I Became the Youngest Summoner in the Strongest Guild

96. The Last Stop

96. The Last Stop

[I knew we could trust our comrade Yuna!]

Those Olympus Guild bastards who were yapping away without knowing how scary a tiger is! Did you see how powerless they were when their leader got taken down? Did you see? I tell you, it's the first time in my life I've felt so satisfied!

[Comments]
- Comrade, I felt the same way! My heart was bursting with satisfaction!
- I knew we could trust our comrade Yuna!
- Of course, I knew Yuna would win, but I didn't expect her to crush them like this!
- [Author] We have a reactionary here!!!!!!!

[You've all watched our comrade Yuna's achievements closely, right?]

Those bastards, they've seen clearly what happens when you mess with the Red Revolution Group! This means enjoy the game while being considerate of each other!

[Comments]
- Tsk tsk, those bastards tasted the red flavor and lost their minds!
- This is the red flavor of our Red Revolution Group!
- [Author] What kind of crazy talk is that? Red flavor? Are you eating tteokbokki? Call it the crimson flavor!
- What does the flavor of revolution taste like? It's the crimson flavor, I tell you!

[Red workers! Gather! Gather!]

We need to show the rotten Arcana continent the taste of the red revolution!

[Comments]
- Unity! Unity! Unity! Unity! Unity! Unity! Unity! Unity!
- Struggle! Struggle! Struggle! Struggle! Struggle! Struggle! Struggle! Struggle!
- Unity! Unity! Unity! Unity! Unity! Unity! Unity! Unity!
- Struggle! Struggle! Struggle! Struggle! Struggle! Struggle! Struggle! Struggle!

[By the way, where can you get a summon like that?]

Riding a dragon is so cool, where can I adopt one like that? Just flying in the sky and shouting from above would be a great stress reliever.

[Comments]
- Flying in the sky and peeing! Hehe! I want to do that lol
- For real, it's romantic to pee from the sky lol
- [Author] What kind of crazy talk is that?
- You crazy bastards lol

[So, what's the next target?]

The middle world seems to be done, so where do we protest next? We've conquered the celestial and demon realms too, is there anywhere left?

[Comments]
- There's that place left, you know.
- [Author] Where's that?
- The place you go when you die.
- [Author] The afterlife?

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The Arcana continent is divided into the celestial realm, middle world, and demon realm, but there's one place that hasn't been revealed to users.

The afterlife.

Called the world of the dead, it's where souls go through reincarnation to receive a new life.

But recently, a problem has occurred.

The number of souls doesn't match up.

The number of deceased souls who have reached the end of their life journey and are supposed to depart for a new one doesn't add up.

What does this mean? In short, it means things are about to go to hell in a handbasket.

"Any word from the celestial realm!?"
"We've heard they're on strike!"

"Angels on strike!? What are they, humans!?"
"They say there will be no negotiations until workers' rights are guaranteed!"

Hearing this ridiculous news, I immediately headed to the celestial realm, but it was chaos.

More importantly, the person leading the protest at the front looked familiar.

I've seen that face somewhere before...

"Lucifer...?"

At my voice, she turned to look at me. The fallen angel Lucifer.

The one who had been giving the afterlife a headache by stealing souls for a while, now leading a protest here?

At that moment, I felt a blade at my throat.

The blades of numerous angels, that is.

"How dare you address the Heavenly King like that?"

The one speaking to me was Archangel Michael.

Gone was her gentle smile, replaced by a cold glare. I raised my hands in surrender, and only then did the angels withdraw their blades.

More importantly, Heavenly King? I never expected Lucifer, known as the fallen angel, to take the vacant seat among all those archangels.

I needed an explanation of what was going on, but I had a feeling I wouldn't get out of here in one piece if I asked for one now.

Despite appearances, I'm a veteran with 1,800 years of experience in the afterlife.

I put on a natural business smile and spoke politely.

