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

As Alastor left the hotel, carrying a bouquet of withered flowers and humming a song, he stepped into this unique, independent residential area within the city of Pentagram.

The inhabitants here don't look like demons, or rather, compared to other sinful demons like Fury, the demons here, apart from having pure black eyes, sharp teeth, pale skin, wearing Victorian-style clothing, and having various humanoid limbs they've been feeding on everywhere, don't look too different from humans.

The demons here are indeed quite special; they are all sinners who have committed the crime of cannibalism. And for some reason, this sin has been fixed, sending a fixed number of sinners here.

The one who rules this place is a very mysterious, ancient sinner lord whose seniority is as difficult to ascertain as that of Zaisi Xiu—Rosie.

Also Alastor's—creditor

"Who hasn't thought about eating their first husband? If it weren't for the fact that my first husband tasted terrible, I definitely would have eaten him!"

Rosie, dressed in a Victorian-era court lady's gown and wearing a hat adorned with a snake-like ornament coiled around a skull, was chatting with someone in her shopping mall about her dining experiences when she saw Alastor and her eyes lit up.

"Oh! My Morning Star, am I seeing things? Alastor? Alastor! Where have you been lately! Without your vibrant presence, this hall has lost its luster—"

Rosie greeted him with boundless enthusiasm and a cheerful smile, while Alastor maintained his fake smile.

"Oh, my friend, how could you not know where I've gone?"

"Hehe, how are things going with the little princess from the Morning Star family?" Rosie asked with a smile.

"She's alright, alright. Although she's a naive girl to the point of being nauseating." Alastor smiled insincerely.

"But I didn't come here for this, Rosie. Why don't we go somewhere secluded, have a cup of tea, and talk slowly?"

“Of course, of course.” Rosie smiled and led Alastor to sit down in the small pavilion at the back. She waved, and soon someone poured a pot of strong black tea.

"Your tea is still as good as ever." Alastor picked up the teacup, took a sip, and swallowed.

"Thank you for the compliment. So, you've come for that saint?" Rosie poured herself a full cup of tea, smiling broadly.

"So you know anything about him?" Alastor tilted his head and asked.

"Perhaps he is, perhaps he isn't—at least I'm certain he's not some Jesus." Rosie picked up her teacup, not rushing to drink it, but speaking slowly.

“He is not a part of heaven either. Since he is here, I can guarantee that he is indeed a sinner.”

“But sinners don’t use the holy light of heaven,” Alastor repeated.

"And it certainly won't resurrect other sinners—honestly, is that really the power of angels? I only know that the light of heaven can kill sinners, but I never knew they could save people."

"That's because you've only ever seen that arrogant jerk who talks about Dick all the time use this power," Rosie said, taking a sip of tea and shrugging.

“You have never seen any other angels who can use this power, but I really don’t know how the Holy Light can resurrect sinners.”

"But—I am certain that the power truly came from heaven."

"So—" Allah

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A scream erupted, and the entire flat-screen TV's screen displayed a series of static and the word "logging" amidst the wailing sounds!

"Vox, you idiot!!!"

A demon lord, resembling a doll, dressed in fashionable and flamboyant clothing, with a head of flamboyant wine-red hair, cursed as he approached, pulling Vox over and watching Tsurugi warily.

Dongjiang looked at her, then at the other sinner lords walking over, and said quietly.

"I don't want to get involved in your games, your conspiracies and schemes. Go ahead and carve up your territory, I don't care."

"I am here only to redeem everyone in this broken hell. If you are willing to convert, then come on in. If you are not willing, then please leave."

Having said that, he turned and walked into the church. As the doors of this hellish cathedral closed, a golden glow that repelled the demons emanated from it.

"...Let's go."

Camilla left with a cold face after being turned away. Although Tsurugi refused to associate with them, it was undeniable that a powerful figure who could not be ignored had been born in the Pride Ring from this day forward.

She glanced back at the resurrected demons, and a unique fear and chill made her clench her fists.

"So, this is what your relationship with Vox was like?"

Meanwhile, at the Hell Hotel, facing Vicky's question, which was tinged with both mockery and curiosity, Alastor shrugged and answered with a distorted, electric laugh.

"I don't know what that TV set-top box was thinking, but me? I don't remember ever having such a person in my life? Anyway, I'm not interested in television technology at all, hahaha!"

"Anyway, I'm going to visit an old friend. See you later," Alastor said, then, without waiting for their reply, he disappeared into the shadows beneath his feet and vanished.

"Yes, Dad, no... We can meet and talk."

"How did the conversation go? What did your dad say?" Vicky immediately changed the subject after Shirley hung up the phone.

"He said... he could help me contact people in Heaven, and I can go see them today." Shirley gripped her phone and sighed.

"But as for how to go to heaven, he said he didn't know. However, after I told him about Mr. Martyr, he became a little excited. We made an appointment, and he asked us to make an appointment with Mr. Martyr in advance as well."

"What? Lucifer! Shouldn't we tidy up the inn right away, at least make it look—something decent?" Vicky asked anxiously.

"Haha, I'm going to give him a crown made of insects!!!" Nefertie laughed, holding up a crown made of cockroaches.

"No, no way!!!" x3

The inn's inhabitants sprang into action, and in terms of actions alone, there was no doubt that the name Lucifer Morningstar was far more intimidating than his overly kind daughter.

