At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

Such words, spoken by any human being, are merely a pretense of justice to satisfy one's own selfish desires; this is arrogance, unparalleled arrogance.

It turns out that my deepest sin was... arrogance.

Because they stand on the path of justice, they develop an extremely narrow-minded arrogance towards anything that deviates from justice, believing that justice can punish everything.

But this justice is only what I perceive as justice...

"I understand... I found it." Mimi Hibiki's mind was incredibly clear, and everything he saw seemed to slow down.

"True justice!"

"Die!" The Fallen One caught up with him while he was still in mid-air, his expression ferocious as he tried to tear him apart.

Just then, the holy marks on Hibiki Mimi's body slowly disappeared, and a 'Lightning Element God' appeared from the void, radiating a dazzling light.

hum~

His conviction transformed into a unique skill the instant the Eye of God appeared.

A flash of lightning

Hibiki subconsciously activated his skill, and he found that his speed was increasing—his thinking speed, action speed, attack speed, and even the flow of elemental power.

As he accelerated, everything he sensed slowed down; the Fallen One's hideous face was so clearly visible that even the pores on its body were visible.

It's not that things have slowed down, but rather that his nerve transmission speed has increased, which causes what he sees to appear to slow down.

"The Eye of God! I have obtained the Eye of God!" Mimi Hibiki reached out and grasped the Eye of God that appeared in front of him, drawing his 'Mist-Cutting Reflection' towards the Fallen.

The purple blade flashed in a fan shape, slicing across the fallen one's neck.

It wasn't over yet; fan-shaped blades continued to slash across the bodies of the fallen.

The [Lightning Strike] skill duration has ended.

This skill only provides a momentary acceleration, as if stretching out a fleeting instant, so its duration is extremely short.

puff-

The fallen were torn to pieces, black blood scattering along with fragments of limbs, and a dark aura of evil erupted.

The world fell silent for a moment, and the ominous atmosphere that had enveloped the entire island slowly faded.

"Impossible, impossible... Why would this happen!"

The Fallen One's head fell to the ground, its crimson eyes fixed on Hibiki Mimi, or more precisely, on the Eye of God in his hand.

"Damn it! What a bastard!"

"I will come back! I will return even if I become a great demon in hell!"

Mimi Hibiki looked at the head on the ground whose voice was growing weaker and said confidently, "Then I will send you pests to hell again and protect people's happy lives. This is my justice."

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Applause rang out not far away. Mimi Hibiki quickly looked over and saw three women appear. The next moment, she coughed up a mouthful of blood, and a fist-sized hole in her chest let in light.

"you……"

He lowered his guard when he saw the Eye of God on the waist of the woman with long silver hair in the middle.

"If the Holy Emperor hadn't stopped me, I really wouldn't have seen the moment he obtained the Eye of God. This is the first time I've ever seen it." Tendou Kisara looked at the little devil who had obtained the Eye of God in front of them.

That's right, she's a brat, only sixteen or seventeen years old, at the peak of the fourth rank, and looks like she'll be at the fifth rank soon. Tsk, she was already thirty when she became a fourth rank person, and at the peak of the fourth rank she was already seventy.

"This young hero, at the peak of the fourth rank, I don't think I've seen you before." The Holy Emperor was full of doubt.

As the national leader, she knew better than anyone how many fourth-tier individuals there were in the country, but here there were two fourth-tier individuals, and a third-tier girl who could use strange power and even fight with the strength of a mid-to-late fourth-tier individual.

This must still be the 'Thousand Islands Kingdom', because she could see the outline of the coastline of the 'Thousand Islands Kingdom' archipelago even when she was flying in the sky.

"Huh? Are you Japanese?" Mimi Hibiki asked, full of doubt.

"There are probably very few people in the world who don't know me. I am the president of the 'Genius Society' in Japan, and the number one superhuman in Japan."

The Holy Emperor, the Heavenly Child Musang, and Sima Miori exchanged puzzled glances and instantly exchanged information.

Something's not right! We might not have returned to the 'Land of a Thousand Islands,' but have arrived in another place.

