Watching Yashiro's busy figure, Shun knew that the management of the Netherworld would be far from enough with just him.
He pondered for a moment, and a preliminary plan formed in his mind.
The Ancestral Star now has over 260 million people, including many who were highly respected, fair, and kind during their lives, such as the elders who migrated from the Ninja World before, or those who contributed to the development of the Ancestral Star.
"Hiroto, go and filter a list of those highly respected, fair, and kind individuals on the Ancestral Star. I want to select officials for the Netherworld from among them."
"Understood, master."
Shun could clearly sense an invisible energy net covering the entire Ancestral Star.
Those warriors who had stepped forward to protect their clan members, the elders who had made fair judgments to resolve conflicts, the scholars who had exhausted their efforts for the development of the Ancestral Star's agriculture and training systems...
Their information converged like flowing water, categorized and organized by Hiroto.
In less than half an hour, a detailed list clearly appeared in his mind.
The list not only included each person's name, age, and life deeds but also Hiroto's assessment of their character and abilities.
Shun closed his eyes, his consciousness immersed in the list, reviewing each line carefully.
He checked off those candidates who met the traits of "fairness, kindness, and responsibility."
After reviewing the list, he opened his eyes, a hint of satisfaction flashing within them. "These people are all excellent, covering different fields and experiences. They can complement each other well and jointly maintain the order of the Netherworld."
Hiroto asked, "Master, the official positions in the Netherworld concern the fairness of Soul Reincarnation and directly affect the Ancestral Star's energy cycle. Is it really safe to open them up to ordinary people on such a large scale?"
Shun replied, "Don't worry, I believe in their abilities and character. Moreover, this will also give more people the opportunity to participate in the management of the Netherworld and jointly maintain its order."
"Furthermore, I will commend these individuals. I will issue announcements throughout the Ancestral Star, making their deeds public."
"This will both praise their past good deeds and let ordinary people know the selection criteria for Netherworld officials."
...
Soon, on the Ancestral Star's television news broadcast, a beautiful female anchor read out: "All those who are highly respected, fair, and kind, regardless of origin, will have the opportunity to serve as divine officials in the Netherworld."
"List of personnel who have already obtained divine positions: Sabuki, Mekato, Jumaki, Omata, Nekori..."
Upon hearing this broadcast, the people of the Ancestral Star instantly erupted in discussion.
A granny, who sold vegetables, tugged at her neighbor, excitedly chattering, "Did you hear? There's divine positions in the Netherworld. Even ordinary people can be one. Uncle Todoshi, who drowned while saving a child, does he have a chance?"
The discussions among the crowd rose and fell. Some people's eyes gleamed, secretly thinking that they too should do more good deeds in the future.
As the personnel of the Netherworld arrived one after another, the divine system of the Ancestral Star Netherworld was finally complete.
A golden light rippled through the Netherworld space, and two illusory artifacts hovered before Shun.
He raised his right hand, and as his fingertip touched the soul-reaping rope, which glowed with a profound black luster, he felt a chilling sensation spread from his fingertip.
The black energy entwined around the rope moved like a living thing along his fingers, as if it could penetrate his flesh and bind his soul in the next second.
He extended his left hand, gripping the dark red soul-beating whip, and a slight tremor ran through his fingers. Runes lit up, bringing with them a sense of oppression at the soul level.
"Is this... a Netherworld Divine Artifact?"
Shun held one Divine Artifact in each hand, instantly establishing a connection with them.
These two Divine Artifacts appeared after the Netherworld's rules were perfected, and they were in perfect sync with him, their "creator."
"Master, the soul-reaping rope can bind souls and immobilize powerful enemies, while the soul-beating whip can punish evil souls and purify sins. They are the core Divine Artifacts of the Netherworld. With them, your control over the soul will be even stronger."
Holding the two Divine Artifacts, a sharp glint flashed in Shun's eyes as he thought of some interesting things.
"Yashiro, please manage the Netherworld well for me. I'm going back for now."
He nodded slightly at Yashiro on the judgment platform, then closed his eyes. His consciousness, like light smoke, detached from the Netherworld and returned to his physical body on the Ancestral Star.
Shun eagerly opened a spatial gate and returned to the royal palace of the Land of Water.
"Number 4, use Reaper Death Seal immediately."
From the shadows emerged a male Uzumaki clan member, who bowed respectfully. "Yes, Your Highness."
Reaper Death Seal is an S-rank Ninjutsu that requires one's own soul as a sacrifice to summon the Shinigami. Therefore, using this Ninjutsu usually means the caster's death.
But facing such a terrifying Ninjutsu, this young Uzumaki showed not the slightest hesitation. His eyes were firm, and his hands quickly formed seals.
Reaper Death Seal!
As the last hand seal fell, the hall instantly grew cold, and a massive transparent black shadow slowly emerged from the mist.
The Shinigami was about 14 meters tall, clad in a wide white robe, its skin clinging tightly to its bony frame.
Six white ghost flames floated around it, flickering erratically, making its pale face appear even more sinister.
Upon its arrival, the Shinigami first sought its summoner, its designated sacrifice. When it discovered that this summoner was a red-haired Uzumaki, its gaze turned somewhat greedy.
It had been a long time since anyone from the Uzumaki clan had summoned it, ever since their nation fell.
In its memory, the souls of the Uzumaki clan members were full of vitality and exceptionally delicious.
It tightly clutched the red prayer beads in its right hand, trying to restrain the urge to devour the sacrifice immediately.
According to the Reaper Death Seal summoning contract, as long as it took action, regardless of whether the mission was completed, it had the right to consume the summoner's soul.
So the Shinigami suppressed its desire and began to look around, searching for its enemy.
When it saw Shun, its bell-like pupils suddenly contracted.
This enemy actually possessed the golden Six Tomoe Rinnegan.
Damn it, how did I encounter such an enemy?!
It let out a low "ho-ho" sound from its throat, and the short blade in its mouth made a slight biting sound due to tension.
The six white ghost flames around it instantly swelled to the size of buckets, emitting a chilling aura.
Noticing the Shinigami's tension, Shun, with his golden Rinnegan activated, had an air of arrogance.
"Shinigami, this is our first meeting, but perhaps it will be our last."
He flicked out the soul-reaping rope with his right hand. The black rope shot out like a venomous snake, carrying black Netherworld energy, and precisely wrapped around the Shinigami's soul phantom.
A powerful binding force erupted instantly, fixing the Shinigami's soul in place. The Shinigami's movements ceased abruptly, its face filled with astonishment.
The power within its body seemed to be imprisoned by the opponent, an experience it had never had before.
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