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

Do you know what you're saying?

Tsurugi didn't speak, but simply showed off her brand-new Seven Seals, those shining with golden light and the marks of heavenly holiness!

That was the mark of his arrogance, a radiant mark unique to the ruler of hell, a mark that only Lucifer could bear.

Samael was immediately intrigued—or rather, Mammon and Asmodeus were also intrigued.

The black smoke surged again, but this time it appeared as the upper body of a gloomy young man with long black hair, the lower body of a snake, and the image of a fallen angel with six black wings.

"Tell me more!"

Samael transformed into his former angelic form. Just moments ago he was fighting to the death, but now he was almost impatiently grabbing Tsurugi's hand, while Mammon and Asmodeus also came over.

In short, they all had expressions of great anticipation and amusement.

Hmmmm, it seems like everyone's pretty unhappy with Lucifer?

So Tsurugi simply revealed her entire plan.

He wanted to make a deal with Lucifer, obtaining power from him on the condition of a world without God, and then sending Him to that world to obtain the power and authority promised by Lucifer.

After that, he will travel to the 'past' of that world, namely the Roman Empire era and the Fourth Holy Grail War, to complete the final plan in order to severely trick Lucifer in the Fifth Holy Grail War and let Him enjoy the result of Teacher Mi's back massage!

This isn't even a plan or empty promise, because for him, it's a 'future' already completed, and what he needs to fill in now is the 'past'.

Using the time span between worlds to create a serpentine scheme, to trap the arrogant Lucifer, that's the bargaining chip Tsurugi offered.

After Tsurugi finished telling her story, then...

Samael: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha: o(≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓

Mammon: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha: o(≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓

Asmodeus: Haha ...

Looking at the three demon kings laughing uncontrollably, Tsugumi blinked and suddenly felt that all her preparations might have been in vain.

So Lucifer was really that unpopular in Hell?

"Alright! I, Samael, will definitely help you with this! Not only that, I'll also give you my mark!"

Samael, having stopped laughing wildly, swept away his anger and happily slapped Dongjiang on the back.

Having transmigrated, the only purpose is to kill, kill, kill! : 85. A Tour of Hell

The character card [Demon Noble] has been changed!

'Detected a deeper surge of power in the Rage pathway; your inscription skill [Seven Seals Lv2] has been upgraded to [Seven Seals Lv3]!'

【Seven Seals Lv3】

'Seven deadly sins, seven powers, seven spheres of authority, seven crowns. You are a favorite of Hell, favored by multiple realms simultaneously. This is a great honor only a demon god can receive—the favor and blessing of multiple sinful powers! At this moment, you simultaneously hold the crowns of the realms of desire, wrath, and pride. You have three opportunities to gain a demonic body and power (one already used).'

Samael slapped Dongjiang on the back, and immediately felt a wave of heat spreading from the center of his back.

Then he was given the third mark, the mark of wrath.

The deep purple mark of desire, tinged with alluring ambiguity; the golden mark of arrogance, radiating holy purity; and the scarlet mark of fury, burning intensity.

Dongjiang suddenly became a cross-regional aristocrat spanning three rings.

However, just like his inability to condense the Demon form of the Mark of Pride, having the mark alone doesn't seem to bring about any substantial change.

"I will grant you the power to complete the condensation of the Rage Ring Demon form."

Samael was very generous, and it seemed that he was particularly happy that Tsurugi had tricked Lucifer.

"But how about we see hell first?"

"What about him?" Tsugumi asked, pointing to Constantine's corpse lying on the ground.

"Give me some face and let this matter drop for now, okay?"

Samael didn't have much of an opinion; after all, his grudge against Constantine was limited to Constantine thwarting several of his Wrathful Ring Demon's plots against humanity.

Asmodeus had no objections. Although he lost one of his souls, being able to see Lucifer's amusement was more than enough. Besides, this was a conspiracy orchestrated by the demon nobles within his own circle.

In Hell, cunning and despicable are always words of praise for a demon. Asmodeus is honored that Tsurugi can do such a thing!

