Witch Troupe and the Undead

Because they skipped the firearms stage and went straight to plasma guns, these weapons were only in the hands of arcane sorcerers and top alchemists, and were not widely available.

Plasma bombs are composite bombs created by the combined effects of wind and fire arcane elements. Due to their composite nature, they are extremely easy to detonate. Therefore, arcane sorcerers use precise calculation formulas to ensure that they are maintained in a dangerous balance.

At the same time, he used his own specially designed paradigm as a fuse to avoid accidental detonation. Even so, Roach was afraid of these newly created things, which looked like a ball of electric light inside a spherical glass bottle. If this thing was detonated correctly, it would form a ball of lightning or plasma with a diameter of about 2 to 5 feet and a temperature of about 10 million degrees.

Because this is a "magical creation," the plasma will not move; it will only fall under the influence of gravity and then spread outwards, engulfing everything within a radius of up to 20 feet. Beyond that, its destructive power will be relatively limited.

However, Roach's bombs were a bit special; their destructive range was a cone-shaped structure. Roach used them to destroy the structure at the top, and then the force field bombs were used to push the falling rocks outwards.

"Old Ma, thank you for your hard work." Black Horse looked at Roach in horror as he came over with a huge backpack. Even a high-level demon couldn't withstand such a big bag exploding on his back!

"Next, we need to go inside, conduct on-site surveys and install bombs, and then control the detonation." As a required subject in archaeology, he had indeed learned how to protect such architectural structures within mountains.

After all, ancient tombs that are excavated for protection are very fragile. Tomb raiders dig holes indiscriminately without regard for anything else. They must know how to excavate ancient tombs without destroying the remaining contents as well.

Conversely, now that he's a "tomb raider," he only needs to practice this knowledge in reverse to know how to dig this thing down as quickly as possible and where its load-bearing structure is.

“I have two options. The first option is that we completely destroy this giant mountain tomb, I mean the fortress, and seal up all the large cracks below. Then we will find a way to get through the upper part of the fortress and leave.”

"The second option is to blow up the fortress, allowing the accumulated gas to leak out and widen the fissures below, thereby reducing the injection pressure and returning via the original route."

What are the differences between the two options?

"I can't guarantee there's a way out from above the fortress for the former, and for the latter... the pressure will definitely decrease, but whether it will decrease to a level where we can get through is another matter."

“The first option,” Sophie said seriously, “if the first option fails, we can consider the second option, but if the second option fails, we’re completely doomed.” That option is that there are towering pillars of fire in both the front and back, making it impossible to pass through. We would just be roasted alive below.

"Alright, let's go in then!" A blast of hot air hit us in the passageway. Every part of the magnificent castle inside the mountain was burning. Ancient and precious tapestries turned into ashes, and the gilded staircase gradually melted in the high temperature.

The Temple of Sin has a standard cylindrical structure, with all the rooms arranged around the central circular hall, resembling a tower that grows downwards.

“A cylindrical structure is the most ideal structure to support this kind of mountain structure. The thick cylindrical wall around it is its load-bearing structure. When a collapse occurs, it will inevitably start from the central main passage.” The floor of the circular hall was so hot that it was burning hot underfoot. The gold-cast sculptures seemed to be melting. However, this was just an illusion caused by the firelight. The temperature inside was far from the melting point of gold.

"Crack!" Burning wooden structures fell from the ceiling and crashed to the floor with a loud bang. Most of the rooms were on fire, and the pipes and lights were constantly spewing columns of fire, making the team's progress extremely difficult. Even Black Horse looked very cautious—it hadn't forgotten that it was carrying a large bag of bombs on its back.

"Livia, can you remotely sense and detonate these bombs?"

"Hmm..." The little witch bit her index finger and looked intently at the force field bomb that Roach had taken out. She nodded somewhat uncertainly. The noise here was too loud for her, making it difficult to hear the bombs, but she could still manage if she tried.

Originally, the fortress was filled with a large number of magical creatures, including those with animated armor. However, these creatures have now turned into a pile of molten, unidentified matter, and the original trapdoors and other mechanisms have deformed under the high temperature, making them easy to spot and avoid. This is undoubtedly a good thing for teams that need to save time.

Upon entering the upper level of the fortress, Roach and his companions entered a massive, burning library. Precious books and documents were engulfed in flames, with only a portion of the magic books on the shelves remaining relatively intact due to their special materials or the seals protecting them from theft.

