts of his mother.

However, after a long while, the expected pain didn't come.

Dylan slowly opened his eyes, seeing the old man standing far away, his expression no longer cold but gentle.

"Kid, do you want to live?" the old man asked warmly.

"But you said there's no slim chance of survival," Dylan asked, stunned.

"But you are the one I've been waiting for," the old man winked and laughed like a mischievous old man.

"Really?" Dylan's hope rekindled.

"Of course," the old man nodded slightly, "but you must do three things for me."@@novelbin@@

"I agree!" Dylan nodded immediately.

"I haven't even told you what they are, and you agree? Foolish," the old man raised his hand to hit him but held back, cursing, "Brainless thing!"

Dylan said seriously, "As long as I can live, I'll do anything."

"Don't rush, listen to me first," the old man's lips moved slightly, his voice echoing in Dylan's mind.

Dylan's eyes quickly filled with shock and fear. The things the old man wanted him to do were terrifying just to hear, and he felt he couldn't do them.

The old man floated to Dylan, placing a hand on his shoulder, coaxing him.

"Kid, if you don't agree, your soul will soon dissipate. With your talent, without my help, you'll never escape and will die like other Spirit Slaves. Fate is determined by heaven, leaving only a slim chance for people to fight for. You were born lowly, with a humble fate. To defy the heavens, you must take extreme measures, or you'll be trampled underfoot forever. Those so-called virtues and morals have nothing to do with you. They were made by bastards high above to trap people like you, but they don't follow them themselves. Whoever believes in them is a fool. The rope always breaks at the thinnest point, and heaven always bullies honest people. Good people don't live long. Kid, chances to change your fate are rare. If you miss this, there won't be another. Think of your mother, think of your companions who died for you. Are you willing to die like this?"

Dylan hesitated for a long time, looking at the Copper Coin in his hand, his eyes gradually firming.

"Alright, I agree!"