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

Kurosaki Azami manipulated the Crimson King to cut off one of the spears, preparing to use it as a tool.

Why not just find a place to hide and gather a large number of spears, like in a hotel?

Those who have seen "Goblin Slayer" should know that such long weapons are difficult to use effectively in narrow terrains like passageways.

Then why did Kurosaki Azami still cut it?

Hearing a faint "hehe" sound coming from behind, Kurosaki Azami immediately turned around—

"The Passionate Organization's Secret Physical Techniques—"

"King Crimson - Thousand-Year Kill!"

The sharp spear flew out, its power and speed both at A-rank, making it unstoppable. However, Azami Kurosaki seemed to have forgotten that even a highly precise Stand could make a mistake if it didn't turn around and aim properly.

"What? I actually threw it pretty accurately..."

Saying some rather ominous words, Kurosaki Azami left the corridor.

The golden statue behind him looked utterly lifeless, with the spear deeply embedded about three inches below its abdomen.

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It passes through the front and extends a short distance through the back.

Decided.

I'll tear that human to pieces in a minute!

At this very moment, in Lucifer's hall, Her Majesty the Queen of Hell and a host of demon lords felt, for the first time, immensely grateful for being a woman.

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"It seems this place really is an ancient castle..."

In a hall furnished with sofas and small tea tables, Kurosaki Azami was making comments.

Although the wallpaper was covered with yellow paper that looked like a brand new 20 RMB note, the antique oil paintings and the obviously expensive antique vases reminded Kurosaki Azami of the European-style castles in movies where many young ladies held balls.

"Wait, these oil paintings... seem to be connected?"

From the door that Kurosaki Azami entered through, the oil paintings hanging on both walls extend all the way to the doorway at the other end of the hall.

At first, a young lady in a pure white dress was lying lazily on the bed, surrounded by silk, gems, pearls and other such items.

"Looks like she's a very wealthy young lady..."

The second painting depicts a handsome blond man kneeling on one knee, holding flowers in his hands, and offering them to the young lady from earlier.

Ugh, the stench of being in love.

What followed was a series of oil paintings, all depicting blond handsome men and rich young ladies together.

However, the young lady in the painting gradually developed a rosy complexion and her figure matured, reaching a height that Kaguya Shinomiya could never achieve in her entire life—the kind of figure that resembled a perfectly ripe, rosy peach.

Her virtuousness, coupled with a subtle allure, was enough to elicit strange smiles from countless traitors like Cao Cao.

"Isn't that the woman in the painting by the door!"

Meanwhile, the blond heartthrob grew increasingly haggard and thin, his appearance gradually shifting from leading man in European and American films to supporting actor, and then to just another passerby. His hairline, like the readers' fortunes, steadily receded.

"Could it really be like what the readers of the last chapter said, that the white patch on the painting at the beginning was actually beta fluid...?"

The author still wants to write more!

Next, the tombstones of the still rosy-cheeked young lady and the former blond heartthrob fully conveyed the life philosophy of Kurosaki Azami: "There is no land that cannot be cultivated, only oxen that have died from exhaustion."

"So, it seems there are limits to human capabilities..."

Kurosaki Azami began to gaze at the man in the painting and sigh.

Then the scene in the second and the next few paintings is repeated: the young lady in the red dress—no, I should call her lady—is being courted by another handsome young man.

Then the pretty boy didn't last as long as the blond senior.

A burly, aloof man; a smiling, pretty boy; a handsome, bearded man.

This lady had a very wide range of interests, and these men were getting increasingly haggard, with each of them lasting shorter and shorter periods.

The lady's beauty did not fade with time; instead, it became even more rosy and alluring, and Kurosaki Azami could even see a hint of demonic allure in her face.

If there were no restrictions, the most beautiful woman Kurosaki Azami had ever seen would undoubtedly be Lucifer.

Besides his facial features and physique, Lucifer's alluring and seductive charm is a huge plus, but this kind of charm doesn't exist in ordinary humans.

"It seems that in Europe, this kind of portrait, similar to a family portrait, is traditionally painted once a year..."

Looking at the at least a hundred portraits in the hall, and then at the men whose lifespans were getting shorter and shorter...