"That one!" Livia quickly found her target, reached out and beckoned it over. The seal shattered instantly, and the flames scattered like a swarm of terrified venomous snakes, revealing a relatively intact bookshelf behind it. Several large books fell into Livia's hands.

"Practical Armor Enchanting Craftsmanship," "Introduction to Gem-Driven Theory," "Active Metal Craftsmanship and Identification," and "Armor Art Design Theory" are standard craft books. Hmm, you might ask why there's an art design section? Well, because industrial art craftsmanship is also a very important craft design theory. Apple started out based on this, you know!

Then the little witch continued to rummage through the bookshelves, rescuing many books she didn't own, but she remained unmoved by the magic books she had already read.

"Ahhh~" A puppet used to protect the library suddenly pounced from the upper level towards the thief who was "stealing" from the library. However, the flames burning on its body burned away all the artificial skin and shell, revealing a hideous alloy skeleton. The puppet was grabbed by the little witch in mid-air.

Flames converged from all directions within seconds, completely enveloping the area. The little witch couldn't eliminate the surrounding heat, but she could make the flames give way, which is why they passed through the fire-breathing pipes so easily.

However, she could only control the flames, not the high temperature they generated. Even if the flames submitted, it didn't change the fact that they would be roasted to a crisp and oily state once the frost magic effect on them ended.

"Thud!" The completely burned puppet fell to the ground. Livia carefully picked up a shiny gem from the wreckage, held it up in both hands, and showed it to everyone like a treasure. Then she happily put it into the small bag on her skirt.

"Livia, collect as many books as you can that you haven't read before, not just magic books and alchemy books, but also ordinary books and scrolls." The little witch looked up at Roach, her light golden hair seemingly burning and flowing in the furnace-like firelight around her, and her emerald eyes were tinged with a bewitching red.

Her large eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a very gentle smile. Then, she enthusiastically pulled out a large pile of books from the burning stack, only a small portion of which had been burned. The flames on them were torn off by the little witch like sticky dirt, and she threw them aside, making the empty bookshelf burn even more fiercely.

Unfortunately, they arrived too late. Only a handful of bookshelves in the entire library hadn't been burned, and those were all protected by various seals and protective magic. However, this also meant that the books on those shelves were extremely important.

Whether it was an alchemy book, a magic book, or even ordinary books and scrolls that lacked magical aura but were protected by heavily sealed bookshelves, the same was true. Thus, the cargo on the black horse's back was increased by another layer.

Passing through the still-burning, and soon-to-be-burned library, Livia's act of extinguishing the fire meant that other places would burn even more intensely, since she couldn't directly create or destroy things.

The upper level of the library is the Stargazing Dome, and the towers surrounding the dome have now been turned into torches. Roach now needs to blow up these towers and the entire Stargazing Dome, and then collapse the entire fortress.

"Install according to the diagram I gave you, and be quick, our protective magic effects are almost gone!" The frost magic effect is about to end and cannot be replenished in a short time, because they are now in the middle of the fire, and all the fire elements are saturated, making it impossible to release similar spell effects unless they use a powerful fire spell.

"Are you ready?"

"Okay!" Everyone stood in a safe position. Roach could only control the damage radius of the explosion, not the ripple damage, so everyone had to find a solid and stable area to stand in.

"Three, two, one! Livia, detonate!" The little witch closed her eyes, and the base of the Stargazing Tower collapsed with a loud bang. Then, explosions rang out throughout the entire fortress. The result of the load-bearing structure being blown up was that the central passage collapsed, and countless rubble blocked the rooms that were still burning and spewing flames.

"Watch your step!" Livia opened her arms as if embracing something, and the floor suddenly exploded, sending the stargazing dome and the entire library structure sinking. Then the pillars collapsed inward, and countless rubble and debris fell down into the central passageway, which had become a deep well. At that moment, Roach also heard the terrifying whooshing sound of fire fading away.

The fire rain falling from the gas lamps on the ceilings of the rooms surrounding the stargazing dome gradually extinguished. "Detonate the second layer!"

"Boom!" The dome ceiling exploded, and tens of millions of tons of earth and rocks fell like a waterfall. The entire building was shaking violently. Finally, Roach successfully blasted a crack in the dome above his head.

