Kamageen looked at Amdusias and asked, "But tell me, why do you revoke the blessings given to humans at the age of 27? Could you take them later or even earlier?"
Amdusias crossed his arms and replied, "It all started with that guy lying there. He didn't fall victim to the usual overdose or substance abuse leading to suicide. A week later, his manager, Jeffrey, would drink heavily and overdose on sleeping pills, leading to his death."
Curiously, Kamageen raised an eyebrow, "Huh? When I sent the reaper for him, it didn't seem like he was murdered by someone."
Puerson shrugged, "Indeed, Jeffrey drugged him with sleeping pills and didn't get caught. But eventually, won't it be uncovered? Then he gave blessings to Amy Winehouse, warning her of dying at 27, creating anxiety until she eventually died of substance overdose. The same fate as Kurt Cobain."
Kamageen inquired further, "So, in the end, you didn't take their souls? There wasn't even a guarantee of life until 27?"
Amdusias nodded, "No. My contract stipulated that in exchange for blessings, I receive their soul after death. Though unintended, the despair they felt was a more precious gift than their souls."
Pondering, Kamageen remarked, "So, the deaths weren't your doing, and their substance abuse might have been their way to cope with the fear of losing their abilities."
Amdusias agreed, "Correct. The mental stress humans endure has limits. Compared to demons facing daily life-threatening situations in the underworld, their mental resilience doesn't hold. Even if they avoid murder, they might succumb to suicide within three days."
Kamageen nodded in agreement, "True, humans are fragile beings. That's why I've always kept an eye on this one. I can't afford any disruptions in my plans due to a mental breakdown. There was a recent crisis."
Amdusias chuckled, "Indeed, Andras recently visited, complaining despite being the top 63rd demon lord in hell, he got a scolding from you, sir? Haha. You graciously forgave him, hiding your power so that he didn't realize this child had your blessing."
Kamageen frowned, "Andras is causing quite a stir. The higher lords like Amon or Barbatos might take notice. If they intervene, it could be troublesome. We might need to call him back and warn him firmly."
Amdusias joked, "Oh my, I've meddled too much. Please exclude my part when speaking to Andras."
Kamageen chuckled, "Today, I'm the one asking for a favor, so I'll let that slide. Haha. Anyway, we've spoken too long. Although I haven't come to the human realm for this child's dreams, staying too long might attract the attention of other lords. Let's finish up and go."
Amdusias approached Geon, laying a hand on his head, and pronounced, "As Amdusias, lord of 22 legions of Hell, I imbue his body with the power of command. Grant him unmatched talent and skill for all musical instruments, spreading his music far and wide."
A dark light emanated from Amdusias's right hand, enveloping Geon's body, the concentrated light dissipating within him.
Amdusias gazed at Geon and said, "It is done, sir. He might not instantly master new instruments, but his learning ability surpasses hundreds of ordinary humans. Any instrument named will yield to him. Thanks to your blessing, his mind is remarkably sharp. His understanding surpasses that black guy, enabling him to play music that transcends."
Kamageen tapped Amdusias's shoulder lightly, "Thank you for granting my request. When you return to the underworld, ensure the appropriate compensation."
Together, they gradually vanished, and the monochrome world regained its colors. The frozen clock resumed ticking, and the faint daily noises started again. Geon, who had paused playing the guitar, was now asleep on the couch.
As he slept, he didn't anticipate seeing Jimmy again, much like unexpectedly encountering Elvis in the past. He didn't expect to see Jimmy again; instead, he thought the last image of Jimmy asleep on the bed would be the final memory.