Chapter 546 Tyler, do you plead guilty?

The dancer's story was heartbreaking.

"After Tyler raped me, he cut up my face and tossed me to his goons," she sobbed. "I never got the money for my brother's treatment. Instead, they sold me to some shady clinic. They forced me to sign an organ donor form and then pumped me full of poison. It was all Tyler's doing! He's a monster! A total piece of shit!"

Judge Brandon nodded and said righteously, "Tyler, do you plead guilty?"

Tyler shook his head. "No, I don't! I don't even remember such a person!"

"Really?" Death God Ryder spoke with authority, "Let me show you the story between you and this dancer."

With that, he waved his sleeve.

A panel appeared before everyone! (Actually, it was a projector.)

On the panel, a video was playing!

Scene one: Tyler and the dancer were laughing and playing in a room.

Scene two: The next morning, Tyler woke up and found the dancer without makeup, looking ugly. He got angry and beat her.

Scene three: Tyler threw the dancer to his subordinates.

The video ended.

Tyler remembered!

Death God Ryder spoke again, solemn and distant, "Bastard, do you plead guilty now?"

"No!" Tyler blurted out, gulping hard, "No, no way! It's not on me. Kimberly played me. Who the hell shows up looking like that? It's gross!"

The dancer Lily lashed out at Tyler, "So it's my fault for being ugly?"

Tyler whined, "Hell yeah, it's your fault! If you were a stunner, I might've been in the mood to hook you up with a house."

"You!" The dancer Lily was furious. The next second, she rushed up and grabbed Tyler's neck, "Bastard! I'll kill you! Kill you!"

"Ugh! Don't come near me! We're all ghosts, who's afraid of whom?" Tyler didn't think he was wrong, so he was confident.

A gunshot rang out.

The dancer Lily and Tyler both stopped.

Death God Ryder waved his sleeve again.

Another gunshot exploded at their feet.

This time, Tyler saw it clearly, and his pupils were instantly filled with fearful bloodshot.

Just a wave of the sleeve, and there was an explosion!

It was indeed the real Death God!

He was undergoing the judgment of the Death God!

At this moment, Judge Brandon spoke, "Dancer Kimberly, be quiet. Enforcer, take her away!"

The enforcer (Rex) bowed and said, "Yes!"

But Lily was still gripping Tyler's neck, unwilling to leave.

The enforcer Rex walked up to Lily, lifted her with one hand, and carried her out.

The door opened, then closed.

"Next!" Judge Brandon's words fell, and the door opened again.

This time, a pregnant woman (Donna) came in.

But something was off—a dagger was jammed in her neck, blood oozing down her chest, impossible to miss!

Her face was ghostly pale, streaked with tears, her hair a tangled mess. Yet, even in her disheveled state, there was a quiet, fragile beauty about her.

Still, the whole scene was straight-up terrifying.

Judge Brandon spoke, "Tyler, do you remember this person? In our ghost world, the appearance of these dead people is the state they were in at the moment of their death!"

Same drill—first came Donna's long, tearful accusation, then Death God Ryder dropped the real footage.

This time, Tyler still tried to defend himself, "Alright, I messed up! But come on, a pregnant woman, out late at a bar, looking that hot? It's obvious her husband was cheating. She was asking for it! How was I supposed to know she'd off herself?"

Donna laughed sadly, "Tyler, I did commit suicide, but why did you destroy my husband's bar? You drove him insane!"

"Your husband was cheating. I did you a favor, and this is the thanks I get? Trashing me in front of the Death God?"

Donna clutched her belly and spat at Tyler. "Screw you! I love my husband. What happens in our family is none of your damn business!"

"But you're hot! So yeah, it is my business!"

"You!"

"Enough!" Death God Ryder shouted. He understood that if the conversation continued, Donna might reveal her true identity.

It's better to be straightforward!

Talking sense to someone like Tyler, hoping for repentance, is like talking to a wall!

"Bring in Lester! Also, add more fire to the oil pot!"

Death God Ryder's voice boomed, and the door swung open on its own. In shuffled an old ghost (Brent), looking like he was one step away from crumbling to dust.

Meanwhile, on the other side, a massive iron pot—big enough to fit a whole crew—was bubbling with oil, flames roaring underneath.

Judge Brandon laid it out, "Tyler, the crap you've pulled so far isn't enough to toss you into the oil pit. But torching Rigal District Stadium three years ago? That's your one-way ticket."

The oil pit bubbled and hissed, ready to go.

Then the judge added, "But if you come clean—full confession, genuine remorse—we might cut you a break. Just a heads-up: don't think just 'cause your body's dead up there, you're off the hook. This pit fries your soul. Eternal agony."

"I..." Tyler's mouth was trembling, and his legs were shaking violently!

His uncovered lower body instantly released a stream of hot liquid!

He recognized the old ghost who just came in; it was Lester, Brent's father.

Three years ago, in the Rigal Distric Stadium arson case, Lester went to prison and fell ill with depression.

Tyler even suggested to his father Constantine to kill Lester in prison to eliminate future troubles. Mission accomplished, Lester was reported dead from illness shortly after entering prison.

Here, the old ghost Brent knelt down and accused Tyler of his evil deeds one by one, "I beg the Death God to seek justice for my family, the Wallaces, and the dozens of innocent lives lost in the Rigal Distric Stadium! Throw Tyler into the oil pot!"

After speaking, the entire hall lit up.

Many ghosts appeared around, all saying, "Throw him into the oil pot, throw him into the oil pot," all wanting Tyler dead!

Tyler was terrified.

Thinking that he had already died once, an unprecedented despair swept over him!

Death God Ryder signaled for silence.

The ghosts fell silent.

Then, Ryder pointed at Tyler. "Talk. Since you weren't the mastermind behind the Rigal District Stadium fire, if you spill everything—honest and clear—I might skip the oil pit and let you come back as a pig next round."

"R-really?" Tyler stammered.

"You questioning the Death God?" Judge Brandon snapped.

Tyler nodded fast. "Alright, I'll spill, everything! Just, please, Your Honor, no oil pit. I'll be the best damn pig in my next life!"
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