"Run! This place is about to collapse too!" Roach had clearly miscalculated. The deflagration pressure below far exceeded his expectations. Although the leak had been temporarily blocked, it was only like plugging a large vent into the boiler. The deflagration pressure below would soon be high enough to blow open the pile of rubble.

Now it depends on whether the parts inside the castle are more fragile, or the cracks at the bottom of the Black Abyss outside are more fragile; in any case, the more brittle side will break.

"Boom!" The mountain-like outer wall suddenly exploded outwards, and every weapon port sprayed intense flames in all directions. The cracks on the wall continued to spread, releasing even larger jets of fire.

"This way!" Sophie found a relatively safe path. Under the makeshift steps made of rubble that the little witch had casually summoned, the group successfully escaped to the dome, from where they could overlook parts of the second and third levels of the Black Abyss.

"Boom!" Amidst the earth-shaking tremors, the fortress beneath their feet suddenly sank downwards, and a ring of fire visibly spread outwards. But perhaps it was the final pressure that broke the fragile foundation, and the entire fortress sank halfway underground, like a wooden plug completely sealing off any leaks from the lower levels.

However... this side is blocked, and the cemetery or ancient battlefield area at the bottom of the Black Abyss turned into a sea of ​​fire amidst everyone's numb expressions. Even the commercial streets on the second level began to collapse. This place may have to be renamed "Living Hell" in the future.

Of course, there was good news: this godforsaken place probably wouldn't harbor any monsters other than elemental creatures. Whatever rare resources lay below would be completely irrelevant to the Empire or the kingdom opposite. The second challenge Roach and his companions faced was figuring out how to climb up the rocks on either side…

“Blast a path,” Roach said resignedly. He still had a few alchemical bombs left, and even if he didn’t, there was an almost unlimited supply of fire element resources here. Blasting a path seemed like a reliable idea. “We can just blast these mountains into a ramp and then we can go up,” Sophie said, looking at Roach as if he were a ghost, but she didn’t object because it was indeed the fastest solution.

Chapter Sixty-Nine: The Public-spirited Dark Horse

Strands of flame shot out from Livia's small hands, each strike hitting the rock wall precisely, causing layers of rock to crumble away. The group climbed up the still-warm rubble, making their way for nearly 200 meters before finally returning to the cliff where the Deathwhisper Fortress was located.

"Whoosh~" At this moment, Livia finally dispelled the frost spell that was on the verge of collapse. A wave of heat spread outwards and was then carried away by the rising air currents.

Looking down from the Deathwhisper Fortress, the Black Abyss Graveyard could no longer be called the Black Abyss. The dark abyss now resembled a river of lava, with billowing black smoke rising from below. The air was filled with sulfur and a strange, acrid smell, and the heat pounded against the outer walls of the fortress. The firelight illuminated the graveyards and ancient ruins on both sides of the abyss.

The good news is that the upper-level cemetery and ruins have not been damaged in any way. The bad news is that there are no monsters left inside, and the roads and structures have become extremely fragile and dangerous, making it difficult to use this area as an area for adventurers to explore.

"Master Roach, what on earth happened down there?!" Viscount Carius scrambled towards him as soon as he entered the city gate. "Why did such a massive explosion occur?!"

“Well… it’s a long story,” Roach said wearily. “Well, there are black water minerals and some kind of flammable gas down there. The people who built this ruin used black water and gas for lighting and energy, but for such a long time, the castle was filled with highly toxic gas.”

The reason the adventurers didn't light these gas lamps before was because they were carrying enclosed magical lamps. Oil lamps, because they required fuel, were basically all used up by the time they reached the fourth floor, and torches were not suitable for use at this time.

In addition, the gas smells like rotten eggs and clearly contains hydrogen sulfide, which is toxic. Adventurers who can reach the fourth floor are not reckless, and they would naturally avoid these areas with such obvious toxic gas smell.

"Then when we opened the door, we triggered some kind of ancient mechanism, which ignited all the gas and black liquid." After Sophie and the others added their explanation, Carius finally understood what had happened and gave Roach a deep look. "This is a good thing, I suppose."

"Huh!?" Roach and Leslie exchanged a glance. What happened? "The Westwind Territory of the Kingdom of Rada has fallen." The Westwind Territory is a border earldom of the Kingdom of Rada, which is the part opposite the Deathwhisper Fortress and borders the Empire. Its main city is called "Wind Nest Fortress" because the city defense-level arcane ritual field can summon hurricanes, which are not common in plains areas, to form a protective barrier.

