At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

"what!!!"

"Act One." Hannibal elegantly held a kitchen knife and, under Ernest's terrified gaze, stabbed it into his neck.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

stab-

The fat pig watched in despair as its body was hollowed out; the pain had exceeded its limit, yet it remained perfectly conscious.

After a long while, the pig's head was placed on the dining table. Its desperate expression made its eyes dart around as it watched helplessly as it was slowly swallowed by the Demon King's stomach. Even as its body was separated from the Demon King, it could still feel the pain of being digested.

"Hannibal, your cooking skills have improved." Beelzebub put down his knife and fork with satisfaction.

"I see you still have a lot of sin on you. I'll arrange for you to spend a few days in the moldy hell to be thoroughly cleansed."

"Mold, mold hell..." Hannibal trembled with fear, almost wetting himself.

Hell is not a place where each layer is more terrifying than the last; rather, the pain multiplies exponentially. For sinners punished in the magma hell, the pain and despair in the icy hell are several times greater than those in the magma hell combined with the icy hell.

"What, you have a problem with that?" Beelzebub said coldly.

Hannibal shuddered and quickly bowed gracefully: "It is entirely up to Your Majesty."

"Go to the moldy hell after you finish cooking this meal," Beelzebub said coldly. If Hannibal hadn't been such a good cook, how could he have used a sinner, a beast who deserved to be eaten, and yet he was still not satisfied with just a chance?

However, his domain is the magma hell; the icy hell and the moldy hell are not his domain.

Currently, he is only qualified to govern the Frozen Hell and the Mold Hell because no great sin demon king has been born there.

When a 'Demon King Candidate' is born, that's when his tentacles retract.

The 'Demon King Candidate' is a seventh-order demon who has comprehended the rules of the Great Sin and condensed fragments of those rules.

Of course, it doesn't have to be a demon. If a human comprehends the 'Fragment of Great Sin,' then they are also a 'Demon King Candidate.' Whoever can ascend to godhood first will be the new 'Demon King of Great Sin.'

The demons in the Frozen Hell are now at Tier 6, while the demons in the newly formed Mold Hell are at Tier 5.

Mold Hell

This is a green world, but the green here is a terrifying color, intertwined with decay, disease, and death.

The mold tangled together to form tall trees, then forests, and a green fog enveloped the entire hell. This fog was not water, but mold spores.

Currently, only a small number of sinful souls have fallen into the Mold Hell; the majority of sinful souls have been trapped in the first layer, the Lava Hell.

Once other great sin demon kings are born, they will likely engage in open and covert struggles to seize the soul of sin.

Each of the great sin lords treats the souls of sin differently; only the Gluttony lord treats the souls of sin as food.

"Cough cough cough... This damn mycelium is all over my body." Mordred coughed up green spores as if he had taken a big drag on a cigarette. His skin was covered with a layer of mold, and he looked like a rotting corpse.

"It hurts so much... If it weren't for my strong beliefs, my mind would have completely collapsed."

“Lord Mordred, refrain from swearing. My king expects knights to treat everyone with courtesy,” Tristan said hoarsely, pulling a colorful mushroom from his mouth and saying bitterly, “Having mushrooms growing all over my body…it hurts like hell.”

"Oh, oh, I... I was in so much pain that I had to curse a few words." Mordred quickly said when Tristan brought up her father, "I wonder how much longer it will be before we can go back. Look how much sin I have on me?"

"I can't tell, but I no longer hear the hatred and curses of innocent people." Gawain plopped down on the ground, and mold spores instantly rose up and filled the surrounding space.

"It should be soon..."

"Cough cough cough, Gao Wenqing... it's best not to make any big movements. Every big movement stirs up mold, and my lungs are already full." Lancelot knelt on the ground, spore smoke billowing from his eyes, ears, nose and mouth.

"Why bring this up? Is there any part of our body that doesn't have fungus growing on it?" Agguiwen's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were covered with mycelium that looked like enoki mushrooms.

It was incredibly painful, from the magma hell to the icy hell, and then to the moldy hell. If it weren't for Beelzebub, the gluttonous demon king from mythology, who gave them the protection of not having their minds broken, their consciousness would probably have dissipated in the icy hell.