But just as they continued their deep cleaning—

BOOM! ! !

The inn's door was suddenly blasted open by a bomb, billowing thick smoke, but the bomb's destructive power wasn't that great. Inside, there was a strange smell of gunpowder mixed with caramel.

A demonic figure emerged from the thick smoke. She looked somewhat like Nefertiti, both being one-eyed, but she was larger. She wore a pink and purple sequined crop top and blue denim shorts, and carried a bomb in her hand.

"Good evening, you bastards! Where's my melancholy little darling? I'm here to indulge him!"

"Cherry!!!" Shirley exclaimed the other person's name—Cherry Bomb, the hellish name she had given herself, one of Angel's few friends.

"She's in the room upstairs, and hasn't come out all day," Hesker said weakly as he returned to the bar to continue wiping the endless stream of glasses.

"Oh, thank you. You're still so thoughtful, digging deep into the infinite treasures of the heavens."

“Shirley, sometimes I really feel like this hotel is no different from a public restroom,” Vicky sighed, looking at the messy entrance.

"We can be more tolerant, after all..."

Before Shirley could finish speaking, Cherry Bomb rushed down again, this time dragging Angel down with her, and then angrily said...

"What happened? How did this little bitch become like this?!"

On the other side, a cannibal town

As Alastor left the hotel, carrying a bouquet of withered flowers and humming a song, he stepped into this unique, independent residential area within the city of Pentagram.

The inhabitants here don't look like demons, or rather, compared to other sinful demons like Fury, the demons here, apart from having pure black eyes, sharp teeth, pale skin, wearing Victorian-style clothing, and having various humanoid limbs they've been feeding on everywhere, don't look too different from humans.

The demons here are indeed quite special; they are all sinners who have committed the crime of cannibalism. And for some reason, this sin has been fixed, sending a fixed number of sinners here.

The one who rules this place is a very mysterious, ancient sinner lord whose seniority is as difficult to ascertain as that of Zaisi Xiu—Rosie.

Also Alastor's—creditor

"Who hasn't thought about eating their first husband? If it weren't for the fact that my first husband tasted terrible, I definitely would have eaten him!"

Rosie, dressed in a Victorian-era court lady's gown and wearing a hat adorned with a snake-like ornament coiled around a skull, was chatting with someone in her shopping mall about her dining experiences when she saw Alastor and her eyes lit up.

"Oh! My Morning Star, am I seeing things? Alastor? Alastor! Where have you been lately! Without your vibrant presence, this hall has lost its luster—"

Rosie greeted him with boundless enthusiasm and a cheerful smile, while Alastor maintained his fake smile.

"Oh, my friend, how could you not know where I've gone?"

"Hehe, how are things going with the little princess from the Morning Star family?" Rosie asked with a smile.

"She's alright, alright. Although she's a naive girl to the point of being nauseating." Alastor smiled insincerely.

"But I didn't come here for this, Rosie. Why don't we go somewhere secluded, have a cup of tea, and talk slowly?"

“Of course, of course.” Rosie smiled and led Alastor to sit down in the small pavilion at the back. She waved, and soon someone poured a pot of strong black tea.

"Your tea is still as good as ever." Alastor picked up the teacup, took a sip, and swallowed.

"Thank you for the compliment. So, you've come for that saint?" Rosie poured herself a full cup of tea, smiling broadly.

"So you know anything about him?" Alastor tilted his head and asked.

"Perhaps he is, perhaps he isn't—at least I'm certain he's not some Jesus." Rosie picked up her teacup, not rushing to drink it, but speaking slowly.

“He is not a part of heaven either. Since he is here, I can guarantee that he is indeed a sinner.”

“But sinners don’t use the holy light of heaven,” Alastor repeated.

"And it certainly won't resurrect other sinners—honestly, is that really the power of angels? I only know that the light of heaven can kill sinners, but I never knew they could save people."

"That's because you've only ever seen that arrogant jerk who talks about Dick all the time use this power," Rosie said, taking a sip of tea and shrugging.

“You have never seen any other angels who can use this power, but I really don’t know how the Holy Light can resurrect sinners.”

"But—I am certain that the power truly came from heaven."

"So—" Allah

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Stowe concluded, "Was that a fallen demon who could wield the power of angels, even six-winged angels?"

"The world is full of wonders," Rosie said with a smile.

"Then you've broken our agreement." Alastor suddenly let out a short, deep, sinister, and cold laugh.

"You once promised that I, who had fallen into hell, would become the strongest, but you only made me the strongest sinner. And now, that promise is no longer valid?"

Seeing Alastor's hair standing on end, Rosie covered her mouth and laughed even harder.

“Oh, my dear, you’re mistaken again. His power doesn’t belong to sinners; he simply used other powers. You have indeed become the strongest sinner, but do you expect a sinner to defeat a being that wields holy light purer than an archangel?”

"Although I don't understand what he is, he is certainly not someone that sinners can easily face."

She gently raised her right hand, and a rope made of magic appeared in her hand—connecting to Alastor's neck.

"So, Alastor, the contract wasn't broken. You're still my pet~~~~"

Alastor's teeth chattered with anger, but Rosie suddenly changed the subject, smiling sweetly.

"But—I do need you to do something for me, something specific."

As Rosie spoke, she put on gloves and then took out a Soul Stone.

"Is this that guy's stone?" Alastor looked at the colorful soul stone path.