The Empire's several attacks on Wind Nest Castle ended in failure. On the plains, the defensive walls formed by countless whirlwinds could greatly weaken the Empire's ranged attack power, and for knights, charging against the hurricane made it impossible to maintain formation and speed.

However, Roach, who had no idea what West Wind Territory was, and the little witch, who also didn't read many geography books, looked at each other, somewhat puzzled as to what it meant.

"Now, the other side is a paradise for the undead. I was worried that the Black Abyss Cemetery might become a bridgehead for the undead to attack the Empire, but now it seems that it has become a huge moat because of this explosion."

Viscount Carius felt a headache coming on at the thought that the hundreds of thousands of people in Westwind Territory would turn into a legion of hundreds of thousands of undead, especially since the Deathwhisper Fortress was right in front of a perfect undead advance base—the Black Abyss Cemetery.

However, now that the Black Abyss Cemetery has become some kind of dangerous fiery mountain, the undead on the other side obviously will not choose to break through from here. Even if they do, they will first have to face the fragile stone bridges and the small number of fire elemental creatures that are starting to appear.

Now, the pressure is on the northern provinces of Lywood County. After all, the south is bordered by the Black Forest and the Eaglefeather Mountains, with a living forest blocking the way. Small-scale undead infiltration is possible, but a large-scale invasion is wishful thinking.

For the fierce and ruthless naturalized people of the northern provinces, these undead were no more difficult to deal with than the orcs. Moreover, the temperature in the northern provinces was very low. Although the undead were not afraid of low-temperature environments, their dried-up corpses and skeletons did not have much heat to begin with. However, precisely because of this, a rain or snowstorm could freeze them completely, making it impossible for them to melt the ice with their body heat.

“I see.” “Does Master Roach still intend to continue residing in the Deathwhisper Fortress?” Karius seemed to be trying to persuade him to stay, but in reality, Roach could see the words “send away the plague god” in his eyes.

The fortress buildings are compact, unlike Hearthstone City which has a lake in the city. You can throw him onto the island in the middle of the lake and place it in the fortress that is already full of engineering equipment, alchemy tools, fuel and magic crystals. This kind of explosive master puts more pressure on Karius than the undead on the other side.

I'm terrified that one day I'll wake up to find myself lying in ruins, surrounded by a flat plain under a clear blue sky. Of course, I'm even more afraid that one day I'll fall asleep, hear a clap of thunder, and never wake up again.

“No…” To be honest, Roach intended to continue living here. After all, compared to the Little Witch’s house, the Arcane Tower here was a really good place to live. But… “We’re planning to go to Hearth City…” Roach noticed that Karius’s whole body was tense. “to buy some supplies and then go home.”

"If you have any needs, you can ask anyone in the territory for help with my seal ring." Being afraid that Roach might blow something up doesn't mean we shouldn't try to win him over. Precisely because his explosive alchemy is so incredibly powerful, we should try to win him over even more. Otherwise, if we try to win him over to our political enemies, we'll probably find ourselves flying into the air the day after we go to bed.

The seal ring was the greatest expression of sincerity that nobles could offer. You could use it to stamp texts representing the noble family on the clay seals of letters and documents, much like the ancient Chinese phrase "as if the emperor were personally present." The officials who received the documents and letters would then take it as an order personally issued by the viscount and carry it out.

However, because this thing is so sensitive, it is almost impossible for nobles to give it away as a reward or a token of gratitude. It would be tantamount to sharing their power with others. Of course, Karius was no exception. His main purpose in giving Roach this thing was not only to win him over, but also to make Roach not cause trouble as long as he was considered one of their own.

After returning to the Mystic Tower, Roach unloaded the things from his horse and loaded them into the carriage. "Vilandera and Titania, what are your plans?"

"Hmm, I plan to go back and plant flowers. I've already had my adventure~" Titania said happily. Fairies are carefree creatures. After an adventure ends, the first thing they do is naturally go back and brag to the other fairies. Otherwise, wouldn't the adventure have been a waste?

“No embellishment allowed,” Roach warned, but he knew it was impossible. When fairies bragged about their adventures, it would be as amazing as an orc choosing to become a vegetarian.

