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

"What a foolish thing to do to provoke a lion so casually?"

Tsugumi laughed, one hand radiating holy light, the other dripping with a viscous, pitch-black liquid.

"Is that so? Then I don't mind using your head to demonstrate my power, Broadcast Demon."

Just when the atmosphere was tense and about to explode—

"Alastor, what are you doing!"

Vicky's cold voice rang out at the doorway, and the shadow beneath Alastor's feet instantly vanished, his head snapping to the side in horror, turning 180 degrees to look over.

"I was just exchanging experiences with our new friends," Alastor's voice returned to its electric, feigned cheerfulness.

"Suggestions on how to attract more new viewers!"

"You'd better not hurt anyone Shirley cares about," Vicky warned, then turned and left.

Alastor watched Vicky's figure disappear, while Tsurugi beside him slowly added a sentence.

"What do you think is the reason this angel lady stayed by Princess Shirley's side?"

"What?" Alastor looked at Tsurugi in surprise, while Tsurugi smiled and raised the holy light in his left hand.

"No one understands angels better than me. I could tell at first glance that this young lady has a pure... well, a soul at least purer than that of sinners. She is in the shape of an angel."

"Although same-sex love is strictly forbidden in our doctrine, I'm also very curious: if Lucifer and Lilith's daughter got together with an angel and they really had offspring, what kind of mixed-race child would that be?"

"Haha, you're an interesting person." Alastor stared at Tsurugi for a long time, laughing incessantly.

“I think we can cooperate in some areas, but—” He tossed a soul stone at Tsurugi’s feet and squinted.

"It would be best if you didn't leave your stone in this hotel."

Tsugumi picked up the soul stone, looked at Alastor, and suddenly a darkness that would send chills down even the lords of hell wafted through her, her tone ethereal and joyful.

"It's no use; anyone who touches the stone is doomed..."

Alastor narrowed his eyes slightly, while at the same time, in another room in the hotel—

"That damned bastard! That stinking missionary pig, who does he think he is!"

Angel tossed and turned in bed, his mind in turmoil. He tossed his phone aside and muttered curses under his breath.

But no matter how foul-mouthed or how much cursing one may be, some memories that reside deep in one's heart cannot simply disappear.

His real name was Anthony Durst. He died in the United States in 1947 from a drug overdose.

As Tsuruga said, his crimes, his cause of death, his... suffering.

Perhaps in hell, or in the human world today, homosexuality has evolved from a sin that is discriminated against into a politically correct thing that can be said in public. But in 40s America, it was an absolutely forbidden and discriminatory act.

Moreover, he was born into a conservative Mafia family, and his homosexuality and cross-dressing tendencies would naturally be seen as a disgrace to the family.

His life was decadent and lacked self-love for most people; he was constantly committing slow suicide.

This is why he went to hell, but it is undeniable that, in terms of his birth environment, compared to his mafia family, Angel was practically a saint!

At least he didn't intentionally harm anyone else; he only killed his mafia boss father, who had long abused him...?

"You can atone for your sins; you are not beyond redemption; you can go to heaven..."

"Fuck you, you liar!"

Tsurugi's words echoed in her mind, while an agitated Angel covered her ears and cursed before falling into a deep sleep.

This is a murky black ocean, beneath a dark, black-and-white sky.

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　When Angel opened her eyes, she found herself in this place. Her eyes widened, and she had no idea why she was there or what this place was.

A wave crashed in, carrying Angel's body out to sea. The filthy, foul-smelling seawater rushed into Angel's nostrils and body, causing her immense pain.

“Save… Xia… Vicky… Hesk…”

"Those who talk about salvation can't save you, but I can." A cheerful voice came from the sea.

The murky seawater once again slammed Angel onto the surface, where he saw the Thrush walking on the water like a miraculous Jesus, but in this dark and murky ocean, he had no divine radiance whatsoever.

Instead, there was only a chilling darkness that seemed to burst forth from beneath that disguised exterior.

"Don't be nervous, I don't want to hurt you, at least not now." The monster in the guise of a saint looked at Angel and gave her a smile that sent chills down her spine.

"I don't want you to save me!" Angel screamed. "Let me out! I knew it! You're a liar! You've lied to everyone!"

"A liar? No, no, no, I've always been honest." Tsurugi looked down at the ferocious-looking spider demon.

"Atony, ascension, and then entry into heaven. What I did was exactly the same as what Princess Shirley promoted."

“However, I will never give you or any other sinner the right to choose, because you are not worthy to choose. Nevertheless, I still hope you will admit it.”

This is the power that Tsurugi possessed after becoming a sinner—hatred.

His holy light is real, and so is his hatred; the latter is his authority as a sinner, while the former is the color of his soul.

He can not only sense the hatred and emotions of others, but also harness these powers—hatred stems from sin, from the objects of harm. All the people or things that sinners have harmed are piles of hatred, the source of his boundless power.

He is the Lord of Love, and also the King of Hatred.

