Many eyes widened at the sudden offer.
It was a chance—a rare opportunity.
The first one to raise their hand was a beggar. He smiled, and his body dissolved into motes of light that flew into the sky with his soul.
One by one and like a rush of flood, light came from every part of the Spirit World. Those without fortune left in hopes of a better future. A few elitess who had the money gritted their teeth and raised their hands.
They knew what kind of opportunity this was, and it was a big gamble.
An hour later, the lights stopped coming, and he held a golden metal chalice in his hand. A pool swirled within containing the souls of many.
"About half of the Spirit World decided to come with me. You don't have any problem with that, right?" Lawrend asked the avatar of the Spirit World.
"None."
The eye vanished into the crack in the sky.
"Veronica!"
"Yes, Father!"
Veronica straightened her back.
"Since you're my first child, hold this and come to the Human World with me."
