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

"Yes, he promoted it as the key to salvation, and in a sense he was right."

Rosie, wearing gloves, slowly stroked the stone, her tone chilling.

"But at the same time, it was also the instrument of torture he used to torment criminals."

Trinity Kill Kill Kill: 521. Rosie and Alastor's Plot

Alastor's soul belongs to Rosie, or rather, the power of the strongest sinner lord in Hell was given to this sinner lord named Rosie.

Even when Alastor was still a mortal, he was already a murderer obsessed with killing, and countless people had died at his hands. He also confirmed the existence of Hell of Sinners through some channels.

Knowing that he would inevitably fall into hell after his death, Alastor did not seek a chance to go to heaven by atoning for his sins or doing good deeds. Instead, he found some dark magic and used it to contact the existence of hell—he wanted to ensure that he would be the most powerful and influential person in hell.

But—that's the strange thing.

The black magic that has fallen to earth is almost entirely revealed by the Goetia nobles among the original demons, or rather, those black magics are originally variations and traps of Goetia magic, while sinful demons themselves do not possess magic.

Their power comes from Lilith's singing, which is substantially different from Goetia magic. Just like Alastor's manipulation of shadows and creation of familiars may seem like magic, it actually deals physical damage with sheer force.

But Alastor's magic somehow connected him to a lord of the Sinners' Ring.

Sinner lords may possess some innate power and authority, and can also sign soul contracts with people, but they are ultimately no match for the Getia nobles—this is not a matter of combat strength, but rather that they lack the ability to truly wield the power of Hell at will.

Regardless, Alastor contacted Rosie, who called herself the Lord of Sinners, and offered his own soul in exchange for doing her a favor he couldn't refuse, in exchange for becoming the strongest demon in Hell.

Rosie did indeed fulfill Alastor's wish, but she easily outmaneuvered him by exploiting an information gap—"You are indeed the strongest demon, but a sinner can only become a sinner demon, so you will only ever be the strongest sinner, okay?"

Alastor only realized he'd been tricked long after he'd descended into hell, but he was powerless to do anything about it, because Rosie's contractual condition of "doing one thing" was a vague requirement—in other words, an unlimited one. Unless Rosie specified a particular task, his soul remained forever in her grasp.

For years, Alastor has been traversing Hell, even being forced to carry out futile and difficult tasks, and even helping Shirley build the Hell Hotel, pretending to be a good guy in this foolish place, all for the power Rosie promised.

But now he lacks even the strength, how can he not make Alastor furious?

"I need you to do something, Alastor?"

"What useless work are you planning to make me do now?" Alastor maintained a smile, but couldn't hide the intense pressure emanating from him.

“This matter—once it's settled, I can dissolve our contract.” Rosie waved her hand, and a burning parchment appeared in her palm. She shook it slightly and looked at Alastor with a smile.

"You're not kidding?"

"Really? After this is all done, I can leave that stupid inn?" Alastor said with a forced smile.

“Of course! If you’re still not comfortable, we can sign another soul contract!” Rosie playfully hooked Alastor’s chin.

"And Alastor, dear little pumpkin, I suppose that's not up to you, is it?"

“Yes~~~~~~” Alastor drawled out.

"So, what do you want me to do?"

“This,” Rosie said, placing a soulstone on the table while wearing gloves.

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

“Oh, Alastor, don’t pretend you don’t know, darling, you’ve already guessed, haven’t you?” Rosie said, tilting her head as she looked at Alastor.

"He promoted it as the key to salvation, and in a sense he was right, if we consider the normal relationship between heaven and hell."

Rosie, wearing gloves, slowly stroked the stone, her tone chilling.

"But at the same time, this is also the instrument of torture he used to torment criminals—dear, have you found it yet?"

Alastor stretched out his hand to show a mark floating on his right hand. It was a bright red, twisted and deformed inverted seven-pointed star. It was so deep red and twisted that just looking at it made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

You mean this, right?

"Yes, yes, that's it!" Rosie stared at the mark for a while, seemingly lost in thought.

“Interesting… I originally thought this would be the mark of the original demons, but… it doesn’t match the marks of the seventy-two Goetia nobles or the Ring Lords.”

"Moreover, this overflowing sin is indeed the power of sinners."

"So, you still think your contract is correct?" Alastor asked in a sinister tone.

"No, no, no, darling! This mark is special, but it doesn't represent power itself!" Rosie tapped Alastor's nose and chuckled.

"This mark possesses great power, but it's different from strength. Power and strength are separate things~~~~"

"So you're saying this guy not only can wield holy light that even archangels can't use, but also holds an extremely high position in Hell?" Alastor seemed to laugh in exasperation.

"So what exactly was he? A fallen Jesus?!"

“That’s an interesting question worth exploring, but—Alastor, you have to do what I need you to do first.” Rosie tilted her head.

"I think you've seen the effect of this mark. It's terrifying, absolutely terrifying. How could there be such an evil person in our Pride Ring!"

Rosie deliberately opened her mouth as if she were scared when she said this, which made Alastor's eyelids twitch slightly.

However... what Rosie said is indeed true.

"They lure the masses together in the name of faith and salvation, then plant such a mark on their souls and subject them to further deception."

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The key point is that he wasn't lying; it was a truly ingenious and cunning design.

Alastor marveled at the wickedness and cunning of the plot. This mark was like a small contract, existing within these soul stones, and anyone who touched or used it would sign this contract.

The contents of this contract are just like the declaration of its master: he will redeem your soul, and you will give your soul to him.

It makes perfect sense, after all, how can you atone for your sins if you don't surrender your soul? But the method of atonement was decided by the martyr.

