Don't force me to use my right fist.

With a smile, Zuoyou waved his hand, glanced down at the vengeful spirits in the Sanzu River below who were reaching out to him with hungry eyes, and then turned his gaze back to the barrier. He had been in a bit of a rush when he came, but now that he wasn't in such a hurry, he might as well use the precious Ender Pearls.

If we just knocked a hole in it and built a door, wouldn't the old hell become lively again?

His construction worker instincts kicked in once again. Digging a hole in the barrier might sound like a fantasy, but it wasn't particularly difficult for him.

But remembering that he had just provoked the master of hell and snatched someone from its clutches, he decided it was best not to do anything that was clearly dancing in someone else's minefield. Besides, if they really wanted to get through, they should have brought in Shiki as the project manager; that way, she could step in and take the fall if anything went wrong.

He swung his right sword and struck the barrier again and again, quickly breaking a large hole in it once more.

He quickly took out a wooden door from his backpack and wedged it into the barrier. As Zuoyou expected, the wooden door quickly merged with the barrier.

Pushing open the wooden door that was completely encased in the barrier, Saya led Amakawa Tsubasa through it smoothly.

"Saku-kun, have you ever considered becoming a master thief in the future? Your abilities are just too convenient."

Even though he had already witnessed the miraculous abilities that had occurred to Saya, Amakawa Tsubasa still couldn't help but sigh.

Chapter Seventy-Seven: What is Home?

"Let's forget about stealing. I'm a law-abiding citizen."

Once back on the boat, Sawa leisurely sailed towards the dock where Wakakomachi was. Now that he had arrived at the Old Hell, he could finally relax a bit.

"Stealing is fine, but if Zuo You were to steal hearts in the future, he would definitely be a master at it."

Kawao Han stood behind Sawa and said in a somewhat tired voice.

"Huh? Then forget it, I don't want to get hacked to pieces."

Zuoyou waved his hand, saying that dealing with girls was something he was unfamiliar with.

"What are your plans after you go back? Are you planning to find the real culprit who commissioned Hell Girl to send you to hell?"

As he rowed the boat, Saya noticed the weariness in the girl's voice and asked her with some concern.

"I don't want to say, but if you're curious, Saya-kun, it's not impossible for me to tell you."

After hearing Saya's question, Amakawa Tsubasa paused for a moment, then leaned closer to Saya's back, even burying her face in it.

"Is it a difficult situation? Or is the other person someone you don't want to get involved with?"

Sawa then realized that she seemed to have stepped into a minefield again, but judging from this, the problem must lie with the person who tried to curse her to death.

"Yes, it's quite a dilemma. Even though I know her identity, I still have no reason to resent her. It's understandable that she hates me."

Amakawa Tsubasa's voice lowered further, and Saya could only hear helplessness and grievance in her voice.

"Is this something that should be expected?"

For a moment, Zuoyou didn't know how to comfort her. This day was probably too much of a blow for the girl. Being cursed to go to hell was not an experience worth remembering.

"Saya-kun, what do you mean by 'home'?"

Instead of continuing the conversation about Saga, the girl turned to look at the sky in hell, which was devoid of any light, and asked in a somewhat ethereal voice.

"Huh? You're asking me that? That's when I'm wide awake! For me, a home needs to have a bed, a pasture, a fishpond, and a vegetable garden." whl

"Yes, and most importantly, there needs to be a basement filled with boxes!" Zuoyou, who cared a lot about the concept of home, said his idea without hesitation. After being trapped in MC for so many years, his home had been expanded from a small matchbox into a castle-like existence.

"But ultimately, these are the most important things. A place that can truly be called home must be one that makes you feel safe and relaxed." - Wihl

Zuoyou changed the subject and revealed his true intentions.

"Do you feel at ease and relaxed?"

"Actually, asking me this question is useless. To be honest, I'm still temporarily staying at Kaguya's house, and I don't really have the concept of a home yet. I reckon that Ruo will only start building the home I want after I've investigated some things for her. This is also the truth; Sayu hasn't truly found a place called home in this world yet. The wool bed still lying in his backpack is solid proof. Once Kaguya gives him the land she promised, Sayu will probably finally have a real home. Then, with all the labs and planting bases set up, won't Ruo be living the most comfortable life?" Amakawa Tsubasa gently tapped Sayu's back with her smooth forehead and asked quietly.

