175 | Savior Recruits

175 | Savior Recruits Five Teenagers to Sort Resurrected Bodies and Souls

Chapter 1: The Savior Arrives at High School and Lifts Diesel, Rev, Abby, and Evan into the Air

When the Savior arrives at high school and lifts Diesel, Rev, Abby, and Evan into the air, the entire world watches the broadcast in stunned disbelief. Diesel stands in the control booth above the school auditorium, fingers flying over the dusty switches. He powers up the cameras and starts the local livestream. His parents are watching from their couch at home, expecting a boring closing‑day ceremony.

It doesn’t stay boring.

A local news reporter notices the feed.

Within minutes, the broadcast is online.

Then it’s everywhere.

Across the world, people watch a small American high school—because something impossible is about to happen there.

The Savior has heard whispers about this place. About four students who die, cross into Ghost World, and somehow scare away an alien invasion. Curious, He secretly meets with Evan and Evan’s dad, then makes a decision.

He is coming back to Earth.

Here.

In this school.

On the very last day of classes, the military locks down the entire area. Soldiers roll in at dawn and set up a mile‑wide perimeter. Helicopters circle overhead. Nobody gets in or out.

By mid‑morning, the whole student body crowds into the domed auditorium. Staff line the walls. Cameras blink red. Diesel checks the connection one last time.

When the principal finishes his final speech and steps away from the mic, the room goes dark.

The spotlights snap on.

Something hangs near the top of the dome.

A glowing figure hovers in a thick cloud of light, robes shifting like mist, eyes bright as molten gold.

“Shalom,” the figure says. The word hits not just ears, but minds. “Peace be with you. I come to seek your advice and assistance with mankind’s final judgment.”

His voice doesn’t echo through speakers. It vibrates from inside their skulls.

A thousand students freeze.

Diesel doesn’t.

He stands up and yells, “Is this a theater department prank?”

The Savior steps off the stage.

And keeps walking.

His sandals don’t touch the floor. He glides a full foot above the students’ heads, drifting over rows of open mouths and wide eyes until he reaches Diesel.

“Take my hand,” the Savior says.

Diesel feels a heat like sunlight wrap around his wrist. Suddenly, his feet leave the ground. The entire auditorium gasps as Diesel rises into the air.

He isn’t dreaming.

He knows because he pinches his own arm so hard his skin burns red.

The Savior carries him up beside the stage, still hovering. Then he crosses over to Rev, Abby, and Evan, offering each a hand. One by one, they lift off their seats, floating above their classmates.

“Come,” the Savior says. “Follow me.”

The five of them walk together in midair, a silent, glowing walkway appearing under their feet. Below, the rest of the school stares upward, jaws unhinged.

On screens across the world, the image freezes: five teenagers walking beside a radiant figure over a sea of stunned faces.

Diesel glances around, still searching for cables, harnesses, hidden cranes—anything.

He finds nothing.

Only the impossible.

Chapter 2: The Savior Explains the Hacked Database and Asks the Teenagers to Help Match Ghost World Souls with Resurrected Bodies

After their miraculous flight, the Savior explains the hacked database and asks the teenagers to help match Ghost World souls with resurrected bodies to ensure a fair judgment. They land softly on the stage. The Savior faces them, eyes shining.

“I hope to recruit modern disciples,” He says, “to work in a new kind of social service.”

He lets the words hang.

“My mission,” He continues, “is to resurrect one hundred billion corpses and pair them with one hundred billion spirits in Ghost World. You five have already risen from the dead, traveled through Ghost World, and scared off an alien threat. Your experience is unique—and necessary.”

Diesel raises a hand.

“Do we have to grow our hair out and wear white robes?” he asks. “Because I heard your original squad carried swords, and I’m not exactly sword‑trained.”

The Savior’s mouth twitches, almost amused.

“I need your skills in traveling Ghost World,” He says, “to help locate the souls that match each risen body. No one has ever woken up one‑hundred‑billion‑corpses before, and I shudder to imagine the consequences. Not all the resurrected will be part of my fan club. I must be careful not to be crucified again.”

