Even in the Netherworld, they were at the bottom of the food chain.
But fortunately, at the lowest level of Hell, after death they were not further despised.
"They are lucky to be so cherished by you after death."
Luo En’s gaze swept over the tens of thousands of spear cages in the valleys on both sides, showing a trace of reflection in his eyes.
Although this Goddess of the Underworld appeared gloomy and indifferent, shouldering the burden of death that ordinary people feared to avoid, her true nature held a hint of warmth.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t bother consuming her own magic power to create small houses like spear cages as a shelter for these souls, allowing their rationale and self to be maintained a bit longer.
Nor would she maintain the operation of the Temple day and night, bringing a bit of light and warmth underground.
After a moment of silence, Luo En gripped the flower seeds in his hand and sincerely praised:
"Actually, in my opinion, flowers have long since bloomed in this desolate land."
"It is you, a beautiful and warm flower of the Netherworld."
Hearing the admiration and sincerity contained in those words, Aile’s delicate face immediately turned red:
"I just feel that the Mortal World already has too much misfortune and injustice, and at least in this world after death, they can be treated fairly."
Subsequently, she earnestly explained to the listener in front of her how she practiced "equality."
In the Babylonian Divine Era, the Sumerians believed that one’s fate after death depended on some rather incidental factors, usually whether the handling of the corpse met standards, whether the funeral rites were detailed and thorough, whether the living relatives made offerings to the God for them, and whether there were sufficient burial goods prepared for them.
But as the Queen of the Netherworld, Aile rarely judged the actions of newly arrived souls while alive, only ordering her clerk to register the souls’ names. After the trials of the seven gates, all souls would be stripped of traits like identity, property, and status, bad people wouldn’t be punished, and good people wouldn’t be rewarded. Although the mortal world had all kinds of injustices, death seemed specifically equal; the soul of a king and the soul of an ordinary person received the same treatment, dead was dead.
Under death, all beings are equal!
After listening to this impassioned speech, a strange expression appeared on Luo En’s face:
"Is this the ’equality’ you pursue?"
"Uh, maybe this should be called ’letting things rot.’"
Luo En gave this evaluation and then seriously asked:
"Don’t you think that as long as they die, all their crimes can be erased, and they get the same treatment as those who lived diligently, isn’t this very unfair?"
Aile was shocked and at a loss for words.
Indeed, what seemed like fair treatment turned out to be an indulgence of injustice.
But, what should be done?
As the Queen of the Netherworld, she ruled this desolate and dead world alone, usually presenting a dignified and cold image. The departed souls feared her, resulting in her having no one to communicate with, naturally, she had never seriously contemplated this rather profound issue.
However, in this area, Luo En was an expert, directly expressing the successful management experiences of the Greek Underworld:
"I think you could establish a system of review, judgment, and punishment in the Netherworld, to judge the speech, thoughts, and actions of the departed souls while they were alive."
Aile’s eyes lit up, excited and feeling that this plan was feasible.
However, on how to implement this specifically, the Goddess was confused again.
She had been living alone for a long time, not very good at dealing with people, naturally not very good at dealing with matters related to interpersonal relationships.
Therefore, for her, to orderly manage all the departed souls and to establish and perfect a grand system of trial and correction in the Netherworld was really quite a challenge.
Just as Aile was a bit troubled, her gaze suddenly fell on a certain person.
A barely discernible warmth emerged from deep within her eyes.
Just as Aile’s gaze was flickering, three fully armed Galura spirits floated over, reporting a certain message to her through their thoughts.
Aile was slightly startled, her brows involuntarily furrowed.