"If you really want to embellish things, then add a lethal dose." Luo Qi knew that it was better to guide than to block. It was impossible to prohibit fairies from fabricating facts and creating a history book, but on the other hand, it was not impossible to just step on the gas and add ingredients to a lethal dose, turning the history book into a "fairy anecdote" of "fictional history".

Don't worry about whether it's historical or not, just tell me if it's wild or not!

"As long as we keep fabricating, the history will be wild enough." That way, we won't have to worry about how this demon will portray us. Anyway, as long as it's wild enough and historical enough, no one will be able to tell what the original person or thing was.

“As for me… I’ll probably find a place to use the Bloodline Potion,” Vilandella hesitated before saying, “I also need to return to Hearthglen and spend some time dealing with some interpersonal relationships.”

After all, the lifespan of humans and dragons is different. She has to find a way to explain herself to her friends and deal with various complicated interpersonal relationships. This is also an inevitable path for the dragon descendant to become a true dragon, which is roughly similar to the idea of ​​severing worldly ties in ancient China when cultivating immortality.

Besides interpersonal relationships, there are also issues with student status, courses, tuition fees, and identity within the Alchemy Society. Don't wait until you drink the Bloodline Potion and have your identity in the Alchemy Society canceled, forcing you to retake the exam.

So when they came out, there were only three people: Roach, Livia, and Leslie. When they embarked on the return journey, there were still three people, but with the addition of a carriage, which was filled with purchased materials and supplies. The money came from selling the iron feathers, monster entrails, and insect shells they obtained from the Black Abyss Cemetery, and part of it was from Karius's private donation.

Since the little witch didn't buy any expensive materials, only ordinary metal ingots, the financial burden wasn't too great, except that they might be a bit heavy. They came by land with the army, and returned by ship from Hearthstone, sailing all the way to River Bend before disembarking and continuing southwest along the road.

Fengzhu Village was still the same, but the outer walls had been raised, and the surrounding area consisted of barren, scorched fields and broken forests. The population was clearly less than half when Luo Qi and his group arrived, and it was unclear whether they had been captured and made tenant farmers or simply chosen to flee.

Whether it's fortunate or unfortunate, due to the fall of Deathwhisper Fortress, all the surrounding satellite towns such as Crossroads and Ballista Town have perished. Since the undead don't need to eat, the crops there do need manpower to manage. It's highly likely that the refugees from Windcandle Village will be resettled around the fortress to rebuild their villages.

Whether this is considered lucky or unlucky depends on how the person involved sees it. Becoming a tenant farmer from a free citizen is a terrible thing no matter how you look at it. However, since the new knights of these villages and towns have not yet been appointed, these tenant farmers are no different from free citizens until the new lord arrives.

Moreover, after seeing the piles of white bones and the corpses tortured by the undead in places like Crossroads, it became less difficult to accept one's own fate. People always like to compare; when you find that others are worse off than you, even if your own situation hasn't changed, you'll feel that you're not so bad off.

The journey through the Black Forest went smoothly without incident, except when the carriage got stuck in the swampy canyon, which required Roach and Leslie to spend considerable effort to push it out.

The clearing in the woods seemed to freeze time the moment they left. As the barrier opened, the gentle fragrance of chamomile mingled with the warm breeze and wafted over. On the thick thatched roof, a few white flowers swayed and greeted the little witch.

Livia happily ran to her room with the books, only to find that the room was already full and there was no room for more books. After thinking for a few minutes, the little girl clapped her hands, and the whole house began to shake and bulge outward. Then, the wood that Roach and the others had chopped before setting off automatically piled up and expanded the cabin by almost twice its original size.

The structure was expanded to resemble the mystical tower where they had previously lived. The first floor was divided into three parts: a workshop, a kitchen, a storage room, and a living room. The second floor, which originally had only one corridor, was transformed into a U-shaped corridor surrounding the living room, with four bedrooms on the left and right and a small library facing the main entrance.

Every plank of the house was trembling slightly, and the wooden handrail of the staircase snaked and coiled along the bare second-floor corridor, with new pieces of wood constantly being added to the line.

"Young lady, the materials should be sufficient." The horse-headed demon, with several pieces of living giant wood with a resolute human face (refer to the pumpkin head expression in Delicious) tucked under his arm, walked in carrying a large basket of mud and sand in one hand and a large piece of limestone in the other, and threw the materials on the ground.