Abby crosses her arms.

“Relax,” she says. “We live in a modern, advanced civilization. Nobody’s going to nail you to a cross this time.”

Diesel snorts.

“Yeah,” he says. “You’re way more likely to get shot, stabbed, or run over on purpose.”

The Savior’s expression turns serious.

“My Father assigned me as the cosmic undertaker,” He says. “I am responsible for all human bodies. I must raise every corpse and reunite it with its soul. But the Tempters have hacked the records of the dead and corrupted the database. I no longer have accurate information to match each original body with its rightful soul.”

Diesel’s eyes light up.

“So… that’s great news,” he says. “If you can’t prove which body is mine, you can’t prove I did anything. Innocent until proven guilty, right?”

The Rebels’ section of the audience explodes into cheers.

“We’re going to Heaven! We’re going to Heaven!” they chant.

“Please be seated,” the Savior says, voice suddenly sharper.

The room quiets.

“The Tempters are creating chaos,” He says, “hoping to slip into Heaven and take over our Father’s kingdom. Believers' corpses and spirits were supposed to be marked with red crosses to identify the faithful. The Tempters have scratched red crosses onto spirits bound for Hell World and relabeled Believers’ corpses as belonging to condemned souls. Billions of unmarked spirits died before my first arrival; they never even had the chance to believe in being saved, sanctified, or adopted. Humanity has walked Earth for twenty thousand years. Believers’ teachings began only two thousand years ago.

“I need your help to match souls and bodies correctly,” He finishes. “Help me determine which souls go to Heaven.”

Diesel shrugs.

“If you want my opinion, everyone should go to Heaven,” he says. “Problem solved.”

Rev leans forward, eyes narrowed.

“I thought you were almighty,” Rev says. “I thought you never needed help. If this isn’t a scam, show us some proof.”

The Savior studies him, then nods.

“I plan on a limited trial run,” He says. “A local resurrection. I will raise all the buried bodies, scattered ashes, and bone collections in this region. I will animate whatever remains I can find. Then we will ask for their names and attach labels.”

Rev shakes his head.

“You can’t trust them to tell the truth,” he says. “Everyone lies when it helps them. The zombies, skeletons, and ash clouds won’t look anything like their younger selves. They’ll all claim to be saints, heroes, or famous leaders—never the sinners headed to Hell.”

“If they lie,” the Savior says quietly, “I have authority to banish them.”

Rev folds his arms.

“They won’t care,” he says. “The Rebels are already expecting Hell. They have nothing to lose. They would actually prefer being banished to the void than being tortured forever.”

“The warrior angels will corral the risen remains on the football field,” the Savior says. “I hope matching bodies and souls will attract each other like magnets once they are close enough. The real difficulty lies in finding the missing spirits. Souls weren’t instructed to stay near their bodies.”

Abby wrinkles her nose.

“On behalf of all the girls,” she says, “we are not touching decaying bodies. No matching up ghosts and skeletons for us. The boys can deal with the horror‑movie stuff; we can stay behind and serve refreshments to the reunited, perfected bodies and souls. I expect they will be very hungry.”

Diesel grins.

“The ladies want to serve the zombies biscuits and tea, while the men go ghost hunting. That is so typical,” he says.

“The girls can write name labels,” the Savior says evenly. “They can escort each reunited body‑and‑soul pair into the final judgment area on the basketball court. I’ll keep the football field dim so the bodies and ghosts feel… comfortable while they wait to be unified.”

Rev, "I suggest we use digital barcodes with name, birthdate, and birthplace, and also create a database as we go. How many John Smiths have there been over 20 thousand years?

Diesel raises his hand again.

“We’re going to need uniforms,” he says. “Badges. Something official so people listen to us. And we need authority to arrest uncooperative ghosts. Do stun guns work on spirits? What about magic nets? Enchanted lassos? I want ten thousand sets of remote-controlled electro-shock collars and handcuffs. Wandering criminal ghosts will get violent.”