"Oh, I didn't expect there were other people suffering. Looks like they got in through connections with some god." A woman's voice, tinged with a hint of teasing, came from behind.

"Huh?" The expressions of the people at the round table changed as they looked around. Finally, they looked up and saw a huge tree made of mycelium, on which sat a woman with long golden hair, a full figure, and delicate features.

The woman seemed to possess a bewitching charm. Her body was still covered in mold, but she seemed completely unconcerned about the pain. Instead, she was cultivating the mold in her hand, as if conducting some kind of experiment.

“This intuition… it’s the witch…” Mordred’s expression changed, and her face darkened.

She believed that witches were defined by their behavior and personality, not by any particular race. Her mother, Morgan Freeman, was a witch, a mad witch. Although she was her mother, she still felt that her mother was a mad witch who would sacrifice everything to achieve her goals.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Gawain stared at the blonde woman.

Lancelot and Tristan were also on high alert.

Although they are no different from ordinary people in Hell, there are no rules in Hell that forbid harming each other; even those who are suffering can still kill each other.

“Hehe, like you, I am here to be punished and cleanse my sins. My name is Rheindoth, and as you can see, I am a witch,” Rheindoth said with a smile.

"Like you, I was also cast down by the gods, but unlike you, I have no back door to turn back from."

She's just being punished in hell; she'll just have to accept her punishment.

The torment of this hell has surpassed the time she was infected by the abyss, but she will not be assimilated; it is just pure pain, and she can still endure it.

She is now traveling back and forth between the magma hell, the ice hell, and the mold hell, with the level of pain increasing exponentially, and the sinful energy on her body being consumed exponentially as well.

Even so, she would still need thousands of years to be released from prison.

She just wanted other hells to be created quickly so that her release time would be shortened.

She is now studying the rules of hell in the moldy hell, and the unknown holds an extreme attraction for her.

She vaguely sensed a rule called 'the sin of lust', but it vanished before she could grasp it.

During her time in Hell, she had come to understand its characteristics. Her current desire for the unknown could be called 'lust' or 'greed', but it could only be described as one direction of greed.

Greed for unknown knowledge is called 'greed'.

Although she has separated from 'Naberius', with her talent, she might just be able to grasp a completely new 'truth' in this new world.

She felt that the 'greed sin' perfectly suited her personality, so she has been staying in the moldy hell to capture that trace of the rule.

"Tch, what do you want to do?" Mordred bared his teeth, his face full of disgust.

"Heh, such hostility?" Rhein-Dort said with a laugh, "You're the ones who came to my resting place, so I hope you won't disturb me."

“You’d better think so too, otherwise…” Mordred finished speaking and turned to leave: “Let’s go too, leave the witch’s territory.”

“The Demon Lord of Greed…” Rhinedot watched the knights gradually walk away, continuing to try to grasp that trace of rule, and finally sighed and shook his head.

"Even if you sense it, you can't catch it. The order of this world is truly absolute."

Sinners are not worthy of power. Power that sinners can obtain will lead to absolute destruction, just like the fallen ones. Therefore, she must cleanse herself of her sins in order to be accepted by the world and thus gain power.

Otherwise, no matter how talented one is, one will not gain any power, and the power and knowledge one once possessed will be completely dormant and unable to exert any effect.

She decided to atone for her sins first. After that, she believed that with her talent, she might just become the 'Great Sin King' of Hell and gain a legitimate 'official position' in this world.

……

While civilizations around the world were sending envoys to the Xia Kingdom to participate in the grand event, only the world of Akame ga Kill! did not receive an invitation from the Xia Kingdom.

The world of Akame ga Kill! is actually not far from Earth, about the same distance as the Earth-Fire axis. However, because there is no open air route and the civilization level of the world of Akame ga Kill! is not even at the fourth level, it does not have the advanced level of civilization for space travel.

However, the world of Akame ga Kill! remains very lively. The empire has been renamed the 'Holy Kingdom,' a name taken from the conditions for obtaining 'Stigmata,' meaning a sacred kingdom.

The Holy Kingdom's system is a 'national council system', where 'members' are superhumans of the third rank or above from each region, and 'speakers' are superhumans of the fourth rank. If this were on Earth, then members would be equivalent to governors, and speakers would be equivalent to national leaders.

National affairs are then assigned by the speakers, while local affairs are assigned by the members of parliament.