He didn't deceive anyone, because he genuinely believed that this was atonement—to make the souls of the sinners who signed the contract feel endless pain, using such pain to settle accounts with their sinful souls and strip away the original sin from their souls.

"If he continues to deceive us like this, I'm afraid most of the people in the Pride Ring will become slaves to these overflowing stones. At that time, the entire Pride Ring will become a huge hell where every sinner who enters it will suffer torment!"

Rosie straightened her posture and began to speak seriously, recounting the terrible conspiracy of the person who had orchestrated all of this.

"So, Alastor, my dear little pumpkin, I want you to help stop him, expose him! And you must make him reveal the truth to all sinners, expose his true colors, and be utterly disgraced!"

"Ha ha ha, to stop him from turning hell into a real hell, to get my soul back, must I, this wicked sinner, expose his plot?" Alastor seemed amused by the tongue-twisting command, bursting into laughter for a while before reaching out his hand to Rosie.

"Then, it's a pleasure to cooperate."

Rosie grasped Alastor's hand, and as a green glow rose, the pact between them was made.

"Alright, the tea's finished, it's time to head back." Alastor stood up, straightened his collar, and looked at Rosie with a smile.

"What a delightful tea party, Rosie. I hope we can have another one next time we meet."

"I'm always ready, my dear, I'm always ready."

“This is not your fault, Shirley.”

Inside the hotel, Vicky comforted the remorseful Shirley, then glanced up at Cherry Bomb, who was gritting her teeth.

“We couldn’t have predicted that Angel would suddenly resist so fiercely. His soul was still in Valentino’s hands, yet he was so… brave.”

Vicky had always held a low opinion of Angel, seeing him as a self-destructive sinner.

But no one expected that Angel would put up such a fierce resistance today—he refused to film the script that Valentino had arranged for him.

Valentino couldn't believe his ears at first, and then he violently beat and abused Angel, but Angel refused to perform no matter what.

And so Valentino began to torment Angel's soul.

Angel's soul was sold to Valentino, and the Lord of Hell who possessed her soul could ravage and torture Angel at will. The pain and damage of torturing a soul is more than a hundred times that of physical torture!

Even so, Angel pulled through, returned to the hotel without a word, and went to his room to lick his wounds. But—the wounds of the soul cannot be healed by rest alone.

Sinners and demons cannot be killed in the Pride Ring, but this only applies to the physical body. If their souls are given to someone else, that person has a way to achieve the same result as killing them by infinitely obliterating their souls.

Alastor used this method to endlessly torment the lords he captured on his broadcasts, obliterating their souls and annihilating them.

Vicky couldn't imagine how Angel had gotten through it, and at that moment she truly admired this man who was willing to make sacrifices to atone for his sins.

The reality is that if they hadn't returned Angel to Valentino, that sadist would probably have tortured Angel to death.

So just now, they had to send Angel back to the 3V Tower, and who knows what he'll encounter there!

"No, it's all my fault. If I had forced Valentino to return the soul to Angel—" Shirley covered her face and sobbed.

"I didn't expect Angel to be so determined to atone for her sins. I underestimated her. It's all my fault!"

Hesker frowned beside him, exchanging a glance with Cherry Bomb, puzzled—did Angel really have the perseverance and determination to correct himself?

While it's wrong to doubt a brave person like this, it certainly feels off to those who know her. Besides—it all happened so fast.

Who would be happily filming an R18 movie the day before yesterday, and then turn around and become a self-sacrificing saint?

"No, I have to go find Angel right now—"

Shirley couldn't help but stand up, but Vicky immediately pressed her back down, cupping the Hell Princess's face in her hands and gritting her teeth.

"Listen, Shirley, listen! Getting involved now will only escalate the conflict. Valentino is a madman; if you go over there, he might just tear Angel's soul apart!!!"

"And—Shirley, don't forget your dream. Aren't you trying to find a way to redeem souls? Don't you remember you have an appointment today?!"

Shirley hesitated. Yes, today was the day she had finally managed to schedule a meeting with the person in charge of Heaven. This was the best chance to end the massacre.

Mr. Martyr also offered to accompany her. This was a rare opportunity, and perhaps one that would never come again. How could she possibly give it up?

"Calm down and deal with your own problems first. As for Angel? We'll figure something out together, okay?"

Vicky's words of comfort finally calmed Shirley down. She sniffed, nodded emphatically, then stood up, turned, and left the hotel.

"I'm going to see the martyr right now and take him to see the angels in heaven. I'll be right back!"

Shirley hurriedly left, and just as Vicky closed the door, Alastor's distinctive static-like sound rang out from inside.

"Ha ha ha, looks like you guys are pretty busy? All about that little spider who gave up his soul?" Alastor emerged from the shadows, looking at the group in the hotel, and said mockingly.

"If you're not going to help, don't make sarcastic remarks!" Hesk said bluntly.

"No, no, no, I'll help, I'd be happy to help." Alastor held up a finger, paused, and said cheerfully.

"If you want to save that poor little spider, I have a suggestion for you—go find Jesus in hell and have him go to the noisy tower where the moth is. Only he can save him."

Just as everyone in the hotel was processing this information, at the same time—Tsugumi was hurriedly brought out by Shirley and stood in front of the door to meet the angel.

"OK, Mr. Martyr, please don't be nervous. Whew... Archangel Adam is behind the door, don't be nervous!!!"

At this moment, Tsugumi had no idea what kind of suffocating 'walker with God' he would meet in five minutes.

Trinity Kill Kill Kill: 522. This innocent Adam is such a disappointment!!!

Tsurugi stood in front of this enormous clock tower.