Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

"But mistakes should have consequences; this is a principle that even children understand. Small mistakes can be forgiven and easily corrected because they don't cause too much harm, but for big mistakes, one must pay the price for them."

"You're right, but..."

"The first step to atonement is recognizing your mistakes." Tsugumi interrupted Shirley again, looking at her with a gentle expression that Shirley felt was as if she were being looked at by someone mentally challenged.

"You know that too, don't you? So why are you accusing me of pointing out their mistakes?"

Shirley remained silent, scratching her hair in frustration. Vicky, standing beside her, patted her shoulder with concern, then looked at Tsugumi and said in a sharp tone...

"And what about you? Have you purified their souls?"

"In terms of the outcome, they have transformed from sinners who were depraved and unaware of their own depravity into sinners who have turned towards goodness in their hearts. Isn't that a huge step forward?" Tsurugi said very calmly.

"I'm only one step away—the last step to atone for my sins."

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"Step, yes... how come I didn't think of that?"

Tsugumi stroked her chin and suddenly began to mutter to herself.

He had hoped to hear some useful information from Lucifer's daughter, but—Shirley Morningstar seemed to be a spoiled, naive princess.

Could she be under ten years old? Otherwise, how could she say something so stupid? Or is she just lying to herself?

Tsugumi would rather admit he'd been tricked! Otherwise—he felt like he was about to have a stroke!

"But if we ask them to atone for their sins, wouldn't that mean..." Shirley's face was full of pity.

“Yes, but that’s the meaning of hell’s existence.” Tsugumi raised her chin slightly and said calmly.

"Recognize your sins and then make amends. The best way is to find the person involved and get their genuine forgiveness. If that's not possible, then you must bear the corresponding mistakes and pain caused to the person involved."

“Princess Shirley, I understand what you’re trying to say. You think it’s good for Hell to remain as it is—you want to stop the mass extinction in Heaven because you think killing is wrong.”

"But have you considered that your initial assumption was wrong? The demons on this level are sinful demons; they are born with errors and have fallen into hell. If those who have erred do not atone—"

Tsugumi paused, her tone slightly cold.

"Then what's the point of having a heaven? Even children know that doing the right thing earns them candy, and doing the wrong thing gets them punished. Is that wrong?"

Xia Li cried out and covered her head. She had no way to refute Dongjiang, because, in terms of facts and reason, she had no right to refute him.

"Of course, your idea isn't entirely wrong." Tsugumi changed the subject, looking at Shirley who had looked up.

"It is very unfair to categorize sinners who have gone astray with true sinners. Take Ms. Angel, for example. Her greatest sin in life was not patricide, but a lack of self-love. Her depraved life and lack of appreciation for her own life led her to hell, but if things were normal, she would have been fully entitled to heaven."

Seriously speaking, in a normal biblical hell, a sinner like Angel would most likely be cast into the borders of hell—after all, she didn't really commit suicide. Her greatest sin came from indulging her own desires. Even if she fell into hell, at most she would only have to atone for her sins in the cycle of desire for a hundred years before being released.

But in this very world, these petty criminals are locked up alongside a whole host of heavyweights like human traffickers, murderers, warmongers, and blasphemers.

Even human prisons are divided into low-security, medium-security, and high-security prisons. To indiscriminately mix all criminals together, regardless of their gender or age, is to completely desecrate one's own duty!

If all criminals end up in the same way, what is the value of atonement? Even an extreme person like Tsurugi wouldn't beat a thief into a pulp.

"But if that's the case, won't hell become even worse..." Shirley listened to all this, yet her face still showed unbearable pity.

"You are Lucifer's daughter, you are part of the ruling class of Hell, you should know this better than I do," Tsurugi said softly, looking at Shirley.

"Why don't you ask Lucifer about how to properly go to Heaven and why Hell has become a garbage dump where all sinners are thrown together indiscriminately?"

"Or you can inquire about Heaven through him. Your Highness, you really don't seem like Lucifer's daughter."

Vicky frowned slightly; she suddenly realized that this guy seemed to have a lot of disrespect for Lucifer.

This disrespect wasn't the contempt other sinners and demons showed towards Shirley; rather, it was a tone of mockery as if they were used to it, as if they knew her well and therefore didn't care at all...

Xia Li's eyes lit up, then she hesitated for a moment, but still nodded heavily.

Tsuruge sighed as she looked at Xia Li. She was a good kid who didn't know any better. She wanted to do good deeds, but she didn't realize that the object of her good deeds was problematic.

Moreover, she doesn't seem to be very bright! And she doesn't look like Lucifer's daughter at all!

Can Lucifer solve this problem in Hell? Tsurugi didn't really have any hope. After all, since the fall from grace hadn't fundamentally changed this damned Pride Ring, it meant that Lucifer either couldn't change it or was too lazy to change it.

Moreover, with only the Sixth Ring Demon and its Ring Master having such a postmodern art style, Tsuruga seriously doubts whether they can pick up their original job as demons!

Thinking of this, a crimson light flashed in Tsurugi's eyes.

If all of this cannot be corrected, then he will use the most extreme methods to overthrow the order—even if it means the world will be turned upside down, but the flawed order must be destroyed.

Tsugumi originally planned to leave directly, but Shirley insisted on inviting him to stay there for the night.

Tsurugi accepted the invitation and stayed there, after all... he had also sensed the 'invitation' from a certain unseen figure in the inn.

Eternal night, who knows when

Three rhythmic knocks came from the door, like a cane politely tapping on the door. Before Tsurugi could respond, the door opened by itself.