Mammon was somewhat dissatisfied, but Tsugumi ultimately facilitated an agreement with him that was not based on a contract.

Perhaps in the future, in some world, he will offer Mammon enough wealth in exchange for his mark.

This was an agreement made in the manner of a saint, and Mammon gladly accepted it.

With that, Constantine's soul was finally at peace.

To prevent him from becoming a problem for each other, Samael burned off his lungs and reconstructed a new one.

The petty-minded Samael made the process long and painful, and Constantine howled for a long time after waking up before stopping.

Breathe in

Constantine, who was in a coma and on the verge of death, took a deep breath; it was the long-awaited, fresh and pure air.

When he opened his eyes, there was nothing there.

Only the lingering smell of sulfur in the air reveals that hell had once descended upon this place.

……

Despite being a demon noble, this was indeed the first time Tsugumi had truly stepped into her own hellish home.

Standing between hell and the human world is a bronze gate. On this gate of hell are inscribed words worn by time, which are faintly discernible: "Those who enter this gate shall abandon all hope."

Samael stood before the door, his wings no longer burning, but instead gleaming with a cold, pearly light.

“Come with me, but don’t ask about the future.” Samael’s voice suddenly became deep and resonant, like an ancient well echoing.

"Hell has nine levels, each with its own laws and punishments. What you see will far exceed your imagination."

Stepping through the gates of hell, the first thing you see is a dark green wasteland. Here, there is no punishment, only eternal sighs. A soft, ethereal light seems to forever shroud the twilight, and countless souls wander the meadow.

Dongjiang saw Homer strolling with his scroll in hand, accompanied by Socrates and Plato, engaged in an endless debate. In the distance, the shadows of pagan emperors flickered in and out of the olive grove.

There is no pain here, only a gentle regret—the regret of never having known the true light and thus never being able to reach heaven.

This is the border of hell. Those who dwell here have no great sins, or whose merits outweigh their faults. They are here to await ascension simply because they were born before Christ and were unable to atone for their sins, or because they were neither particularly good nor evil in their previous lives.

They yearn for the stars, yearn for paradise, yet cannot enter; in a sense, this is also a form of punishment.

"Won't the gods of Olympus or some other gods come to rescue them?"

Tsugumi stroked her chin and asked a question that was both curious and outrageous.

Samael paused noticeably, the enraged king looking at Tsurugi with a strange gaze, probably wondering how such a person could become a saint.

“Not every world has the gods you speak of. Some worlds only have us, only heaven and hell. Therefore, these souls, though innocent, can only exist as they are,” Samael patiently explained.

"Moreover, this is not an eternal punishment. Those who linger here are not excluded from heaven simply because they do not believe in the Lord, but more so because their sins and merits coexist. As long as they atone for their spiritual regrets and transcend themselves here, they will have the opportunity to be reborn or reach heaven."

So they continued their descent, and after a day and a night, they reached the first level of hell.

The first layer is the punishment domain of the Desire Ring. Here, the air gradually turns pink and is filled with sobs. Countless overlapping buildings constitute most of the structure of this layer.

The walls are formed by intertwined arms, the floor by countless gazing eyes, and the ceiling by the outline of an unfinished kiss. The overlapping architecture here forms a union of love and desire, but is destined never to touch.

They traversed these ambiguous buildings, passed through those punished here, and arrived at the outermost layer, where the gale never ceased, carrying countless souls swirling in the air and crashing against the rock walls. This was the punishment for the souls of desire—eternally tormented by the uncontrollable winds of lust, forever separated in buildings that could never overlap.

Dongjiang took a breath of the air from what he considered his 'hometown,' while Samael convincingly played the role of his guide.

"The nine levels of hell are the realm for punishing sinners, but not the abode of demons. Demons punish souls here, while the seven rings can pass through them or reach the deepest part of hell to enter."

Got it, one is employee dormitory, and the other is company office space.