Tsuruga walked up to Angel, looked at him, who was unable to move in the murky sea, and said with a smile.

“You know perfectly well that I am not lying. Here, right here, is the hatred born of your sins. And this hatred is the fetter that prevents you from reaching heaven.”

"Go to hell, who do you think you are? What right do you have to judge me?!" Angel screamed hysterically.

"You ask me what I am?" Tsurugi looked at the polluted sky.

“I am the wrath of God, I am the annihilating voice of God, I am the brother of Jesus, I am the adopted son of God, I am the unborn god, I am…myself.”

"All that I have said is only valuable in the end, because I am who I am, and therefore I have the right to judge you all. Since you have already given the worst answer sheet of your lives, then—you should pay a heavy price."

He crouched down, gently stroked Angel's frightened cheek, and smiled.

“Don’t be afraid, Anthony. You are only going to be in this ocean of hatred for a short time. You just need to atone for the sins of ruining your life, indulging in lust and excessive pleasure. Don’t worry, it will be soon.”

"Compared to 99% of the sinners in hell, you will qualify for heaven in a very short time."

"Especially... compared to them."

It was only then that Angel realized that, at some point—no, it should be said that all along, countless wailing and screaming faces had been floating around him!

They rise and fall in this filthy, dark ocean, immersed in the hatred born of their own sins.

Murder, robbery, theft, human trafficking, framing, false accusation, corrupt police, war

Countless sins have forged this ocean of hatred. The hatred of those these souls have harmed has turned into black water, engulfing them and tormenting them again and again!

The vast majority of them will never have the chance to escape.

Their sins are too deep and too heavy. The hatred born of their sins has filled this dark ocean. Their atonement is destined to go on until almost the end of Nautical numbers. They will not have the chance to pay their debts even when the universe is destroyed!

The hateful master has no mercy for these sinners who have committed unforgivable sins. Even if he gives them a chance to atone, they will probably never be able to atone for their sins.

Angel is one who can atone for his sins, and his hatred stems from others, but even more so from himself.

“You people always shout about the greatness of freedom, but I don’t understand why you think you have the freedom to hurt others with no punishment.”

Looking at Angel, who was consumed by terror, Tsugumi said softly.

"But it's okay, darling, it's not a little bit okay. I'll make up for the missing parts of this hell."

“Pain, torment, sorrow, screams, wails, you will be satisfied. Your sins will turn into hatred to torment you, hurt you, and make you realize how terrible you have been. But when all your hatred is exhausted, you will be redeemed.”

"If the Lord of Hell doesn't fix this place, then let it burn."

Tsurugi's body gradually sank into the black ocean, and then the sea began to pulsate.

In this deep, bottomless ocean of darkness and hatred, a colossal and indescribable creature is slowly breaking through the water!

Angel could not see its true form, only a fraction of its appearance shrouded in countless hatreds, and even that single glimpse filled Angel's heart with boundless terror.

He let out a silent scream, merging into this ocean of hatred.

Trinity Kill Kill Kill: 517. When someone hits your left cheek, extend your right cheek.

"Are you really not planning to stay a couple more days, Mr. Martyr?"

Standing at the entrance of the Hell Hotel, Shirley watched the radiant and reassuring saint about to depart, and said with reluctance...

"No, there are still many more people who need to hear the truth of salvation. Princess Shirley, I also hope that you can get the most correct answer from your father."

With a gentle smile, Tsurugi shook Shirley's hand, then turned and walked back into the chaotic neighborhood.

Shirley watched Tsurugi disappear into the horizon of Pentagram City, then wiped her face, took a deep breath, and cheered herself up.

Shirley, keep it up! Go do what you're supposed to do, what else could she possibly complain about? I'm not alone!

"Hey, Shirley, good morning."

Just as Shirley was taking out her phone, hesitating about how to tell her father, the King of Hell, a voice behind her startled her so much she almost dropped her phone.

Shirley turned around. It was Angel, who was wearing a gray sweater that clashed with his usual sexy and glamorous attire, and was smiling at her.

"Um, good morning Angel, what are you going to do?" Shirley looked at him with some curiosity, after all, Angel was always the last to go to bed and the last to get up in the hotel.

“I’m going to Valentino,” Angel said calmly.

"Ah, yes, that's right, yes..." Shirley stammered, hesitating for a moment before whispering.

"Do you need me to go with you? Maybe if I go a few more times, they'll let you go..."

Although Angel lived in the Hell Hotel, he still went to work in the VOX building every day, and his job was to shoot all sorts of erotic films.

Moreover, because he was staying at the Hell Hotel, Valentino arranged increasingly extreme and abusive activities for him.

Shirley naturally had a lot of opinions about this, and she hoped that Angel could give up this job, but this was not something that Angel could decide on her own, because her soul was bound by a contract with Valentino, one of the 3Vs.

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Shirley had approached Valentino about this matter more than once, and her method of doing so was... pleading.