The system may seem simple, but it is very direct and efficient. After all, these are all high-level superhumans, so there will be no bad things like favoritism, corruption, or abuse of power.

The demons arrived when fourth-tier superhumans appeared and third-tier superhumans broke through the three-digit mark.

There are quite a few hidden criminals left over from the old empire, especially those executioners, members of evil organizations, and hidden Imperial Arms users, particularly the evil Imperial Arms users led by Sheila, the son of Minister Honest.

This was practically paradise for demons, but they didn't create a large number of corrupted beings.

Demons have their own rules; they proceed gradually, allowing civilization time to react. Demons don't want too many fallen ones to cause innocent casualties, as those casualties will be attributed to them.

Before the world order could deliver its punishment, their Demon Lord used them as a sacrifice.

In the parliament hall, Najendan, the national leader, sat at the head of the table, looking solemnly at the people in the parliamentary seats.

All members of the former Night Raid have become fourth-order transcendents and hold important national positions. An, the leader of the Path of Tranquility, has also reached the fourth order and serves as the Minister of State Administration of the National Church.

These positions and the national order were tailored for the entire nation before their true spiritual leaders departed, and were sufficient to ensure the nation's continued operation for thousands of years.

"The demons and fallen ones mentioned by the mentors have appeared. Although they are only of the first tier, which the adventurers from the 'Adventurers' Guilds' in various regions can handle, stronger ones will inevitably appear. Everyone must not let their guard down," Najenda said in a deep voice.

The Adventurers' Guild is a semi-official organization for extraordinary individuals in the general public. This is also the significance of mentors to them: to guide extraordinary individuals in the general public, to use their power to expand and protect human living areas, to fight against dangerous species, and to allow the nation to focus its energy on developing civilization.

"Eleven cases have appeared in the area I'm in charge of. Luckily, I reacted in time and didn't let those guys into the town," a third-tier superhuman said angrily. "There's just too much scum left over from the old empire."

"There's nothing we can do about it. Now that demons have appeared, they've started to systematically evade our patrols," another third-tier transcendent said helplessly.

"What I'm most concerned about are those Teigu users who haven't been found yet; they are the real threat."

"Yes, we found traces of the minister's son, Shira, in the southern province, but those Imperial Arms that manipulate space are truly beyond our control. If we were to become Fallen Ones, I can't even imagine the harm they would cause."

"Those wicked guys who have committed so many evils, I can't even imagine if they become fourth or fifth-tier Fallen Ones. They're too difficult for us to deal with."

"..." Najenda listened to the councilors' feedback and pondered for a moment. Suddenly, she thought of something and stood up abruptly, her face grim: "Oh no! How is the situation at the detention center where Leone is guarding Esdeath?"

Unlike other criminals, Esdeath was not imprisoned.

Because the people of the capital pleaded for Esdeath, they did not choose to treat her as a criminal or excessively restrict her freedom. Esdeath also had a good attitude and did many good things for the capital during this period.

"Oh no!" Leone realized it too, and instantly stood up, his elemental power flowing from his body, and flew out of the conference hall.

at the same time

Beijing Detention Center

Esdeath was not restricted in her movements except for living under surveillance. Of course, apart from being provided with a place to live, she was not given any money and had to earn all her own expenses.

Esdeath, who was born on the border, was able to support herself.

"It's really difficult for this weak body to get a piece of dangerous meat now," Esdeath sighed as she processed the lean meat, wearing an apron.

She was originally from a commoner background. Although she longed for battle and believed in the law of the jungle, she also empathized with the hardships of ordinary people's lives. Therefore, every time she returned from a battle, she would distribute a portion of her wealth to the common people of the capital.

Unexpectedly, this act of kindness brought her good fortune.

She now believes in 'good deeds will be rewarded,' but she doesn't think there's anything wrong with 'survival of the fittest.'

"Awakening... is this all it can do?" Esdeath stopped chopping vegetables, feeling the weak and pitiful power within her body.

The three stages of a first-order transcendent being are 'Willpower Activation', 'Source Turbulence', and 'Superpower Awakening'. She has now achieved 'Source Turbulence'.

Ordinary people can become first-order extraordinary beings; they only need to meet the spiritual standard, without needing to perform any good deeds.