The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

"Bang!"

After jumping down from there, I experienced a feeling of weightlessness.

The surroundings were shrouded in black and red mist, and faint sounds of ghosts wailing and howling could be heard.

Before long, Song Gua landed on his feet and found himself in a huge cave.

Welcome to the first level of the eighteen levels of hell: the Hell of Tongue-Pulling!

A line of text appeared before my eyes, then faded away.

The cave was pitch black, with only the firewood burning under the large oil pots in the middle providing light.

As you can see, various horrific instruments of torture are hanging on the surrounding cave walls, some still dripping blood, their shadows swaying in the firelight, sending chills down your spine.

Among instruments of torture, there is one type that is particularly common—iron pliers.

"It's so empty, what's wrong with that?"

Before the words were finished, a majestic voice came from the top of the cave.

"Song Gua, I, the king, will pronounce judgment on your crimes!"

When Song Gua looked up, he saw a huge, luminous image of Yama, the King of Hell, etched on the top of the cave.

Yama's mouth opened and closed, his large beard trembling, as he recounted the "sins" of the Song hexagram.

"You often deceive others, are untrustworthy, glib-tongued, and flattering! Oh dear! Oh dear! Oh dear!!!"

The entire group of tongue-pulling imps mobilized, giving it 200% of their strength to pull out this bastard's tongue, slowly drag it out, and then scald it with hot oil!

Song Gua recalled that online guides mentioned that the eighteen levels of hell were modeled after the eighteen levels of hell in mythology.

Each level presents challenges of varying difficulty and characteristics based on the challenger's "sins".

This King Yama is just an NPC.

It is a very rare NPC that has been preserved after "The Cleric" was integrated into reality.

Song Gua was not convinced.

"Nonsense! I never lie! Don't try to push me too hard, you old man!"

The King of Hell was ruthless and taciturn. With a wave of his hand, a three-dimensional image appeared on the top of the cave.

The screen flickered, showing several fragments of Song Gua's experiences.

He makes empty promises to his clones, saying yesterday that he would promote their upgrade priority, and tomorrow he will assign them to the cannon fodder group.

He hired reporters to scheme against Wang Miao, pretending to make a deal with bandits, but actually setting a trap to put public pressure on Wang Miao, causing him to be suspended from his post for a period of time.

He arranged for Blood Brother to use a double to impersonate the real person, giving Miss Butterfly of the Avengers a fake Bing Shen.

There are many other scenes as well.

Song Gua coughed once.

"Uh... this is called survival of the fittest. What does it have to do with lying? We're not Trisolarans, how could we possibly never tell a single lie!"

The surrounding walls suddenly began to surge like water.

A group of little devils with long tongues and all green fur grabbed iron pliers from the wall and attacked Song Gua.

"You old scoundrel! Still trying to deny it! They've already attacked!"

"Accept your fate! With your sophistry, even the King of Hell hasn't wronged you!"

"I'm on Yama's side this time."

"Damn it! Whose side are you on?!"

"I'm on the side of justice!"

With a 360-degree field of vision, Song Gua had a clear understanding of the enemy's movements.

Once the menacing, tongue-pulling imps wielding pliers approached, Song Gua immediately released two hundred of his main clones.

"Dry!"

At a command, all clones unleashed a volley of skills.

The battle is over.

The so-called "all-out mobilization" and "200% combat power" of Yama actually only consisted of 10 tongue-pulling imps, Lv30, elite level.

The Song hexagram uses an average of 20 clones to bully one person, which is quite shameless.

If it were a solo run, taking on ten opponents would be quite difficult unless the equipment was sufficiently upgraded.

Of course, not everyone is as "sinful" as Song Gua, and the difficulty level wouldn't be this high.

[Congratulations on clearing the Tongue-Pulling Hell! Attribute points +10!]

You will receive 10 attribute points for clearing each level of the second job advancement challenge.

