Return? (2)

Well, at least he was dead now too, and he would never have to know this kind of thing again. But when exactly was the good stuff supposed to happen?

"Is this boring scene going to last long?"

When he had experienced this scene in his life, Mars had had his mind almost totally dominated by mind control spells, but this time he could feel only a small influence on his mind, and that it could easily be thwarted.

Concentrating his will, he focused it to free himself from the influences of the spell. He felt the magic crackling all around him as the psychic attachments struggled to maintain their power over him, but their struggle was useless, and then the spell broke completely.

Mars was finally able to move his body as he wanted, he cracked his neck and stretched all the muffles of his body, he had a little laugh "Hehehe, free at last!".

Since he knew that what he was seeing was not real, but rather a kind of movie, it meant that he was allowed to do whatever he wanted since there would be no consequences. After all, what sense would it make to care if it was an illusion?

Now that he was reliving the scene of his past life, there was something he really wanted to do that was itching him very badly. It was all too much for him to take, so why would he sit there and have his ear washed and do nothing? He wasn't going to pass up this chance!

Mars walked and stepped between the bodies of the different Earthlings as he inflated his chest with air, before shouting "Stop fucking around, you old bread crust!".

The old priest looked at him as if he had just stepped on a pile of shit and didn't understand what was going on, Mars took pleasure in seeing his stunned face "Wow serious, man you really like to listen to yourself talk. Tsk tsk tsk, I bet that when you were a kid you suffered listening to an old man giving you moral lessons, and swore that when you were an adult you would abuse your authority to do the same, right? You old pervert."

Gradually, the priest's face went from confusion to anger, and he was breathing as if he was about to give birth. ~ Ah! It was so good to see that stupid face make that expression ~ "How dare you?"

A little bit more and the old man would almost self-burn "Shut up, you fat dripping lard ass! I'm the chosen one! So call me Hero-sama or Master! How can your blind eyes be unable to see such obvious things? Where is your deference to me? Hmm? Kneel now! Why don't you do it? Hm? Oh, are you unable to understand the words that come out of my mouth? It's probably because you're nothing but a stupid fanatic in public, but who takes advantage of it to get rich as soon as others look away. Where is your piety when you steal from the poor? You piece of garbage!"

Well, true or false, he always meant those lines once. The priest was so angry that he was red as a tomato and almost seemed to be on the verge of choking, he pointed at Mars trembling like an epileptic, chanting orders he couldn't understand. It was really incredible, it was so relaxing. Dying had unexpected positive sides, was this what the feeling of redemption was like?

The priest shouted, "Seize this heretic! He who flouts authority must not go unpunished! Let him be taken away to be burned."

Mars smiled as the priest pointed in his direction "Eeeeh? You're jealous because yours is too small, right? Look, I'll show you how to make the helicopter with it! Just take it in your hand and turn it like this. It's easy, isn't it? Hahahahahaha!"

Then when the spells fell on him, his mind became white and frozen, almost as if he had fallen into a form of unconsciousness. After an unknown time, he regained his senses, feeling that his will was being crushed by something.

Mars looked around him, but his mind was too stunned to really understand what was going on around him. Apparently the priest and the man in armor seemed to be arguing. The priest seemed to want to give Mars a death so that he could set an example, while the man in armor seemed to be defending the obligation of the Terrans to fulfill their sacred duty.

The two apparently came to agree that if Mars survived his training, he would first be given 30 lashes, before being sent to the most dangerous battlefields to atone for his affront, but who cared? After all, why should a dead man fear death or corporal punishment? It was nonsense.