These poor souls even banded together, wearing similarly styled strange clothes, setting up tables right at the entrance to block the way, making the Ghost Gate, which should have been free-flowing, congested and slow.

And with this alarming chaos, the death that should have smoothly flowed according to the rules in the whole world was inevitably greatly affected, becoming... smoother?

"..."

This can’t be right, can it?

Scratching out his eyeball covered with the essence of death and wiping it, after confirming there was no mistake, the Graveyard Dominator hurriedly shoved the eyeball back into its socket and once more observed the situation in the Realm of the Dead.

He wasn’t seeing it wrong—the death world before him, though mixed with a vast amount of living aura and as chaotic as a bird’s nest made of weeds, not only wasn’t the authority of death destroyed, but it had even become more stable and fluent.

Under the "combing" of those peculiar lingering souls, the various dead were like hair that had been combed, flowing orderly into the deeper parts of the Realm of the Dead according to some sorting method that he couldn’t understand.

Though from time to time, several souls that should have died, escorted by a group of bull-headed and horse-headed demons, joyfully departed from death, occasionally scattered dead ones with dream-like auras hurriedly left, and there were absurd behaviors of desecrating death everywhere.

Yet this currently chaotic death world operated more stably than any death world he had ever seen, and rather than collapsing due to the return of the dead, it had achieved a rather bizarre equilibrium.

"..."

How could this be possible?

Like seeing a pile of illogical excrement code stably and efficiently run, the Graveyard Dominator, very astonished, hesitated for a while before tentatively dropping down, and in the long line outside the Ghost Gate, picked a relatively short queue to stand at the end of.

Although this death world looked pretty stable, death shouldn’t be desecrated, and number 3 definitely shouldn’t be doing this! There must be some problem here that I haven’t discovered yet! I need a good look...

"Hey! Old man in the robe!"

Just as the Graveyard Dominator began to line up, prepared to personally investigate the situation of this death world, two strange souls in pairs of black and white hurried out from behind those tables, the black-faced soul shouting angrily:

"Are you blind? Where are you standing? You... ouch!"

"No cursing allowed! We’re supposed to provide goddamn civilized service!"

After slapping the black-faced soul on the head, the white-faced soul, looking at the bewildered face of the deceased in front of him, spoke kindly:

"Old man, you’re in the wrong queue. This line to the right is all for beasts; your line should be over there."

"Oh..."

Looking at the souls in front of the line, realizing they indeed weren’t human-shaped, the old face of the Graveyard Dominator slightly reddened, and he hurriedly walked over to another queue.

"This isn’t it either..."

Seeing him stand among a bunch of "seafood," the merpeople staring at him as if watching a monkey, the white-faced soul said with a headache:

"This is the line for the Great Ocean’s Tenth Offspring; you being human can’t stand here. Didn’t you see the sign and receptionist ahead? How could you... never mind..."

Perceiving this semi-senile old man might be illiterate and couldn’t decipher the signs in front, plus being timorous and afraid to ask, the white-faced soul helplessly shook his head and simply dragged the Graveyard Dominator past the queue, handing him directly to the registrar at the registration desk.

"Came a literate one, or maybe his brain... hmm... might be a bit muddled and may not fill out the form correctly, just register him directly."

"???"

Who’s illiterate? It’s your whole family that’s illiterate!

Having lived for who knows how many years, being treated like this for the first time, the Graveyard Dominator couldn’t help wanting to explain when the female soul clerk in a black and white suit behind the registration desk smiled formally, showing eight shiny little white teeth, and pulled out a form in her hand, saying:

"Hello sir, please tell me your age, place of origin, cause of death... any relatives, and I’ll help you register."

"..."

Okay, illiterate it is, anyway, I indeed don’t know the letters here...

Faced with the good intention of the white-faced soul, the "illiterate old man" was silent for a while before saying with a somewhat strained expression:

"Age seems to be sixty-five, place of origin forgotten, cause of death..."

At this point, the Graveyard Dominator looked at his withered body, then made up a story and said:

"Starved to death."

"..."

Starved to death?!

Hearing the Graveyard Dominator’s words, the female clerk behind the registration desk was slightly taken aback, then put down her pen and asked seriously: 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Sir, are you sure you really died of starvation, not due to illness or some other cause?"

"Yes."

Loosening his robe a bit to reveal the shriveled body underneath, eager to blend in and take a look, the Graveyard Dominator casually fabricated:

"Look at me, if I didn’t starve to death, what else could it be?"

He actually died of starvation!

Glancing at the body beneath the Graveyard Dominator’s robe, the registrar couldn’t help but take a deep breath, then hurriedly confirmed again:

"Then, sir, were you unable to obtain food on your own, or because there was no one to care for you, or..."

"Because I had no money to buy food, so I starved to death."

"Alright then..."

To actually have someone starve to death... that’s a big deal. After I submit this registration form, the present world is likely to hold accountability all the way...