Once in a lifetime, there will be no more repeated challenges.

The King of Hell above seemed not to have reacted yet, and after a moment of stunned silence, he gradually faded away.

Ahead, a black and red fog-shrouded area appeared on the ground, similar in color to the outside.

Jump down, and you'll enter the second level.

Song Gua is still making excuses.

"I'm not making excuses, but you can't wrong someone, even if you're an NPC."

In the adult world, there's not much sincerity; it's all just a game of strategy, right?

Who doesn't lie?

You tell me, is that right? If you're talking about Miss Butterfly, you can't blame me, you have to blame Ouyang Dongsheng. I didn't find that stand-in, I just stole it..."

The clones watched from the sidelines, each speechless.

"Master, please stop chanting."

"Believe me, the judgment made by that King Yama just now wasn't accurate enough."

"200% is the limit for the tongue-pulling imp, not the limit for Yama, the King of Hell."

Outside the eighteen levels of hell.

Xu Kai and Yuwen Hao were chatting with teachers from Jiangda University.

Suddenly, Professor Jiang adjusted his glasses. "I'm not seeing things, am I...?"

Yuwen Hao and Xu Kai also noticed that Song Gua's name had moved to the second position.

"Has he passed the first level?"

Professor Jiang looked incredulous.

Yuwen Hao asked, "Are all eighteen levels of hell in PvE mode?"

"Not entirely, but the first floor does indeed spawn monsters."

"That settles it then. Song Gua is best at PvE. Teacher, you don't know, he once scared away a million monsters with a single roar at our school!"

Xu Kai rolled his eyes at Yuwen Hao. "It's not that exaggerated."

"Millions is just a figure of speech, don't worry about it."

Two of the underachieving students from Jiangda University were in a challenge cooldown state, so they didn't go down.

Seeing that Song Gua passed the first level in less than a minute, the two of them recalled the time it took them to challenge the first level each time.

"This, this is not scientific."

"That's scientifically sound! Have you forgotten? This Song hexagram can solo and break dungeon records!"

"Oh yeah... he seems to be particularly good at this kind of fighting."

Having found the reason why they were inferior to Song Gua, the two breathed a sigh of relief.

Welcome to the second level of the eighteen levels of hell: the Hell of Scissors!

Just like on the previous level, the phantom of Yama, the King of Hell, appeared above our heads again.

"Song Gua, I, the king, will pronounce judgment on your crimes!"

"Hurry up, Deng! I'm in a rush!"

"You acted as a matchmaker for the widow, instigating her to remarry. You have repeatedly committed this offense without remorse, and the circumstances are egregious! Waa ...

"Scissors imps, all mobilized! Fight with 200% power and cut off this guy's ten fingers!"

"etc!"

Song Gua was completely baffled by what Yama said.

"What the hell! What do you mean by matchmaking for widows and encouraging them to remarry? Putting aside whether this is acceptable for boxing, when have I ever done anything like that?!"

"snort!"

Yama snorted coldly and waved his hand, and a three-dimensional image appeared.

The footage shows Song Gua wearing an Ultraman mask, lying on a massage bed, with a masseuse working on him.

Song Gua spoke.

"Hey Xiaoli, I have a friend who, although he doesn't have any income yet and is a bit weak, is surprisingly funny and not bad-looking. Shall I introduce him to you?"

I'm too lazy to look at the Song hexagram images that follow.

"You're taking the blame for what my clone did?"

The King of Hell was perplexed.

"What clone? Isn't it just you?"

It seems to make sense.

Song Gua released all his clones.

"Who the hell is this?!"

Everyone split up and took a step back, leaving only nine people standing still. They looked around, then shrank back and raised their hands.

Song Gua recalled a vast ocean of memories and found the memories of these clones during their massage in Jiangnan City.

The King of Hell did not wrong him.

These nine idiots were particularly keen on persuading prostitutes to reform themselves.

"Reporting to the cannon fodder group!!"