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

Alastor was in an exceptionally good mood today.

This was one of the few times he had laughed since Dongjiang destroyed the entire Pentagram City.

Humming and singing, the broadcasting demon walked through a complete wasteland.

Three months have passed since the Thrush ravaged the Arrogant Ring.

During these three months, the Pride Ring, or rather the Pentagram City, remained in ruins.

There's nothing they can do; their population has been severely depleted, and they can't get any newborns to replenish it.

The King of Hatred slaughtered seventy percent of the sinners of the Pride Ring, leaving their souls to linger in the heavens to suffer endless torment, and every newborn child from that time onwards must descend into Hell and undergo a journey through that pentagram.

To date, no one has left the pentagram after atoning for their sins.

On the contrary, in the chaos of the post-war period, many criminals could not suppress their bloodlust and began to kill each other, further reducing their already small population.

In this chaos, isn't there anyone who will step forward to unify the situation?

Yes, Vox intended to be the leader, but it's clear that without a stable media environment, 3V's influence and power have been greatly diminished.

If they want to regain their power, they must rebuild the Pride Ring and turn this place back into the technologically advanced, 'harmonious' hell it once was.

But without power, how can they make those sinners obey?

Vox was incredibly embarrassed, caught in a dilemma, but even more embarrassing was the more troublesome and real problem faced by the sinners of the Pride Ring—

A mischievous little red-skinned devil with horns bumped into Alastor.

"You fucking can't watch where you're going—sorry!!!"

The little devil was initially cursing and raising his middle finger, but after encountering Alastor's friendly 'smile,' he immediately screamed and ran away.

Alastor watched the little devil's disappearing figure, his gaze deep and distant.

This is the current situation of the Pride Ring—their ecological niche is being gradually eroded by the primal demons.

Although many lesser demons used to settle in the Pride Ring, they rarely stayed in Pentagram City, since it was the core area where the most sinners gathered.

While there are indeed powerful Goetia lords among the primal demons, these arrogant and haughty individuals are looked down upon even by other primal demons, let alone sinners whom they consider even more 'inferior'.

They disdain coming to the Ring of Pride, let alone residing there. And these lesser demons don't possess the capacity for sinners to endlessly regenerate.

Therefore, they naturally feared staying in places where sinners and demons congregated, lest they be caught up in the infighting among sinners and lose their lives.

Of course—these demons are used to killing each other.

However, in the Pentagram City, where the birth of sinful demons has been almost completely eradicated, this void will naturally be occupied by these lesser demons.

"Good morning, Rosie! What a bloody morning! How was your day?"

In high spirits, Alastor knocked on Rosie's door with a bouquet of flowers. He now enjoyed lingering in front of his former 'owner'.

“Oh, Alastor, as you can see, it’s terrible,” Rosie complained in her usual aristocratic tone.

"These little devils are so clumsy, they can't even take good care of my finger garden."

"There's nothing we can do about it," Alastor said with a forced smile.

"Who told you to leave your town with only a few people left? Oh, and that annoying Susan too!"

Mentioning this person, Rosie's face immediately fell, and she rubbed her forehead and complained.

"Yes, yes, and Susan too. Why couldn't she have died in there that day? Maybe then I could have enjoyed watching her suffer every day."

In that reckless war, almost all the sinful lords suffered heavy losses, and Rosie was one of the most severely affected.

The cannibal town was completely destroyed, and most of the cannibals she brought to the battlefield were killed and hung on the pentagram to suffer.

It is clear that, in Tsuruga's judgment, 'cannibalism' is one of the most serious crimes.

So Rosie's neighbors and subordinates were all hanging on the pentagram, suffering unprecedented torment.

However, Rosie doesn't seem to feel any sorrow for the suffering of her subordinates.

"How is the princess?" Rosie asked with a smile, taking a sip of tea.

"Well, our Princess Shirley has disbanded her own Pleasure Hotel!" Alastor said playfully.

"But there's nothing we can do about it, since her hotel has no reason or need to continue operating, right?"

The path and method to atonement have been revealed: atonement through suffering, and then sacrifice oneself to enter heaven.

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The path and method to atonement have been revealed: atonement through suffering, and then sacrifice oneself to enter heaven.

It's so simple, everyone should try it!

However, the 24/7 broadcast of iZui TV above them constantly reminded them just how arduous and painful this path truly was...

So, Xia Li's hotel was doomed to fail no matter what. Her so-called easy way of atonement had been completely shattered by Dongjiang, leaving her utterly hopeless.

"Oh, poor Princess." Rosie gently covered her mouth, a look of pity on her face.