"I don't want to live in that house anymore. Once your house is finished, could you save me a spot? I'll pay the rent." - wihl

Amakawa Tsubasa replied to Saya with a serious expression, her eyes flashing with determination.

"Isn't it inappropriate for teenagers of this age to share an apartment?"

Sawa seemed to have overheard her suggestion and gave a hesitant reply.

"So, Saya-kun, do you think it's really okay for boys and girls our age to be so affectionate like this? You look like you're really enjoying it."

With a slightly sarcastic remark, he exposed the fact that Saya was really enjoying himself. Amakawa Tsubasa smiled and said to him, "This guy can be really interesting sometimes."

"By the way, I'm actually wearing a bra properly, so don't think anything weird just because it feels so soft."

The girl, pressing her advantage, smiled as she looked at the embarrassed Sawa, even though he hadn't turned around.

"This was an accident. An upright and good kid like me wouldn't have such worldly desires."

Sōyū subconsciously touched his nose before stammering a reply. At the same time, he deliberately straightened his body in the small boat, trying to maintain as much distance as possible from Yūki Amakawa behind him.

"Pfft. I'll take this seriously. But seriously, Saya-kun, haven't you considered it? I'm really into you right now. If you press your advantage, winning me over might not be a problem." Amakawa Shinichi said, tilting his head towards Saya.

"Staying temporarily is fine, but until you figure out what you really want, let's just be friends."

Sawa shook his head vigorously, like a rattle-drum.

He wasn't offended by what this guy had just done; she was simply confused and disoriented from being hurt. Taking advantage of her in this situation wasn't his style. "Bullying, you're only satisfied with being friends? Can't I even repay you with my body?" he said increasingly in front of Sōyū.

"I don't think it'll work. At least, Amakawa Tsubasa, you should be more ladylike, right? I noticed from the beginning that your current persona is a bit too different from when we first met." WI Saya pinched his chin and voiced his doubts. According to the original work, shouldn't this girl be pursuing a pure and innocent personality? How come the more I get to know her, the more she seems like a female player? She has a whole set of flirting techniques.

"Isn't this better?"

Amakawa tilted his head. Could it be that this guy prefers him to be aloof? Could he be the legendary masochist?

"Perhaps this is fate's arrangement."

The girl pressed her face against Saya's back and whispered something in a voice only she could hear.

Chapter 78 You still say you don't slack off?

Chatting along the way, Saya finally brought Amakawa Tsubasa to the somewhat familiar dock, but Komachi's car, which should have been parked there, was nowhere to be found, and the slacking-off Grim Reaper was also gone.

After mooring the small boat at the side, Sōyū looked at the girl who was sitting gracefully.

Without outside help, getting out of the ship would be virtually impossible. This is because it involves a crucial point: not everyone has a SHIFT key like a cube (-). In other words, this is the game's mechanics, its characteristic; translated into the real world, it becomes a rule, a law.

Sōyū knocked the small wooden boat under Amakawa's wings off, and just as she was about to fall into the water, he caught her around the waist and gently placed her on the dock.

"It's a strange feeling, but I don't think I'd want to experience it a second time." The girl, whose legs were getting weak from sitting for so long, clung to Saya's arm and whispered in his ear.

"I wouldn't let just anyone experience this. You know what my secret weapon is?"

With a touch of pride, Sōyū put the small boat, which had transformed into a model of Tomoe Gakudai, back into his backpack. Then, he picked up the obsidian and began building it next to the dock.

"Saku-kun, what are you doing? Aren't we waiting for the ship to take us back to the real world?"

Yuchuan Yi, who had been placed on the grassy area overgrown with spider lilies next to the dock by Saya, looked at the busy Saya with confusion. She had originally thought that he had brought her here so that someone would take them back. After all, they had come in by boat, and logically, they should have gone back by boat as well.

"Huh? You expect that lazy Grim Reaper to send you back? Forget it, it's a good thing she didn't drag you down."

Saya mocked Komachi, who wasn't there, saying that if they were hoping she would sail them back to the real world, they might as well hope that the Three-Eyed Spider would have a change of heart.

"If you want to go back, of course you have to rely on yourself. Trust me. It'll be quick, just a little dizzy. Just remember not to throw up on me." After quickly setting up the obsidian door, Sōyū turned to Wakana Tsubasa and explained. Then, what came into his view was a huge scythe placed directly below his neck.