The Savior shakes His head once. "Leave the stubborn alone for now. I'll just assume they are all going to Hell."

“Believers’ heirs were supposed to mark the tombstones of faithful bodies with a crucifix,” He says. “So I would recognize Believers’ remains. Recently departed spirits waiting near their graves should quickly unite with their awakened corpses. But the Tempters distracted watchful souls while they switched tombstones and relabeled graves. Many faithful souls have wandered away from the decaying corpses for obvious reasons.”

Abby exhales.

“There goes my faith in guardian angels,” she mutters.

“Mankind feared cemeteries would overrun farmland needed to grow bio‑engineered corn for fuel,” the Savior continues. “Rotting corpses were blamed for global warming. Cemeteries were banned. Many Believers’ bodies were cremated, their ashes scattered.

“I can gather ashes and remake them into bodies,” He says. “But without tombstones, I don’t know whose body I’m reconstructing. A pile of ash tells me nothing. I need to see the spirit to shape the body to match its rightful owner.

“The oldest spirits have wandered the universe for ten thousand years. Many are far beyond the range of modern cosmic messaging. I’ve sent trillions of angels across the galaxies to notify them: it is time to return for final judgment.”

Evan leans in.

“You could just scoop up dirt and build new bodies,” Evan says. “No one would know the difference. Who cares which pile of ashes becomes which body?”

Evelyn,  "Women are not going to settle for generic bodies."

The Savior smiles faintly.

“Souls care,” He says. “They are picky about their bodies. Another person’s form may not fit quite right.”

A ripple of uneasy laughter travels through the auditorium.

Rev clears his throat.

“You’re doing this backward,” he tells the Savior. “Start with Ghost World, not Earth. Gather the spirits first. Separate the ones who rejected you. You don’t need to resurrect non‑Believers’ bodies yet.

“Bring all the Believer souls to the football field,” he continues. “Let them help us find their bodies. What about scattered ashes?”

“I will consider your suggestion,” Savior says

“I’m expected to resurrect old, broken, rotting bodies,” Savior says. “And match them with lost souls. It is a filthy, difficult job. I'm not sure if there are multiple filter settings on the magic trumpet. I don't have the user manual.”

Chapter 3: The Savior Blows the Trumpet to Resurrect Immortal Bodies, and Tempters Possess the Looting Zombies

Chaos erupts in the local town when the Savior blows the trumpet to resurrect immortal bodies and Tempters possess the looting zombies. No one is laughing when the ground begins to shake.

The Savior steps away from the five teens and faces the crowd.

“Now,” He says, “is the time for all in their graves to hear my trumpet call and rise.”

He lifts a slender, glowing horn.

“By the authority vested in me,” He declares, “I command whatever is left of the dead bodies in just this local area to wake up and be reborn.”

He blows.

The sound doesn’t just ring through the air. It vibrates in bone and dirt and metal—the floor trembles. Outside, beyond the auditorium walls, the earth itself heaves.

In graveyards, parks, and abandoned lots across town, the ground splits open. The corpses, bones, and ashes become animated, but do not move. “We aren’t going anywhere until our bodies are made perfect,” a chorus of voices cries out.

The Savior’s brows draw together.

“Come on, be cooperative,” He says. “This is already difficult. I offer freedom from sorrow, pain, and disease.”

“Not enough,” the corpses answer. “We’re ruined, broken bones, rotting flesh. We want to be young, strong, and indestructible.”

The Savior considers.

“Hold that thought,” He says. “I’ll return to you.”

He turns back to the five teens.

“I have a problem,” He says. “All the unidentified dead are demanding immortality.”

Abby straightens.

“They’re right,” she says. “A resurrected body is supposed to be renewed and imperishable. That’s what Believers are promised at the end of the age. A perfect body that never gets sick or dies. A glorious form, united to the same soul, forever.”