"This matter is definitely related to Malak. Perhaps this young lady is one of the people who made a deal with him."

However, the effect...

Malak, what did you teach that young lady?! The Yin-Yang Absorption Technique?!

Look at the innocent look on the innocent-looking Demon Modius we saw before, Lucifer gave you the wrong title!

Back to serious (Azami Kurosaki, with a serious face)

Looking back at these portraits, Kurosaki Azami noticed that in almost every set of portraits, the amount of treasure beside the lady's bed would increase slightly at the end.

"In other words, this extra treasure was either obtained by the lady through murder and robbery, or it was traded for the souls of those men and Malak..."

"Your guess is actually not too wrong, little one."

Lucifer's voice rang out.

"That woman is Elizabeth Bathory, a high-ranking noblewoman from Hungary!"

Kurosaki Azami understood.

Aside from law, my best subject is history.

Elizabeth Bathory was born in Hungary in 1560 into a powerful and wealthy family that served as protectors of the Hungarian state. It is said that she murdered at least 600 young girls in her lifetime, drinking their blood and even bathing in it.

It even left behind the legend of the "Vampire Lady".

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As for those men...

"One drop of X is worth ten drops of blood," I wonder if Europeans say this...

"Elizabeth was once madly obsessed with black magic, and there are even records in her letters to her husband that she 'ordered a servant to teach her black magic'..."

“That’s right, that servant was actually Malak in disguise.”

"Malak made a deal with her, offering her treasure and a magic spell to preserve her youth, so that she could lure innocent girls and men who coveted beauty and wealth into the castle, and then cruelly torture and kill them, offering their souls to Malak."

"After she was imprisoned, Malak, who could not obtain a soul, took Elizabeth's soul instead!"

"And those greedy souls, they probably turned into those golden statues, right..."

Kurosaki Azami continued the conversation.

Did you think you could have both a successful career and a happy love life, but you didn't even get to enjoy the treatment of a rich woman's happy ball?

So pitiful...

Based on previous experience, defensive cores are usually hidden in the core location of the territory.

"It seems I need to make a trip to Madam's boudoir."

P.S.: The scenes and main monsters in Hell are indeed based on Dark Deception, but I didn't want to copy it completely, so some original enemies appear.

For example, the chef who used flying knives at the hotel before, and the young lady this time.

A friend asked me before, "Should I lock up the statue like the gaming pros?"

All I can say is that you've been underestimating the author's imagination...

Chapter 53 The Little Yangko Dancer's Night Raid on the Lonely Old Widow (4000 words)

Kurosaki Azami never dreamed that his first time entering a girl's room would be under such circumstances.

I never imagined that I, the boss of a passionate organization, who has been in Japan for so many years and has countless Stand users under my command, would be reduced to raiding a widow's house at night.

There's no way around it; a widow's house, property, and harem are just too tempting.

"Let's go, let's go..."

Making money... making fiefdoms, it's not shameful.

Don't blame me for being inhuman, it's just that gold is too alluring.

In order to make money and build a big villa, I have no choice but to sacrifice you, widow!

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They encountered many more golden statues along the way, but out of some kind of sympathy, they did not enjoy the "spear that pierces through dead chickens" that they had experienced before.

We're all people who make money off rich women, why make things difficult for each other!

Don't worry, seniors, I, Kurosaki Azami, will definitely carry on your legacy and take all the rich woman's and that damned devil's assets!

Diosmar and Diego gave it a thumbs up.

As Kurosaki Azami felt the caring gazes of his seniors, he withdrew the hand blade that had been aimed at the golden statue's neck.

The Crimson King moved the statue to a position slightly in front of Azami Kurosaki.

There was a giant axe mechanism that swung rapidly like a pendulum.

Under Kurosaki Azami's "farewell, senior" gaze, the statue was instantly split into two pieces, front and back, like the coffin of an ancient Egyptian pharaoh.

Looking at the stuck giant axe, Kurosaki Azami felt the black demon mark on his chest become even more vivid.

Stepping over the body of his senior, Kurosaki Azami felt a sense of care from his senior standing behind him.

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"Luckily, I read a lot of books before..."

In typical old-style buildings, the locations of guest rooms, master bedrooms, and kitchens are relatively fixed.