Chapter 1808


    However, a disembodied, holy voice suddenly said, “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Let the dead rest in


    peace, and may you find peace with yourself.”


    The voice sounded like it came from the heavens, but at the same time, it was booming right beside


    Zeke. Well, this is weird. He had a strong feeling that the voice was talking to him.


    He gave it some thought. In the end, Zeke decided to look deeper into the matter. A short whileter,


    he found out where the voice wasing from.


    An old monk with white brows and a white beard was fishing beside the river quietly. He looked calm


    and content with himself as if nothing could perturb him.


    For some reason, Zeke thought the monk looked oddly familiar the more he looked. I think I''ve seen


    this guy before. Zeke spoke first, “Have we met somewhere before, old-timer?”


    The old monk nodded. “That we do, young man. That we do.”


    Zeke asked again, “Where have we met before, then?”


    The old monk gave him a cryptic smile. “You shall find out soon enough, young man.”


    Zeke said, “I heard someone saying dust to dust, ashes to ashes earlier. Was that you?”


    The old monk nodded.


    Zeke asked, “What is that supposed to mean?”


    The old monk answered, “It is as you have heard. Dust should be left to their own devices, free to fly in


    the air, while ashes of the dead should be scattered across the earth, so that their soul may rest in


    peace. That is what I was trying to say. You are not of this world, young man. Your existence is illogical


    and paradoxical. Let us leave, young man. I shall take you to where you rightfully belong.”


    Zeke frowned. “Are you mad, old-timer? If I don''t belong here, then where do you suggest that I


    belong? One more word of nonsense from you and I shall show no mercy.”


    Zeke decided to ignore the old madman and was about to leave, but the old monk stopped him. “Wait,


    young man. Heed my advice. You are no longer suited to be in this world. By staying here, you''ll only


    disrupt its bnce. I am here on orders to take you to our world, where you belong.”


    Zekeughed mirthlessly. “Is that so? Then tell me, old-timer, where do I rightfully belong?”


    The old monk pointed at the ground. “Hell, of course.”


    “Insolence!” Zeke was furious. “You have just insulted a Great Marshal. Do you know what punishment


    awaits you, old man?”


    The old monk quickly said, “That is just your title in the mortal world. You are nothing but a stray soul in


    the underworld. Besides, I did not insult you. That was the truth. To be honest, you are already dead.”


    Zeke growled. “You should rejoice in the fact that my Alpha Suicide Squad is not here with me. If they


    were, you would have been dismembered just because of what you said to me.”


    The old monk smiled bitterly. “I knew you wouldn''t trust me, Great Marshal. But I have proof. Come with


    me.” The old monk got up and walked around fifty yards to the east.


    The light there was dim, but Zeke could make out the shape of a tomb there. More shockingly,


    however, were the words that were engraved on the tombstone. Here lies Zeke Williams, the Great


    Marshal. Wait, this is my grave? Did this old man make this?


    mes of anger red within Zeke''s eyes. “You made this fake tomb just to deceive me? I have to say,


    that''smitment, old man. You just gave me another reason to kill you.”


    The old monk replied, “If you still don''t believe me, feel free to crack the tomb open and see if it''s your


    body that''s lying in the casket.”


    Zeke answered coldly, “If it''s not my body in there, it shall be yours next.”


    He released his energy to crack the tomb open and exploded half the casket''s cover.


    When he saw what was inside, he had to do a double-take, and his legs turned to jelly. It''s true! That is


    my body in there! I''m dead? When did that happen? Impossible! This can''t be true!


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    “Follow me, young man. Let us not tarry any longer,” the old monk said again.


    “Piss off!” Zeke lost his cool, and rage took over. He molded his energy into a Dragon King Sword and


    cut the monk in two.


    However, the monk did not even bleed. In fact, he slowly healed up, and a momentter, it was as if the


    wound was never there, to begin with.