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

"Is this the true power of hell?" Now free, Alastor leaned weakly on his cane, his eyes fixed intently on the battle raging in the sky.

This is the power he truly desires; Alastor wants to become the strongest demon in Hell—not the so-called strongest sinner!

No matter how strong a sinner is, he is still a sinner, a lowly prisoner, a fragile mortal whose limits are predetermined.

Only by becoming a demon, a true demon, an apostle of the true power of hell...

The battle taking place in the Pride Ring was felt even in Hell below.

Some fearless imps deliberately sneaked into the Pride Ring and began filming the scene from a great distance with cameras.

There hasn't been a war in Hell for a long time.

After all, the hell in this world doesn't even have the KPI requirements from heaven. They don't need to go to the human world to bewitch sinners, they don't need to incite wars, and their own need for souls is infinitely close to zero.

Their overly comfortable lives meant that these demons at the bottom of society had almost never witnessed the wars of the mythical era.

And now, they have seen it.

Even the ring masters were surprised by this scene!

"My Morning Star! Those two guys are sinners too?!"

In an inconspicuous company in another city of the Pride Ring, a few imps gathered to watch television gasped in astonishment at the earth-shattering battle on screen.

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Can humans become so terrifying and powerful after death?

This was clearly not just a problem for these lowly demons; even some of the Getia nobles who ruled Hell were questioning their existence.

After all, they had previously thought that the sinners of the Pride Ring were just a bunch of weaklings who were only good for fighting, and that the so-called Lords of Hell were nothing more than a bunch of country bumpkins.

—But so, Lucifer, you're constantly going up against such 'sinners' every day?

Lucifer, you are so great!

The battle between the behemoths lasted for ten minutes, and Cain ultimately delivered the decisive blow.

He put the two stone axes together, holding them as one larger axe with the blade facing down and the back of the axe facing up, and raised it high above his head.

He ignored the magic that forcibly peeled off his skin, ignored the endless pain spreading through his body, and amidst countless dark spells, he activated the curse etched into his soul!

Those who harm Cain will surely suffer sevenfold retribution!

That was a curse he received when he killed his brother Abel while he was still human. Nothing could get close to him, so he wandered the earth for a long time before dying alone.

After becoming a sinner, the curse would naturally lose its effect, but now he can briefly activate it.

The King of Hatred unleashed a fireball, but it backfired on him. With the shockwave from the explosion, Tsugumi's defense vanished in an instant!

It's now!

Cain's axe blade pierced through the King of Hatred's palm, but it did not stop, nor could it possibly stop.

His body tumbled in the air, the giant axe slipping from Dongjiang's grasp, bringing with it a spray of dark golden liquid that poured down like rain. He stomped through the air—his feet striking the air, which exploded beneath him, forming rings of transparent, spreading shockwaves. Using the recoil, he propelled himself even higher.

When the blade of the giant axe cleaved into Dongjiang's chest, it seemed as if the entire sky of the Pride Ring had darkened.

Cain hung from Tsurugi's chest, his hands gripping the axe handle, the blade deeply embedded in the swirling soul deep within the crack. Tsurugi's blood flowed down the axe handle, dripping onto the soul stones, each drop dimming, silencing, and killing a soul stone a little more.

Tsurugi's body began to tilt, his arms flailing in the air as if trying to grab onto something for support. His spine convulsed behind him as his body sank into the sea of ​​flesh and blood, like a mountain slowly collapsing.

The sinners below looked up, watching the enormous, sky-covering figure collapse. They cheered, thinking they had won, but—

“I’ve had enough.” Tsurugi chuckled mockingly, his four hands suddenly gripping Cain’s face, and then, Tsurugi touched Cain’s soul.

"It's time for this foolish farce to come to an end, and I have already won."

Cain found himself in a familiar place.

In the field. In that sun-drenched field, overgrown with wheat and weeds. Abel's blood seeped into the soil, turning it red. The red turned black in the sunlight, and the black turned to dust in the wind. The dust settled on Cain's face, and Cain raised his hand to wipe it away—

His fingers touched his face. Warm, supple, covered with a thin layer of sweat that hadn't yet dried in the sun. He looked down at his hands, human hands, young, with distinct knuckles, covered in dirt.

"elder brother?"

Cain looked up sharply. The fields were still there. The sun was still there. The blood-stained ground was still there. And Abel—the first man he had stoned to death, the first to die, the first to be buried—was standing before him.

He held a bunch of freshly picked wildflowers in his hand, tilting his head to look at him. There was no fear or resentment in his eyes, only a simple, unguarded, heartbreaking confusion, an almost foolish kindness and timidity that would not change even after death and going to heaven.

"Brother, why are you looking at me?"

Cain opened his mouth, as if to say—run. Run. Get away from me. Never look back, but the word that came out of his throat was something else entirely.

"……sorry."

Dongjiang's voice squeezed in almost at his most vulnerable moment, through the gap in that "I'm sorry," like a knife, like a needle, like a snake burrowing into his heart.

"It's too late." Tsurugi chuckled in a low voice. "You didn't feel any remorse when you chose to kill him out of jealousy, and you've been wandering in hell for thousands of years, talking to graves, talking to walls, talking to the air, but no matter what, your apologies are meaningless."

Cain's hand slipped from Tsurugi's collar, and his body leaned forward.

The fields vanished. The sun vanished. The patch of ground where Abel's blood had seeped vanished as well.