'Japan' was the name of the country before the Great Flood; after the Great Flood, it was renamed 'Kuril Islands'.

……

Meanwhile, in hell.

The souls of the fallen plummet rapidly toward hell after they are killed.

Normal people enter the 'Platform of the Underworld' after death, and then take the 'Train of the Underworld' to either the Underworld or Heaven. But it is different for the fallen.

Those who have fallen bear the mark of hell, and will be pulled down to hell by the mark.

"Hell! Hell! Hahaha! Great Gluttonous Demon King Beelzebub! I have come to pledge my allegiance to you!" The fourth-order Fallen laughed unrestrainedly, then glared ferociously at the passage leading away from the human world: "Damn Hibiki Mimi, when I become a great demon, I will definitely go back and kill you!"

The Fallen Ones excitedly plummeted towards the city of demons.

"Where have we fallen to? Is this some kind of hellish breeding ground?"

He watched as a huge farm drew closer, where chickens, ducks, geese, cattle, pigs and other common livestock were raised together. Demons were shooting arrows at the animals, and the animals were screaming in agony.

The livestock, shot and unable to move, were dragged out of the farm by their legs by the demon. The animals screamed in utter despair as they were dragged out, their front legs constantly pawing and struggling.

"Here it comes! Hahaha, another fourth-tier livestock has arrived!"

Chapter 219: Demon King Candidate, Greed, Pride, Esdeath's Fall

"Livestock? What do you mean?"

The fourth-order Fallen One looked down at the demon dressed in an elegant gentleman's tuxedo, who was laughing at him, somewhat puzzled.

But when he landed on the ground, he realized that his field of vision had become very low. Looking down, he saw that his hands had turned into pig hooves. He screamed in terror, "What is happening! What is happening! How did my hands turn into pig hooves! Oink oink oink..." His screams turned into pig squeals.

"Hahaha, you idiots, you little cuties don't actually think that going to hell after death will turn you into demons like us, do you? Hahahaha," the fourth-tier demon baron said with amusement.

"Although His Majesty the Demon King bestowed power upon you, he never said that coming to Hell would make you demons. Rather, he said that you would come to Hell to serve the Demon King."

"However, the way of showing loyalty is a little different. Showing loyalty at the dinner table is also showing loyalty, hahaha."

The fourth-order Fallen One screamed in terror as he looked at the smiling demon, "I've been tricked! I've been tricked! No! I don't want to be eaten!"

The degenerates, already turned into pigs by the 'gluttony rule,' desperately tried to escape.

"Hahaha." The Demon Baron laughed heartily, "You came to the farm and still wanted to run away? You really underestimate His Majesty the Demon King's power."

"Aaaaaah... I don't want to be eaten! Let me go! Let me go! I don't taste good! I don't taste good at all!!!" The fat pig that the Demon Baron was holding screamed in agony.

"What are you yelling about!" The Demon Baron kicked the fat pig in the stomach, and the fat pig screamed even more heartbreakingly.

"Ah, it's such a waste that ingredients of your caliber haven't been corrupted."

"If someone of your level of sinful energy were to fall into depravity, they would at least become a fifth-tier being. What a pity, what a pity."

The Demon Baron shook his head with regret as he watched the fat pig struggling to escape from his grasp.

Fallen and unfallen sinners are much less flavorful to the devil, much like the difference in the quality of ingredients.

At the same level, the Fallen are like premium ingredients, while the unfallen sinners are just ordinary ingredients.

"Aaaaaah... I've already been torn to pieces, why do I still have to go to hell to be eaten by demons! Damn superhumans, damn gods!" The fat pig's voice was filled with hatred and despair: "If you damn gods told me you existed, would I still have done wrong! Damn gods, aaaaaah!"

The big fat pig is none other than Minister Ernest of the Akame ga Kill! planet.

“Oh my, classic case indeed.” The Demon Baron clicked his tongue: “To attribute the current punishment to the gods not giving any warning, not a single one of those who came to the farm regrets their actions. Tsk tsk tsk.”

These sinners' remorse at this moment is only because they are about to be eaten.