Here, the river witnessed many famous illicit lovers: Cleopatra and Antony, their embrace torn apart and reunited by the storm; Paris and Helen, trying to hold hands in the wind, never truly able to touch. Their whispered words echoed in the wind, now a piercing lament.

He also saw Francesca and Paolo having an affair, falling in love after reading a romantic story about chivalry, then committing adultery because of that love, and finally falling into hell because of that adultery.

This is the sin of falling into the cycle of desire. In God's world, humanity left the Garden of Eden by eating the forbidden fruit, thus acquiring original sin. Among all original sins, love and lust are the first step that leads to this fall.

As Asmodeus said, all human love that transcends the Father is the sin of desire. But after Jesus, on behalf of the Lord, reconciled with humanity and dissolved original sin, the punishment for sin was greatly reduced.

Nowadays, only souls who have committed adultery will fall into this level, where they will suffer the torment of being able to see but not get close to their lovers, and the pain they cannot escape.

Continuing downwards, after another day and evening, the first thing Dongjiang smelled was a stench. In this level, cold, foul-smelling black rain fell from the sky, and the earth turned into a muddy swamp. Food was piled up like mountains.

Whole roasted cows hung on unseen hooks, dripping with oil; cakes were piled into towers, frosting cascading down like an avalanche; rivers of wine flowed, foaming. And the gluttons were forced to eat forever, their bodies swelling to unbelievable sizes, their skin transparent, revealing their internal organs being squeezed by ever more food.

The obese soul was half-buried in the mud, guarded by Cerberus, the three-headed dog—a monster with three throats that barked incessantly and tore at the soul with its claws.

"That wasn't something we stole from Hades!!!"

Before Tsurugi could utter any treasonous remarks mocking Abraham's monotheistic lineage, Samael cut to the chase.

“That’s not the watchdog of the underworld. Although it has the same name, it is actually the embodiment of human gluttony.”

The sin of gluttony is not about eating a lot; it refers to the sins born from humanity's endless waste of resources.

Initially, this sin was directed at the greedy Roman nobles who would eat until they were nearly bursting, preferring to vomit and eat new food rather than give any to the poor.

The realm of the glutton lies in the excessive indulgence in the pleasures of the palate, thus the punishment is the opposite of filth and satiation. Tsuruga saw an exceptionally obese soul struggling to raise its head, mud gushing from its mouth. It painfully sipped and ate this filth, then its stomach burst open with a groan, finally being chewed up and eaten piece by piece by Cerberus, and then spat out.

"Speaking of the Gluttony Ring, its master is Beelzebub, right?" Tsugumi said, stroking her chin.

"What conditions must be met if I want to obtain his mark?"

Tsugumi was genuinely curious about how collecting all seven seals would affect her.

Whether it's strong or not, whether it's useful or not is secondary. The key is that people with OCD have an extremely strong obsession with collecting a complete set!

“Your prank on Lucifer has already drawn our attention enough,” Samael said meaningfully.

"As for how to satisfy Beelzebub, you will have to explore the possibilities yourself. But I can tell you that Beelzebub, Leviathan, and Belial are different from the four of us; they are not simply fallen beings from Heaven."

"Perhaps in some worlds they are also fallen from heaven, but in our hell, these three, especially Beelzebub, are decisively different from us."

This seemed like a warning, or perhaps a reminder, but in any case, Tsurugi wrote it down.

They continued downwards, continued to fall, and after the third twilight, they arrived in the realm of the greedy.

The wealth here is like a natural landscape: golden mountains, diamond forests, rivers flowing with liquid gold. But wealth here is alive. Gold coins crawl like beetles, gems hang from branches like berries, and crowns entwine trees like vines.

Those greedy souls became slaves to what they craved—some were covered in gold coins and gradually turned into metal statues; others kept swallowing gems until their bodies burst open, and new gems grew out of the cracks.

These two groups of souls, each pushing an enormous weight, moved towards each other. On one side were the misers, their faces twisted like those of a cheapskate; on the other, the spendthrifts, their expressions crazed. They collided halfway, cursing each other, then turned around and continued their advance.