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Cain's soul plunged into that black, lightless, bottomless water.

The water was cold. Cold to the very cracks of his bones. Cold to the very folds of his soul. Cold to the deepest wound that had never been touched by any force for thousands of years.

He didn't struggle. Not because he didn't want to—but because he couldn't. The dark water was too heavy. Each drop felt like a falling rock, pressing down on his chest, on his shoulders, on his soul. He couldn't open his eyes. He couldn't open his mouth. He could only sink.

sink.

sink.

Dongjiang stood on the water, watching Cain disappear. Cain's giant axe was still embedded in his chest, and his blood was still flowing from the blade. The blood was turning black and congealing.

He reached out, gripped the axe handle, and pulled it out with force.

Meanwhile, outside, Cain's colossal body suddenly collapsed, his soul snatched away by Tsurugi, and this Titan body, which embodied the power and hope of all the sinners of the Pride Ring, vanished.

Another sinner lord has fallen in battle, and more than 80% of the sinners in the Pride Ring have died, their souls all sent to the pentagram to suffer eternally!

The rules of the Pride Ring have been rewritten—every soul that falls into the Pride Ring must first endure torment equal to that soul before it can re-enter Hell as a sinner.

Tsurugi has achieved his victory.

Shirley's eyes welled with tears, but she gritted her teeth and once again aimed her cannon at Dongjiang. She had no time to waste; she had to seize this precious opportunity that Cain and all the lords of the Pride Ring had fought for them!

The holy light of the radiant six-winged angel shot out from the cannon once more, accompanied by Emily's increasingly weak and mournful cries.

"Go, Shirley, kill him!!!"

Vicky held Shirley's hands tightly and shouted, while Shirley rode her dragon without hesitation and charged towards the holy light that was shooting towards the demon god!

The light of the six-winged angel pierced through the demon god's body, and a spear of holy light pierced through the heart of hatred. The demon god's enormous body began to collapse, and along the opening of the crack, the princess riding the dragon charged into it like a brave and fearless warrior!

She pierced through layer after layer of black water, traversing abysses of pain and torment.

Finally, she reached the place where the soul of the Tsurugi River resided.

Like a swimmer who has been underwater for a long time, Shirley struggled to rise from the endless black water, and when she climbed out, she found herself in a pure white space.

The hero reached the Demon King.

“I have always believed that a room that is completely white can best express the ‘soul’ in a literary sense.”

Tsurugi said this with his back to her. Shirley was 100% certain it was him. He wasn't disguised as a saint, nor did he resemble a demon god; he was just a mortal standing in the center of the pure white space, looking at her with pleasure.

Shirley thrust forward with her trident, which was burning with fierce flames!

Without a single wasted word, and without her usual saintly demeanor, Shirley took action even before her idea was fully formed!

She will kill this mortal's soul! Tear him apart, destroy him, to atone for her fallen subjects!

However.....

"Congratulations." Tsurugi playfully grabbed Shirley by the neck and lifted her up, watching her struggle and disbelief, and said with pleasure.

"You have overcome my sinner form and torn apart my demon god form. Now, congratulations on beginning my third stage!"

"Next, you will only face the wrath of God, the Holy Sound of Annihilation, the Young God, the Trinity, the Supreme Superman, the Magnetic Field God, the Fate Master, and the Sith Lord."

“But—your father traded his life for yours, and now that the rules of hell have been rewritten, I should head to heaven to start another battlefield.”

820

539. Hell is formed, ascend to Heaven.

The innocent princess of hell encounters a hypocritical demon who claims to be a savior and is deceived by him. However, she eventually exposes his true colors. Enraged, the demon slaughters the princess's subjects, but the princess, with the support of her subjects and the magic of love and friendship, ultimately unites to defeat the demon.

That's how the script was supposed to be arranged.

Unfortunately, Tsugumi is the only exception—he is an independent character who never goes out of character.

Without love, without pity, without the magic of friendship, I bring you 18+ content.

Tsugumi laughed as she pinched Shirley and lifted her high in the air, beginning to recount her inner journey like a proper villain.

"I came into this world as a sinner to correct all of this. I sealed off my true soul and suppressed my original power, just to get to the core of this shitty world."

“You don’t need to know what I mean, you just need to understand—even though you are Lucifer’s daughter, I can kill you in less than a second.”

"Gu, just kill me."

Xia Li stared fiercely at Dongjiang, managing to utter the words with difficulty. She didn't understand what this madman meant, or why he was so determined to destroy the world of sinners. But what was the point of saying anything now?

Shirley was utterly devastated. Her career was completely ruined, and the Pride Ring could never be the same again. That place had become hell, a true hell!

Pain and torment—perhaps all that will remain of the arrogant circle in the future is this cruel tone.

Her dream of building a beautiful place of atonement was utterly hopeless.

"No, no, no, Shirley, this isn't over yet, it's far from over." Tsugumi straightened Shirley's collar and said softly.

"You will become a hero and leader of hell, but—you will also witness firsthand how the most evil, cruel, and insane people in your eyes ascend to heaven."

"Ha, no matter how much you sinners jump around and act cute, you can't change your eternally wrong power, and I—no matter how much I torture you, I'm right."

"And—at the very end, I'll take you out to meet your 'uncles and aunties' for some fun~~~"

Dongjiang released his grip, and the next moment, a beam of holy light descended from the sky!

This applies not only to the world of the soul, but also to the external world.