"What are you two standing there for! Hurry up and help with the work!" A bouncy tool kit jumped out of the wide-open bedroom window, and the plants, like little elves, used their roots to rush around, growing a large number of vines to temporarily stabilize the house, which had become an empty shell.

The limestone was crushed with a mallet, mixed with mud and sand in a mortar, and Livia poured a potion over it. The mixture of mud and sand then climbed up the wooden frame.

This didn't seem like Livia was in control of everything. After spending so much time with the little witch, Roach could now tell from her eyes and expressions whether she was actually using "magic" or not.

The essence of a witch's magic lies in her bewitching charm and extraordinary perception. When she casts a spell, this bewitching charm is particularly prominent. Her emerald eyes become serene and deep, as if they are about to suck people's souls into them, and her expression becomes more expressionless than usual.

The house was like a giant beast, devouring all the materials that the dark horse had brought. Roach used tools made with secret alchemy to help the mallet break rocks and strengthen the still fresh giant wood.

The house was not rebuilt until dusk. The foundation of the first floor was made of stucco mixed with pebbles. The brown mud walls grew along the wooden frame. As the wood slabs were attached, the walls were quickly replaced by the original wood color, as if they had been weathered by decades of wind and rain.

The new house instantly regained its old but cozy atmosphere, as if it had been lived in for decades, rather than having just been expanded. It had a special familiar and reassuring atmosphere.

However, no matter what, the room felt somewhat empty after the expansion. Roach had to pick up his axe again to chop wood for making furniture, while Leslie helped the witch dismantle the carriage, removing materials and portable arcane furnaces from it and installing them in the newly partitioned workshop, and rearranging the house.

Carrying an iron axe, Roach arrived at the edge of the swamp. In the twilight, the dead trees stretched out their limbs as always. Roach tapped the nearest dead tree with the back of his axe. "Brother, it's been a long time. I'm back."

After saying that, he swung his axe and chopped down the dead tree. In two strokes, he felled the log, which was as thick as a bowl. Then he chopped off the branches and piled the log on the edge of the swamp.

We'll pile them here to air dry for a while today, and then we can move them away tomorrow to make new furniture and shelves. As for the household items and seeds we bought earlier, we'll also need to process them.

The vegetables planted before the trip have now grown, and although there are no "people" to take care of them or fish fertilizer, they are still growing very well.

The cabbages were like spherical jade, the radishes were thick and large, and the carrots, when cut open, had a warm color like the sun. Clumps of plump edible fungi shimmered with an oily sheen on the decaying wood, which made Roach feel that the clearing in the forest was much more pleasing to the eye.

After all, as a Chinese person, it would be unreasonable not to plant something on such a quiet and fertile piece of land. So, after returning with his iron axe, he pulled out a hoe and a heavy plow he had bought from River Bend Town, and looked at the black horse with ill intent. The latter was lying in the stable, chewing on a blade of grass, and scanning Roach with a disdainful gaze.

"no way!"

“Oh, I’ll talk to Livia. It’s alright. With her abilities, she can make the plow till the land herself.” Roach didn’t insist, but Black Horse panicked. “Wait, although I could never do such a lowly job, I can introduce you to someone who can.”

"Aren't you surrounded by distinguished guests and disciples in Hell?" The high-ranking demons who come to beat you up will fill the living room with their friends and be satisfied. You'll be surrounded by disciples wherever you go below the sixth level. Where can you find someone who can do that?

Besides, the open space isn't that big. Roach only plans to expand three medicinal fields in front of the house, each less than half an acre in total, to plant some easy-to-grow magical plants, such as the Flame Tongues he found in the dungeon.

"That's right, otherwise where am I supposed to find some friends to do this kind of rough work for you!" Black Horse exclaimed in surprise. Since Hell was already full of distinguished guests, couldn't they just randomly pick a lucky one? "You're really so public-spirited!"

"Hehe~" Black Horse laughed smugly. Just kidding, I'm a proper demon. I've been doing good deeds in disguise lately and almost forgot my job.

Chapter Seventy Ox-Head and Horse-Face

Hell, the other side of the present world, is a world formed by the fusion of countless fragmented spaces. Although people divide Hell into many layers, it gives people the feeling of an inverted pyramid structure.