The moment the door opened, the already dim lighting in the room became even dimmer.

Immediately following, amidst the crackling electrical noise of an old radio tuning, the flickering lights, and the terrifying atmosphere of blasphemous symbols crawling across the room's walls, a crimson figure, accompanied by a massive, Wendigo-like shadow, entered the room.

I thought you would leave here—or find a more respectable place.

A distorted radio crackled to life, and a devilish figure entered the room, dressed in a red striped suit, wearing a monocle, and with a smile that seemed forever frozen, revealing sharp, dark yellow teeth.

He entered the room like a seasoned gentleman, carrying a microphone cane, and looked at Tsurugi, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed meditating, with great interest.

"Are you a demon or a human? Don't tell me you really are Jesus, hahahahahaha!"

Tsugumi slowly opened her eyes, looking at the demon lord before her, a slight smile playing on her lips amidst the crackling electricity above her head.

"So, it's you? The strongest sinner demon? What kind of deal did you make, or what terrible sins did you commit, to gain power in hell?"

"The sins committed in life don't equate to power here; otherwise, the strongest sinner lord in Hell right now would be Queen Victoria," Alastor said with a forced smile.

"So let's reveal the answer: are you a demon? Or a demon in human skin?"

He pointed the microphone cane at Tsugumi's mouth, as if he were interviewing him.

"A fake priest who, with ulterior motives, seduces the souls of sinners, deceives their trust, and covets Lucifer's daughter."

"Perhaps I really am a priest, or a saint, or a son of God."

Tsurugi looked at Alastor and said slowly.

As he spoke, a dazzling holy light emanated from his left hand.

Looking at the light, Alastor squinted his eyes. Without a doubt, this was the true radiance of heaven.

Even the angels who descend to slaughter every year do not possess such light.

“Or perhaps…” He leaned closer to Alastor, his voice becoming low and viscous, as if beneath a thick layer of black oil.

“I am a wolf in sheep’s clothing, darker and more terrifying than you sinners. Alastor, do you know what hatred tastes like?”

Alastor narrowed his eyes, and blasphemous symbols appeared in the surrounding air. Feeling the strange, instinctive dread emanating from him, he looked at Tsurugi. He abandoned his plan to kill this unknown individual outright, and his eyes darted around...

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　"Hahaha, it seems we might get along well. Perhaps I should support you in becoming the strongest lord of Hell."

“I don’t mind, but we’ll have to wait for our princess to bring us the exact details before we can take any concrete action.”

Tsurugi sat back down some distance away, then looked into the distance, towards the direction of her church, and said softly.

"Hell is never short of bloodshed and conflict, and there are always those who can't stand to see others succeed. I'm just a good person who wants to redeem all sinners."

"You need someone to establish your authority, my friend, even if you possess power—" The broadcasting demon narrowed his eyes, straightened his collar, and said with a fake smile.

"You'll need to kill a few powerful lords to instill fear in them."

"Oh? So you're going to recommend someone to me?"

"Don't you think that TV tower is annoying?" Alastor pointed his cane at the towering TV building in Pentagram City in the distance, turning his head 180 degrees.

What do you think about tearing them down?

"Religion truly cannot exist without media propaganda," Dongjiang said quietly, gazing at the television tower.

"However, I think I might have some strange connection with that Lord Vox. And—there are actually quite a few hell lords who are courting death."

"Don't worry, my power will be perfectly demonstrated tomorrow."

Trinity Kill Kill Kill: Chapter 516. Love and Hatred (Bonus Chapter, Please Vote!)

Vox

The president of VoxTek, the embodiment of arrogance in the media industry, and the hottest news anchor of the new era.

He, along with two others—Virvet, who monopolized almost all of the fashion industry in the Pride Ring, and Valentino, who controlled all industries—were known as the 3Vs, and were also the youngest Lords of Hell.

This guy is arrogant to the point of being inflated. You can see his TV head in the ads of almost every program in Pentagram City. And it is said that in the seven years that this broadcasting devil disappeared, he took over all of the other party's market.

The reason why this guy and Tsugumi have something in common is that Tsugumi's earliest sinful demon form and authority are exactly the same as this guy's!

Honestly—Tsugumi has reason to believe that it might be the result of some unknown force copying and pasting!

But putting all that aside, Tsugumi really does need to pay a visit to this Lord of Hell.

Religion cannot be separated from propaganda, and new media itself is also a major channel for religious propaganda. If Dongjiang wants to 'purify' the demons of this circle of arrogance, he really needs his help.

but--

“I'd rather they come to me than come to me myself.” Tsugumi looked at Alastor’s ridiculously fake smile.

"However, what you said about establishing authority is indeed very necessary, but I can choose a different target."

"What do you think of Rosie, the lord of the cannibal town? After all, cannibalism is a serious crime at any time."

Alastor's fake smile paused for a moment, then widened even more.

"From my personal perspective, I don't mind you doing this. Although Rosie doesn't have any major businesses in Pentagram City, she is quite powerful among the Hell Lords in terms of status and strength."

Tsurugi stared at Alastor for a while, then suddenly looked amused.

“Interesting, very interesting. Why do you harbor such a deep hatred for Rosie? Ah, the smell is so strong.”

"You hate her deception, you loathe her manipulation. What happened between you that makes your soul hate her so much?"

Alastor's expression changed slightly, then his smile widened.

"Has anyone ever told you, missionary?" With his increasingly dangerous laughter, the shadow beneath his feet stretched endlessly, a vast, Wendigo-like darkness that seemed poised to devour the river.