“I do not want indestructible zombies with no governing soul,” the Savior replies. “Half of all resurrected bodies may be condemned to Hell.”

Abby lifts her chin.

“Stop stalling,” she says. “Do what your Father told you to do. Make every resurrected body immortal. Immortal bodies can still be sentenced to Hell afterward.

“They’ll need indestructible bodies to survive eternal punishment, right?” she adds lightly. “Just… don’t mention that part yet. If you drag your feet, your Father will smite you.”

The Savior gives her a look. “I am not eager to be smitten,” He admits quietly.

He turns back toward the graves.

“Very well,” He calls. “You win. I will make you immortal. But you will not be young and healthy until you reunite with your soul.”

The ground rumbles with thunderous cheers.

“HO‑RAH!” the buried bodies roar. “WE ARE GOING TO BE INDESTRUCTIBLE!”

The Savior lifts the trumpet again, this time humming softly as He blows a tune that sounds almost like an old camp song.

Evan, "I have a bad feeling about this."

“Rise and shine,” Rev sings under His breath, “and give God your glory, glory…”

This time, the dead answer.

All across the region, graves crack open. Ten thousand local resting places split and spill their contents.

Skeletons drag themselves up.

Half‑rotted zombies claw their way free.

Clouds of ash swirl together into dim, human shapes—those who remember having Believer's souls immediately marching to the football field. Many bodies don't know and don't care. They are alive and immortal."

Diesel realizes they forgot something. "No one notified the residents of a zombie party."

No one outside the auditorium knows that the dead are climbing out of the ground—until corpses come walking into town and people start screaming.

Somehow, this mistake saves lives. With no warning, no one rushed toward the graveyards to greet their awakening ancestors. Instead, whole neighborhoods slam doors, lock windows, and barricade streets.

Soon, news vans and drones arrive, and the sky over the town is thick with hovering cameras.

A reporter, standing on the edge of the cemetery, points a mic at a group of staggering corpses.

“How are you feeling?” she asks.

“We are starving,” the marching bodies groan. “We have no money. It is society’s duty to feed the poor. We will smash into a grocery store and take food.”

The cameras whirl to a row of skeletons.

“You look… terrifying,” the reporter says. “Are you excited to be alive again?”

“We need black hoodies,” the skeletons rattle. “Sweatpants. Nike shoes. We are going to the mall to take whatever we want, then burn the stores. That is how we prove our strength and wisdom.”

Another group of resurrected Rebels crowds close to a cameraman.

“What’s the first thing you want to do?” he asks.

“Drugs,” they say together. “Alcohol. Cigarettes. We have craved them since we died. Our addictions never left us.”

The living dead flood the town in an unstoppable, chaotic wave. They plow through glass doors, rip shelves apart, and loot everything they can carry. The streets fill with an army of bodies that can’t be injured and don’t care if they break the law.

They love it.

They love being free.

Free from rules.

Free from consequences.

Free from souls.

On the outskirts of town, in the tall grass beyond the highway, something darker waits.

The Tempters.

They watch through the eyes of crows and rats as the resurrected bodies surge. When they see the first shop windows explode, they move.

Invisible and hungry, the demons pour into town.

They hurl themselves into any unguarded, unensouled body they can find. One by one, the animal forms stiffen, eyes going sharp and cruel.

Within minutes, thousands of resurrected Rebels are puppeted by Tempters inside them.

Chapter 4: The Savior Threatens the Tempters with Eternal Torture in Hell and Forces Them to Abandon the Immortal Bodies

Hovering above the burning town, the Savior threatens the Tempters with eternal torture in Hell and forces them to abandon the immortal bodies. The Savior sees it from above.

He raises His staff, the wood pulsing with holy fire.

He points it at the Tempter‑infested bodies.

“Smite,” He commands.

Lightning explodes from the staff in searing bolts.

“Smite! Smite! Smite!”

Flames roar over the possessed corpses.

Diesel leans toward Evan.