"Damn it, don't you make a sound when you walk? You came back without even saying a word." Saya muttered under his breath, gently moving the scythe that had been pressed against his neck away. "I'll wait until we're back in the real world before saying these things," he thought. "Getting caught talking behind someone's back like that..." Komachi smiled and waited for Saya's reply.

"I'm guilty. At most, next time I come, if you want anything from the real world, I'll bring it to you." Saku clasped his hands together and pleaded softly for forgiveness. Although neither of them took what had just happened to heart, chatting like this was more interesting.

"My favorite, you said it yourself, let me think about it. What should I want?"

Komachi crossed her arms over her chest, making her already formidable L-shaped breasts appear even more prominent. Yet, she maintained a completely natural expression as she pondered the problem.

"What is this?" Yu Liyi felt as if this girl had appeared out of thin air. When she raised the giant scythe at Ruo Zuoyou, she almost cried out to warn Zuoyou. But now, it seemed that the relationship between the two was not what she had thought.

"I guess we're friends. Grim Reapers from hell." Saya thought for a moment. He wasn't quite sure what his relationship with Komachi was, but if they always got along well, they could be considered friends, albeit barely.

"Of course we're friends. But don't expect me to do anything bad for you. I've thought it through. Next time you come down, bring me some real-life delicacies. Or if possible." Komachi patted Saya on the shoulder, acknowledging him as a friend. But as she finished speaking, she secretly gestured for Saya to move closer to her. Then she whispered another request.

"Give me a soft pillow, preferably the kind suitable for use on a ship, you know what I mean." She gave Sōyū a knowing look, and Sōyū replied with an OK sign.

He even said he wouldn't slack off, but he's been trying to improve his sleep quality. Zuo You even suspects that if he were to settle down here and build a branch base, this guy would definitely find ways to come and chat with him every day.

"I knew you had potential, Sayu-kun. Oh, by the way, who's that over there?"

Seeing that Saya was cooperating with her so well, Komachi patted Saya on the back with satisfaction before turning her attention to Amakawa Tsubasa, who was watching the two of them whispering to each other.

How come there's an ordinary human here too? And like Saya, she's not a wronged soul or spirit who died unjustly, but a living person whose lifespan hasn't ended.

"My friend Amakawa Tsubasa is also the reason I went to hell this time." Saya gave Komachi a brief introduction - Amakawa Tsubasa.

"My name is Onozumi Komachi, the ferryman of the Sanzu River. I won't say I'm happy to meet you, since you probably won't want to see me again."

Komachi greeted Amakawa Tsubasa, saying something that was half sarcastic and half joking, just like Saya.

"It doesn't seem like a simple friendship to me. You've gone to hell for him, Sayu-kun. In ancient times, this would have been a story that led to a beautiful marriage." Komachi narrowed her eyes and continued to tease Sayu, her gaze shifting back and forth between him and Amakawa Tsubasa.

"Stop joking with me, okay? For me, going in and out of hell isn't that difficult. There's no need to make it sound so extreme."

Saya scratched his head and explained.

"Well, who knows about your situation? Anyway, I'm going back to rest now. Just don't forget your promise." Komachi shrugged and slowly walked back to her small boat.

"Well, remember to thank Lady Shiki for me, and also for what happened just now. I was a great help."

Asawaka Komachi waved, and Saya led Amakawa Tsubasa into the rebuilt Gate of Hell.

This somewhat perilous and exciting journey through hell has finally come to an end. As for the fact that the Three-Eyed Spider has his eye on him, Zuoyou doesn't seem to care much. He might as well come up in the real world and give him a piece of his mind. Once he gets a good mod, he'll definitely use the Amputator Killer to turn his eight legs into two.

Chapter 79 I Just Want to Farm

As Ruoyu Chuanyi walked out of the Hell Gate beneath the abandoned classroom, Sawa gradually found that he had almost gotten used to the dizziness that came with passing through the Hell Gate, and he recovered almost as soon as his vision blurred.

But Amakawa Tsubasa thought differently. She could only stand by holding onto Saya's arm, and at this moment she was practically leaning her whole body on Saya.

"I never want to experience this again in my life." The girl, whose face was a little pale, complained to Saya, struggling to hold back her nausea and gasping for breath.

"Wake up, do you want to go to hell again?"

Zuoyou shook his head. This is something that most people can't even experience. Crawling out of hell is not as simple as it sounds.

"If you're not feeling well, do you need me to take you home? Or would you like to lie down in the infirmary?" Wihl