He's a crossover character in anime/manga, and basically just very despicable.

It wasn't the pinkish red like the one used when erasing time in King of Crimson, but rather a dark red similar to the color of clotted blood from veins.

"This is one of Malak's territories."

Lucifer's majestic queenly voice rang out once more.

“What is engraved on your chest is my mark. I can communicate with you through it and see everything you see.”

I share vision with the Crimson King, and Lucifer shares vision with me.

Oh no, I've become a stand-in.

Looking up, Kurosaki Azami found herself in a large hall, with an empty, old wooden counter to her right.

This is... a hotel?

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Does Hell even offer this kind of service? Malak, are you playing a farming or management game?

Kurosaki Azami began to imagine a ridiculous scene where Romanian vampires formed a tour group and went to the blood pool about 200 meters west of Lucifer's hall to experience an all-you-can-drink, unlimited-flow service.

"Don't be careless, you've already entered Malak's territory."

If Lucifer knew what kind of nonsense Kurosaki Azami was thinking, she might disregard the contract and drag Kurosaki Azami out for a beating.

You're a real gem! We in hell have really found a ghost!

"As you can see, this is a hotel, and it is also the test you will face."

"Malak's defenses are similar to a mirror reflection spell."

It will go straight into your heart, seeking out your fears and sins.

There are no real enemies here; the only one who will fight you is your own sins.

"Understood, thanks for reminding me."

Kurosaki Azami walked towards the counter and looked at the "Friendly Reminder" posted next to it:

"First, breakfast and murder are offered free of charge before 10 a.m.

Second, room service requires you to pay extra for an arm or a leg.

Third, the swimming pool is closed due to the rotting of the hotel's lifeguards.

Fourth, please be careful not to be bitten by the waiters.

At the very bottom, there is a line of smaller text:

"Five-star rating, no one survived!"

"This shouldn't be a 'zoo ghost story' type of trap, but rather a regular clue?"

Looking up, a piece of cardboard with strange patterns on it had appeared in front of Kurosaki Azami's eyes.

On the cardboard, a smiling monkey dressed in a white chef's uniform is holding a plate of food covered with a tray.

It seems that the defenses here are more or less related to monkeys.

The Emei Mountain Monkey King Team?

The Crimson King appeared behind Azami Kurosaki. The Stand that had devoured Akiaki Ogino's soul gleamed with a restless light.

"Let's go."

Kurosaki Azami strode into the corridor of the hotel lobby.

"Once you're inside the hotel, I won't be able to pull you out directly. Remember, you have to destroy the core of the defenses first."

Be careful not to die inside.

Lucifer's voice sounded somewhat...helpless? Regretful? Or some other emotion?

This ruler of hell might actually be a good person...

"Ok?"

"King Crimson!"

The hand blade, powerful enough to cleave steel, sliced ​​through the air but struck nothing.

However, both Kurosaki Azami and the Crimson King saw the monster's true form in that fleeting glimpse—

Its head, not much smaller than its body, was dressed in a red hotel waiter uniform, making it look like a staff member in a monkey costume selling balloons at an amusement park.

But the mouth full of palm-sized, blood-stained sharp teeth and the blades that seemed to grow on the arms instead of hands told Kurosaki Azami that if he really treated this thing as a toy, he would suffer a great loss.

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Moreover, there is definitely more than one of these things.

"So, the plan is to evade these monkeys' search, then find and destroy the defense core, right...?"

Queen Lucifer, you've really given me a tough challenge.

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"This door is also locked..."

Ten minutes have passed. So far, Kurosaki Azami has not yet engaged in close combat with the group of monkeys.

"The squeaking sound monkeys make when they run gives me a chance to prepare."

However, we cannot rule out the possibility that this is a trap to lure me into lowering my guard...

After all, he is the true form of the Crimson King, and Azami Kurosaki is the kind of person who is quite cautious.

"Squeak squeak!"

"King Crimson—!"

As if the operation was engraved in his instincts, Kurosaki Azami deleted 0.5 seconds of time, skillfully and classicly spinning around behind, and then followed up with a Kurosaki Heart-Piercing Strike with double power and speed, the operation as smooth as Dove chocolate.

Abbacchio: Boss, you did a good job. Please don't do it again next time.

"Squeak! Squeak..."

A large hole appeared in the monkey's chest, and then it lay on the ground in the pose of Olga's Flower of Hope.

Kurosaki Azami couldn't resist wanting to find a woman to sing background music.

"Squeak squeak squeak squeak!!!"

It seems that the monkey's dying cry revealed Kurosaki Azami's location and also attracted his companions.

Seeing a group of monkeys approaching with cheese sandwiches on three sides, Kurosaki Azami, standing at the T-junction, remained completely calm.

Since this situation isn't suitable for a direct confrontation with Crimson King, then...

"Thunder Breathing, Sixth Form: Lightning Boom!"

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This is the strongest sword technique in Kaigaku's Thunder Breathing. With the Crimson King's power and speed both at A level, it not only deals considerable damage but also strikes in a wide range and all directions. In the confined space of the inn's corridor, there is no way to avoid it; one can only take the blow head-on.

Even Zenitsu Agatsuma was covered in blood after being hit by this attack, let alone a few monkeys.

The Crimson King followed closely behind, and any monkey that made the slightest movement was met with a series of swift hand strikes from the Crimson King.

"No flesh and blood, only some scattered... mechanical structures?"

Kurosaki Azami was stunned as he looked at the monkey fragments scattered all over the ground.

Wow, I thought you were just a business owner profiting from the tourism industry, but I never expected you to be an engineering genius, Malak!

How does this thing work without burning oil or being charged?

I thought Professor Agasa's ridiculously efficient solar-powered skateboard was impressive enough, but whose subordinate is this? It's so awesome!

Oh, Lucifer's former subordinate, then it's alright.

Wait, this place is...

Kurosaki Azami looked up and saw the three large, mottled, rust-like characters "Swimming Pool" hanging directly above the entrance.

I pushed it twice, but the door wouldn't open.

"So that's what they meant when the hotel reception said 'the swimming pool is closed',"

"At first I thought it was the screams of that dead monkey that attracted its companions..."

"It seems that the hotel staff are kicking out this unruly guest."

"That means..."

"What...what do you want to do?"

It's strange that the majestic Queen of Hell would show a hint of panic and disbelief.

There was nothing Lucifer could do; he couldn't quite keep up with this kid's thought process.

"It's nothing, Your Majesty."

Kurosaki Azami picked up a piece of the monkey's remains.

"I just suddenly had a bold idea."

At this moment, his smile was even more eerie than a monkey's.

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"Just as I expected, there were still vacant rooms available in this hotel that I could enter, and the monkeys wouldn't come in."

"With so much moved in, this should be enough, right...?"

At this moment, Kurosaki Azami was lying on the bed in the guest room, flipping through the old newspapers that were placed there.

"The 1973 juvenile murder case... the 1982 serial murder case... the 1997 mass dismemberment case..."

“Lucifer said that Malak has been collecting the souls of sinners, could it be that…”

"Are the monsters hidden here driven by the souls of murderers?"

Using their souls instead of fuel to power machines, that's truly making them a contribution to society.

"Alright, now it's time to see if this idea is feasible."

Kurosaki Azami picked up the phone on the bedside table and started dialing the front desk number left on the table.