“I want my own smite stick,” he whispers. "Evan, a little one."

The Tempters flinch as the fire slams down.

“We made a mistake,” the Tempters shriek. “We are all doomed!”

But when the flames hit, the resurrected bodies don’t burn.

The fire bends.

It curves around them like water flowing around stone.

Not even a hair singes.

The screams turn into cackling laughter.

“We did not make a mistake,” the Tempters howl. “We are brilliant!”

The Savior stares at His staff, as if the weapon itself has betrayed Him.

“Come out,” He commands. “Come out, you invasive terrorists!”

The Tempters only laugh harder.

“Your flames cannot touch us!” they chant, dancing in the fire. “We are immortal! We are inside immortal bodies!”

They scatter, spreading like oil through every street.

“We are free to do whatever we want,” they sing. “We will hunt the souls that prayed for our end. We will riot, loot jewelry stores, steal cars, and burn churches. We will block intersections, blast music, and vanish into the crowd. Our stolen hoodies and Nike shoes will hide our faces. No one will arrest us.”

The Savior watches the chaos boil over.

“Hold that thought,” He murmurs. “I’ll be back.”

He turns away and finds the five teens.

“I have another problem,” He says. “Demons possess the indestructible bodies. I cannot cast them out.”

Abby lifts her brows.

“Forgive them,” she suggests. “Let the Tempters blow off steam. Once they see people forgive them over and over, they’ll feel guilty. They’ll change. They’ll want to be model citizens.”

Diesel snorts.

“From personal experience,” he says, “forgiveness is not super effective at stopping crime.”

Evan’s eyes narrow.

“Tell the Tempters they have three seconds to get out,” Evan says, “or they’re sealed inside those bodies forever. When the bodies go to Hell, they go with them.”

The Savior nods once.

He turns back toward the burning streets.

“Tempters,” He calls, His voice booming through both worlds. “Come out, come out, wherever you are. You have three seconds to escape the risen bodies you occupy.”

Invisible shapes snarl.

“We are immortal,” they shout. “You can’t do anything to us. We’ll run and hide.”

The Savior’s eyes flash.

“The bodies you possess are about to receive their final judgment,” He says. “Most will be condemned to eternal torture. The soul or spirit currently inhabiting them will be imprisoned and tormented eternally. Any Tempter that remains inside will be sealed there—forever. As an embroiling spirit, you will not be harmed, but will feel the intense pain for all eternity."

“One…”

The word rolls like thunder.

The demons hesitate.

“Two…”

The sky darkens.

A black cloud rips free of the bodies all at once, shrieking.

“You win!” they howl. “We surrender!”

They pour out of mouths, eyes, and wounds, a storm of shadows streaming away from town.

In the suddenly quiet streets, human bodies stagger and clutch their heads.

“We would rather have our own souls,” the Rebel corpses mutter, shaken. “Not demons.”

They turn as one and begin marching toward the high school football field.

To wait.

For their missing spirits.

Chapter 5: Rev and Abby Discuss the Rules of Heaven and Hell as One Hundred Billion Bodies Await Judgment

Standing on the grass, Rev and Abby discuss the rules of Heaven and Hell as one hundred billion bodies await judgment on the football field. On the football field, two crowds begin to form.

At one end, the resurrected Believers’ bodies gather—skeletons wrapped in ragged flesh, gray‑green zombies, and slowly swirling clouds of ash.

“We are risen,” they say. “But we do not look like young, healthy teenagers. When do we become perfect?”

The Savior stands at midfield, staff in hand.

“Spirits in Ghost World must claim their bodies,” He says. “Tell my disciples your names so we can label you. Call out to your souls and urge them to come. Body and soul must reunite before I can glorify you and make you whole.”

A roar of overlapping voices rises as the bodies shout names to the sky.

The stands shake.

In the bleachers, Rev leans closer to the Savior.

“How many people are we talking about?” he asks.