"Ahem, I apologize, Heavenly King. I'm Kim Chasa, holding the position of Chasa in the afterlife."
"Nice to meet you. There was this little mishap in our first meeting, but I trust you'll understand."

"Oh, of course! I completely understand! But about what's going on here..."
"Ah, it's nothing much. We're just protesting for a 3-day work week."

Not understanding who they were protesting against, I followed the Heavenly King, who took off her red headband and told me to come along. Numerous angels were protesting.

But something seemed off.

Looking around, everyone was smiling while protesting, making it feel like a show.

As if it was a protest to relieve stress.

At that moment, the Heavenly King walking in front of me gestured and told me to wait a moment.

Her twelve wings spread wide as she soared into the sky, and a loud voice echoed throughout the celestial realm.

"That's enough protesting for today. Go back to work now."

With those words, numerous angels began to disperse, packing up their red headbands and flags.

And I could hear their conversations.

"Ah, that was fun today too!"
"I'm telling you, protesting is no joke when it comes to stress relief!"

"I wish we could do this every day."
"It feels like work efficiency goes up after protesting."

Hearing these bewildering conversations, I wondered if this was right. Troubled by how much things had changed, the Heavenly King approached me.

"So, what brings you here?"
"I came to check on the news that the celestial realm was on strike."

"Ah, it's like an annual event. Relieving stress like this increases work efficiency."
"I-Is that so...?"

After finishing this dizzying conversation and being told that things would normalize soon, I watched the Heavenly King's retreating back before making my way back.

Back to the afterlife.

What in the world is going on? I guess it's fortunate that it's just the celestial realm.

If something like this happened in the afterlife, I'd collapse holding my neck.

Thinking I should treat my employees well when I get back, I moved to the afterlife, only to find the atmosphere in disarray.

"What's going on?"
"B-Big trouble! The living are rushing into the afterlife!"

"What are you talking about!? How can the living enter the afterlife!?"
"We're investigating now!"

The 'Bibimbim~! Project' that monitors and supervises the afterlife was broadcasting footage of the living crossing over to the afterlife through gates.

The number was roughly in the tens of thousands.

How could so many living beings cross over to the afterlife?

More importantly, I started seeing familiar faces one by one.

"Wait, that slime over there. Didn't it die and come to the afterlife?"
"Th-that's a soul that escaped from the afterlife."

"That griffin over there should have been reincarnated already!"
"That soul also escaped..."

After ordering an immediate check of the records.

Souls that should have gone through reincarnation and been sent to new lives had invaded the afterlife.

This was the first time in the history of the afterlife. No, it was something that should never happen.

I urgently contacted headquarters, but there was no response.

What on earth is...

At that moment, the living began to act strangely.

One by one, they started taking out red headbands and red flags.

Those were definitely the ones I saw in the celestial realm.

And then a voice rang out.

"Transform the afterlife! Transform it!"
"Transform the afterlife! Transform it!"
"Transform the afterlife! Transform it!"

The loud chants echoed throughout the afterlife, and with no special instructions coming from headquarters.

Just as I was about to collapse from having to stand by and watch this situation, a message arrived.

[Send them back gently.]

A brief and concise instruction.

So, I'm supposed to send all those numerous living beings back to their original world.

The middle world, and they want me to do it? Really? Seriously?

Part of me wants to go over there and join the protest.

But there's no other way. When the higher-ups say jump, you ask how high.

As I was sighing, my direct junior Kim Chasa brought me some equipment.

"I've prepared the S-class scythe and the Blue Dragon Crescent Blade."
"Hey, kid. Are we going to fight? I don't need any of that, just go get some alcohol."

"What? Alcohol? Are you going to negotiate with that?"
"No, I don't think I can go there sober, so I'm going to have a drink first."

Seeing my direct junior Kim Chasa's dumbfounded expression at my words, I raised my fist, and only then did he leave to get the alcohol.

Anyway, they just don't listen unless you show them.

After a while, I took a swig of the alcohol he brought and set off.

To gently send them back.