"Alastor, my little pumpkin, why don't you go and comfort her? Remember to tell her for me that this tragedy is only temporary."

"......What?"

“What I mean is, the rules of Hell aren’t necessarily always the same.” Rosie slightly raised her teacup, looking at Alastor with a smile.

"That gentleman, who is a saint, a demon, and an archangel of justice, used his power to change the rules of hell. Since he can change them once, he can naturally do it a second and a third time."

"So you plan to persuade, or even coerce, which six-winged angel will help you?" Alastor looked at her meaningfully.

Rosie didn't answer, but instead said slowly

"Why not? Although this path of redemption is successful, it is very painful. Why should we go through so much suffering? Wouldn't it be better to go back to how things were before?"

“Rosie…” Alastor fiddled slightly with his fingers on his cane.

"I find myself increasingly unable to understand you. Honestly, are you really only five hundred years old?"

“It’s not wise to ask a lady’s age randomly.” Rosie put down her teacup and looked at Alastor with a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"Is that so? But my soul is no longer in your hands." Alastor's head suddenly snapped ninety degrees, and he looked at Rosie with a dangerous tone.

"Rosie, aren't you afraid I'll come after you now?"

“Oh, my dear little pumpkin, you won’t.” Faced with Alastor’s threat, Rosie showed no fear, instead gently hooking Alastor’s chin with her finger and teasingly saying…

"You still need my help, don't you? Alastor, my dear, you're very anxious, aren't you?"

“You were so young, handsome, and dangerous back then, but you still sold your soul to me because you were afraid of being tortured in hell.”

“But—” Rosie drawled, her tone teasing.

"You were too ignorant back then. You couldn't tell the difference between a sinner and a devil. Even though you've gained your freedom now, you're far from the 'peace of mind' you want, aren't you?"

Alastor maintained his smile, but he was anything but pleased. Rosie was right; he felt anxious, extremely anxious!

He had traded his soul for the power of the strongest sinner demon, and he thought that was enough to put his mind at ease. But Tsurugi's existence shattered all his sense of security.

Admittedly, the demon that Tsugumi was incarnate fought Zaishi, or rather Cain, to a standstill. But at that time, Cain possessed the power of all sinners, including himself, Alastor, and was aided by the song of the Hell Princess.

Even so, it's obvious to a fool that he was just toying with Zai Sixiu, and in the end, he was simply pierced through the body by the princess using the power of the six-winged angel.

That was by no means a victory! Even if Rosie explained that the Martyr's power at that time came from his exploitation of the entire Pride Ring of Sinners, such power was already etched into Alastor's very bones.

He would never feel even the slightest bit of peace of mind when facing such a powerful and dangerous being.

He needs strength.

"Let's speak frankly," Alastor said, stroking his cane, his tone already revealing a hint of urgency.

"Rosie, you are no ordinary sinner. You know the deeper secrets of hell. Tell me—how can humanity possess power comparable to that of the archangels!"

"Oh, darling, you're so arrogant!" Rosie's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Do you desire the same power as Adam, and Tyrael—oh, that martyr who ascended to heaven?"

“They have it, so can I,” Alastor whispered.

"I love your arrogance!" Rosie smiled, her eyes narrowing.

"In that case, I will show you the right path, my dear."

She moved closer to Alastor and whispered in a deliberately lowered voice.

"My little pumpkin, do you know the origin of hell?"

“Lucifer did not create it from nothing, but transformed it into the seven levels of Hell as we know it today. Before that, Hell, the abyss of that time, had already existed for a very, very long time.”

"It is an existence that appeared at the same time as the world, and if we talk about time, it is even older than heaven."

"In the original story, Lucifer took Lilith away, and together they passed the story on to Eve..."

"I didn't come here to listen to your myths!"

"Calm down, darling, be patient, my little pumpkin," Rosie said with a smile.

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"Cain may have been the first murderer, but before him, the first sinner in the world was Eve, who ate the fruit."

"She committed not only the sin of disobeying God's will, but more importantly—"

"Her act of eating the fruit successfully drew out an ancient, almost forgotten evil force from the abyss."

Rosie paused, then said softly.

"That being called ROO (root of all evils), the source of all evil."

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546. You, Lilith, how come you're from Mesopotamia?

"Hey, Tyrael, or rather, Tsugumi!!!"

Adam saw the thrush from afar and enthusiastically flew over, flapping his wings with great joy.

"Where is my Archangel of Justice headed?!"

Just as Tsurugi was about to find a place to tear herself in two with the Tiger Talisman, she looked at Adam and said in a very serious tone...

"Call me Tyrael, that will be my real name from now on!"

"Of course, of course, Tyrael—I love the name!"