“One hundred billion,” the Savior answers. “One hundred billion human lives must be resurrected and judged. I must choose who will live forever in the renewed heaven‑on‑earth.”

“And the rest?” Rev says quietly.

“The efficiency board gave me only two options,” the Savior says. “Chosen—or condemned. The chosen stay. Everyone else is swept away to suffer eternal punishment with the Tempters.”

Rev frowns.

“What if a soul isn’t good enough for Heaven but doesn’t deserve Hell?” he asks.

“No one is directly chosen for Hell,” the Savior says. “They are simply not chosen for Heaven. Hell is the system default.”

Rev winces.

“And the requirement for Heaven?” he asks. “What is it, exactly?”

Abby shoots up her hand.

“I know this one,” she says, practically bouncing. “The Afterlife Efficiency Department made it super simple. The sacred scribbles say all Believers go to Heaven. That’s it—one requirement. Even a child could do your job.

“Gather all the Believers. Make them perfect. Hand everyone else over to the Tempters. We could wrap this up by dinner.”

The Savior rubs His temples.

“Whenever I follow the scribbles,” He says, “I create more problems. Are there any alternative data sources? Something to cross‑check? Fact‑check?”

Abby stiffens.

“Doubting the encoded inscriptions is forbidden,” she says. “You must have blind faith. What could go wrong? If you don’t hurry up and obey the sacred scribbles, your Father will smite you.”

Rev smirks.

“He’s immortal,” Rev says. “Super Smite‑proof.”

Chapter 6: Abby Asks to Resurrect Fifty Billion Unborn Babies and the Savior Decides to Leave Them Asleep

The debate over absolute innocence begins when Abby asks to resurrect fifty billion unborn babies, and the Savior decides to leave them asleep. Abby tugs on the Savior’s sleeve.

“You need to blow the trumpet again,” she says. “Louder this time.”

The Savior blinks.

“Why?”

“To wake the unborn embryos,” Abby says. “The sacred scribbles don’t say much about them—Fifty billion unborn and stillborn babies. When the text is vague, Believers fill in the gaps with wishful thinking and philosophy. We also assume they should be resurrected and go to Heaven. They never did anything, so they never did anything wrong. The unborn do not deserve Hell, so they have to be admitted to Heaven.”

The Savior exhales slowly.

“What am I supposed to do with half‑formed embryos?” He asks.

“Resurrect them and upgrade them,” Abby says. “Make them all perfectly healthy, wise, and rich teenagers. Add their fifty billion souls to your list of chosen ones automatically.”

“Everyone keeps trying to complicate my task,” the Savior mutters. “How do I judge souls who never had a chance to use free will? Statistically, half of them would have been condemned if they’d lived full lives. I should send every second unborn soul to Hell.”

He looks at the sky.

“Is Heaven the default?” the Savior asks softly. “In school, the default for doing nothing is failure. At work, if you never show up, you don’t get paid. If gardeners plant nothing, they harvest nothing. A backpacker who stays in the parking lot never reaches the campsite. Spectators who watch the race don’t win medals. By default, people who do nothing earn neither reward nor punishment.

“For now,” He decides, “the unborn stay asleep. There is no basis for judgment.”

The wind carries His words across the field, but the stands are silent.

No one has an answer, but the unborn and their parents are listening... planning.

Chapter 6, Section 2: Rev Debates Erasing the Universe and the Savior Warns the Teenagers to Use the Mystic Tube of Light

The stakes of the resurrection grow higher as Rev debates erasing the universe and the Savior warns the teenagers to use the mystic tube of light for protection. Rev steps closer.

“Your biggest mistake,” he says carefully, “was letting Tempters infect humans. Human animal bodies aren’t evil by default. Evil is an invasion—a disease. If you don’t pull weeds from a garden, the whole thing dies,” he continues. “Why not destroy this universe and start over? New Earth. New Heaven. No Hell. Instead of torturing the wicked, just dissolve their body and soul.”

Diesel shrugs.