"Lord Amoru, are these the ingredients selected for His Majesty Beelzebub?" Hannibal, dressed in a black and white tailcoat, walked over elegantly and bowed to the demon baron.

The Demon Baron nodded: "This is the one. Although it's not a premium ingredient, it's still the top-tier of the fifth rank. There aren't many fifth-rank ones left on the farm."

"Alas, although the aura of evil in hell is incredibly strong right now, there are still too few top-quality ingredients."

"Tier 5, huh? Heh, even I, the Demon King's culinary master, have only made it a few times." Hannibal elegantly straightened his collar, looking at the struggling fat pig with great excitement.

Although the aura of evil on his body had not completely dissipated, he was no longer in danger of being eaten. He would soak in the lava lake for at least an hour every day. Although it was painful, he couldn't help but straighten up when he thought that he could cleanse his sinful chest in a year at most.

His reputation was quite great in the lava hell, and demons with titles flocked to his cuisine. He was even named the 'Demon King's Chef' by His Majesty Beelzebub.

Hannibal captured the large, fat pig and was subsequently bestowed the title of 'Demon King's Chef,' receiving the Demon King's blessing. This blessing was equivalent to that of a fifth-tier demon, a gift from His Majesty the Demon King to enable him to create even more delicious food for him.

"Wow, wow, this pig's heart is huge!" Hannibal exclaimed excitedly, stroking the large, fat pig. "It's obviously a heartless delicacy."

"Just touching that belly tells me it's full of bad intentions, tsk tsk."

"Aaaaaahhhhh..." The big fat pig rolled its eyes in fright.

"Don't worry, my knife is very sharp. You'll watch as I turn parts of your body into delicious food, hehehe." Hannibal patted the big pig's head: "This pig's head is also a good thing. I recently learned some Eastern cuisine: cold pig's ears, spicy pig's tongue, braised pig's face, all of them are good dishes."

"Gah—" Ernest was so frightened that he fainted and stopped struggling.

"Ahem, Chef Hannibal, I have a favor to ask." The Demon Baron coughed lightly.

"Your Excellency, there's no need for further words. It is Hannibal's duty to prepare refreshments for those who have served His Majesty the Demon King after his meal," Hannibal said with an elegant smile. He had learned quite a bit from His Majesty the Demon King.

In Hell, besides the supreme power of His Majesty the Demon King, the most important thing is human relationships and social skills. Even the Demon King can bend and stretch when facing great gods, let alone a mere sinner like himself.

"As expected of the most elegant royal chef in Hell, please teach me some etiquette in your spare time." The demon baron also elegantly placed his left hand on his right shoulder.

“My Lord, it is a sign of elegance to place your right hand on your left shoulder, while placing it on the opposite shoulder signifies swearing allegiance to your master,” Hannibal reminded him.

"My apologies, my apologies." The demon baron quickly switched hands. He had just been promoted from a third-tier lord to a fourth-tier lord to serve as a rancher on the farm, so he was particularly eager to learn etiquette, which was something that high-ranking demons had to learn.

Only high-ranking demons are qualified to formally learn etiquette; low-ranking demons don't even have the means to do so, and high-ranking demons wouldn't stoop to teach low-ranking demons.

Soon, Hannibal dragged the terrified, fat pig back to the Demon King's palace.

In the restaurant, Beelzebub, the gluttonous demon, had already tied a tablecloth around his neck and sat elegantly at the head of the long table, and began to speak.

"What dishes have you prepared today, Hannibal?"

"Your Majesty, the great Demon King, today I will prepare a whole roasted pig for you. Every part of it will have its own unique flavor. The heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys will be used to make French cuisine, the pig's trotters will be used to make Mexican cuisine, and the pig's head will be used to make an oriental cold dish."

"The last bit of pig's blood will be used to make a sinner's wine. I hope you enjoy it."

“Good, let’s begin.” Beelzebub nodded in satisfaction.

"Now please enjoy the pre-dinner performance." Hannibal slapped the fat pig across the face, using the Demon King's blessing to keep him awake and conscious, so that even if only his head remained, he wouldn't faint.