“Who gets to decide which plant is a weed and which is a rose?” he says. “Rotting plants make great soil. Maybe failed souls make fertilizer. There will be an answer. Let it be.”

“It’s too late to worry about how we got here,” Rev replies. “Some humans are insane, delusional, or violently criminal. They should be terminated immediately and restarted with new bodies in better environments.”

Evelyn takes a stand. "When children fail to pass their tests, they are supposed to repeat that grade."

“The progressive agenda decided that when kids fail classes,” Abby says, “we don’t set them on fire. We forgive them, give them a cheap plastic participation trophy and move them up to the next grade anyway. Shoplifters and scammers—people say they don’t know what they’re doing. Failures should be forgiven and allowed to grow up. Not tortured in Hell forever.”

The Savior is quiet for a long moment.

When He speaks again, His voice is weary.

“When the bodies rise,” He says, “each soul must reunite with its own flesh before I can judge fairly. I warn you: only verified, reunited Believers can be made perfect. Stay away from non‑Believers when they learn they are going to Hell. They will not take it well.”

Diesel swallows.

“Are we safe?” he asks. “What if condemned souls try to hijack living teen bodies? I have a great idea. We saw you make the corpses indestructible. As a reward for our service, make our bodies immortal now, so the rebellious risen bodies can't hurt us.”

“Unprotected bodies have always been vulnerable to discarnate invasion,” the Savior says. “To stay safe, you must call down mystic protection each day.

“Say: ‘In the name of my Crystic Conscience, I call for a tube of Holy Spirit light to surround my body.’ The flaming wall comes from above, not from your own energy.”

Abby’s eyes narrow.

“That sounds ridiculous,” she says. “I believe my Savior automatically protects me. Wait—you are my Savior. Are you saying my belief is wrong?”

“I am not assigned as a personal armed escort for every Believer,” He replies. “Believing the police will save you is not wrong. But it is not enough. When seconds matter, police are minutes away.

“Believers are often attacked, robbed, or murdered,” He adds softly, “because their beliefs do not include practical protection. The mystic tube of light does.”

Abby stares at the field.

“I always wondered why Believers become victims,” she whispers. “I was taught to expect trauma as a test from my Father. Opportunities to practice suffering. I never understood why He allowed so much evil to hit us.”

“The Absolvers’ basic beliefs,” the Savior says, “do not help them evolve toward perfection.”

Diesel rubs his face.

“Can we skip the Sunday school lecture?” he says. “We’ve got ten thousand risen bodies waiting. I’m ready to hunt some ghosts, but you have to give us protective armor, weapons, and electric restraining devices.”

Chapter 7: The Savior Conjures Fast Food to Feed Diesel, Abby, and the Resurrected Corpses

Taking a brief pause from the cosmic judgment, the Savior conjures fast food to feed Diesel, Abby, and the resurrected corpses. Diesel’s stomach growls loud enough for everyone in the front row to hear.

“We’re all starving,” he complains. “Judging the dead on an empty stomach is cruel and unusual.”

Abby looks out at the sea of skeletal forms.

“Do we feed them, too?” she asks. “And maybe find some clothes? A stadium full of naked zombies is… a lot.”

The Savior raises His staff.

He waves it once.

In front of every person—living teen and resurrected corpse alike—a cardboard box appears, steaming hot.

The smell of burgers and fries floods the field.

“I’m glad I practiced creating fast food before I came back,” Savior says with a slightly prideful smile.

Diesel opens his box.

“Okay,” he admits. “Miracle fries are pretty convincing.”

Chapter 7, Section 2: Eight Billion Living Humans Rush to Get Red Cross Tattoos and Abby Questions Believer Validity

Outside the stadium, eight billion living humans rush to get red cross tattoos, and Abby questions Believer validity when people suddenly claim blind faith. Beyond the stadium, the world still turns.

Eight billion living humans watch their screens at home as the dead roam and gather. Many are wondering if their judgment time is close—sales of sanctified scribbled books spike. Stores sell out in a few days. Sales of crosses of all sizes increase. Local communities have unspoken competitions to see who has the biggest crucifix on their front lawn. Vendors create T-shirts, coffee mugs, and tennis shoes with red crosses. Suddenly, everyone wants to be baptized. Those who were baptized before want to be baptized again to make sure it is on the current records. Membership in Believer organizations increases dramatically. Everyone feels comfortable in claiming their newfound faith.

“The living are easier to judge,” the Savior says quietly to the teens. “Their bodies never died. But some of their souls are corrupted. Possessed. We must verify who truly belongs to whom.”

Believers don’t carry crosses carved into their skin or burned into their spirits. That mark belongs to someone else now.

Tattoo shops everywhere are swamped.

Lines snake out the doors as people beg for red crucifix tattoos, hoping to hack Heaven’s ID system.

Nobody agrees on what the cross should look like.

Some panic.

Some overcompensate.

A few walk out with a single neat cross on their wrist.

Others walk out covered—dozens, hundreds of red crosses climbing their arms, neck, and face like desperate graffiti.

They think more marks equal more safety.

They never stop to wonder:

If the system is already hacked…

What exactly are they marking themselves for?

Abby questions the validity of new Believers. "Only Believers who had blind faith should go to Heaven. I don't think it's fair for people to suddenly change their minds after the Savior has arrived. Everyone will win the lottery if they can see the winning number on their TV screen. The big book says that everyone who didn't blindly believe in the Savior before He comes back will be swept into outer darkness. Wishful fantasy expectation is the magic potion."

Savior, "Actually, the Tempters also hacked the sanctified book of sacred scribbles a long time ago."

Chapter Synopsis: This document details the events of chapters 1 through 7 within the Crysticism framework, covering the Savior’s return to Earth at a locked-down American high school. Joined by a local news broadcast, the Savior lifts four teenagers—Diesel, Rev, Abby, and Evan—into the air and recruits them as modern disciples to help match resurrected corpses with their rightful spirits in Ghost World. As the narrative unfolds, the Savior blows a magic trumpet that animates billions of unensouled dead bodies and skeletons, creating global chaos as tempters attempt to possess the looting, immortal zombies. The Savior forces the tempters out with the threat of eternal punishment while the teens debate the logistical nightmare of resurrection, the status of unborn souls, the necessity of the mystic tube of light, and the mass rush of living humans getting red-cross tattoos to hack Heaven's ID system.

Core Themes & Laws:

• The Cosmic Undertaker and Corpse Reconciliation: The mechanical reality of Earth's end-stage judgment, wherein the Savior must physically reconcile resurrected corpses with scattered human spirits, navigating hacked databases and tampered records.

• The Hazard of Unearned Immortality: The chaos that ensues when physical bodies are made indestructible without corresponding soul presence or moral self-mastery, turning resurrected masses into lawless looters.

• Spiritual Defense vs. Blind Expectation: The Crystic teaching that passive belief alone cannot protect a person from energetic intrusion, and that practitioners must actively invoke the mystic tube of light to safeguard their bio-fields.

• The Illusion of Bureaucratic Salvation Hacks: The critique of surface-level attempts to game divine justice—such as getting mass-market red-cross tattoos or deathbed confessions—which fail to alter actual soul frequency.

Key Entities Featured in this Document:

• The Savior: The radiant figure who returns to Earth, performs local resurrections, conjures fast food, and attempts to manage the sorting of one hundred billion souls.

• Diesel, Rev, Abby, and Evan: High school students who are lifted into the air, witness the impossible, and are drafted to help sort bodies and ghosts, offering blunt reality checks to the Savior.

• Tempters: Parasitic forces that attempt to possess the newly resurrected, immortal zombies before being driven out by the Savior's warning of eternal sealing.

• Resurrected Corpses and Skeletons: The billions of dead humans who claw their way out of the ground, demanding immortality and expressing immediate desire for lawless freedom and consumer goods.