I could confidently say that I despised portal travel of any sorts no matter where I went. It was so disorienting and nauseating every ti I used a portal that I’d rather stick to raw teleportation magic. Maybe it had sothing to do with the portals being wormholes, but I absolutely wouldn’t ever use a portal again.
Well, I said that, but my escape route for this heist was a portal.
Wow, calling it a heist suddenly makes feel like so super thief about to steal a super important item the governnt is creeping under wraps. Then again, I guess it really is a heist. We have the custor, Alpha, there’s the drear/ brains of the operation, Agent and then there’s , the totally expendable retard who reveals at the end that he actually isn’t expendable and is the most crucial piece to this entire mission!
The plan here was to steal the [Akashic Records]. A book that holds all information on all souls that have ever existed or will exist. A so-called [Book of Life] if you may. Why the system master wanted such a tool when she could easily do a google search of anyone, I’d always be wondering. The agent was pretty clear about how it needed the book to help cure it of its affliction, but sohow, I doubted the book would help it out in anyway.
This sounded nice and dandy, but the main issue was that I had to steal this from the King of Hell. You know, the head honcho with red skin, two horns and a barbed tail. The lord of eternal damnation himself, Satan. Erh, well, King of Hell, Lord Ozvaloth, but you get the idea. He was the highest authority in all the nine floors of hell, accompanied by the lord of the devils, Ozvon.
Their titles basically signified what they were. Ozvon was the strongest devil in all the nine floors, hence, he had absolute control over all nine of them, whereas Ozvaloth was the strongest being in all the nine floors. He was sothing akin to a god, possibly greater, considering he managed the souls of all things living and dead. Note, according to the agent, gods had souls, aning, he was of a higher authority than gods. Thinking about it just made terrified of the fact that this guy was so excited and ready to kill an exiled devil that intruded on hell, as if he was bored out of his mind and was willing to do anything to have fun.
Yeah, so this was a heist for to steal from a being of higher authority than gods, with the ti limit of one month, yet I had no idea how long I’d already wasted. Scratch that ti limit. The new ti limit was till it took Ozvon to figure out where I was. The agent had shed a little bit of light on what their dynamic was and I could feel a little bit sorry for him, but that wasn’t my problem.
Right now, all I had to focus on was stealing the [Akashic Records]. According to the agent, security around that book is pretty lax. It literally sat on a pedestal, unguarded by any who saw it and was basically free for anyone to read it. She even managed to touch it, but after that, she couldn’t quite rember how she got caught, but once she did, she was banished.
The holes in that part of her mory made extra cautious. I also had a feeling that the king of hell would set up extra security after the 2nd greatest authority after him tried to steal it from him. Honestly, I’m surprised he didn’t simply ban all travel from any of the princes, just in case they did anything so stupid.
So, to summarise, I had to stealthily infiltrate the devil king’s abode, scout the area for any guards and if the opportunity arose, steal the book and imdiately return to the system master, then get my happily ever after in my peaceful ho in Larm!
I was pumped up now!
The royal sheol had led to an empty room. It was a spacious round room, held up by five pillars. The walls were lit up with pale blue fla torches, although they didn’t really help out with vision.
“I had a feeling you’d co here.”, I froze dead when a man spoke. I wanted to believe that this was a conversation starter directed at soone else, but I knew for a fact that it was .
Slowly, I turned around to see a man leaning against the wall with both arms crossed. His face lacked any sort of fat and was littered with stubbles of silky back hair. His deathly pale skin was mostly covered up by the simple grey robe he wore. He glared at with his bloodshot milky white eyes. Looking at him, I got the sense I was staring at an overworked salary man on the verge of death.
“Wh-?”
The agent quickly corrected before I made a blunder in front of the God of the Underworld.
“Lord Ozvaloth! Sir! How are you? You good? You need to sleep or sothing? Not that you look bad or anything.”, I wasn’t sure how to act to not get blown into smithereens.
“Silence.”
The man walked up to , the way he moved wasn’t natural. It was as if his feet didn’t touch the ground, but hover. His garnts dragged aground the ground, making it impossible to tell if he actually had feet under there. Once he was right in front of , I gulped. He was about twice my size, so he glared down at . I could tell that I was nothing more than an ant in his eyes, given his calm nonchalant deanour, when compared to everyone else.
‘W-What’s he doing?’
“So I take it you consud Makrov?”, he interrogated with a deadpan expression.
“Y-Yessir.”, I coughed out instinctively. He scratched his chin while looking at . I had a feeling he believed my response. Well, more like he was absolutely certain I wouldn’t lie to him.
“Hmph.”, he scoffed at my response then walked past , towards the only exit I managed to scout out in the room.
Being this close to him made feel like I could die at any mont. It was the type of sensation I got back when I was still a weak chick. I was hoping to never have to experience sothing like that again, but clearly, fate had sothing else in store for .
“Hurry up, now. Unless you want to summon Ozvon.”, he threatened quietly, without even looking back to see my reaction. I hurriedly went over to his side, but receded to behind him when he glared at . It must have been offensive for a lower level being like to walk at his side.
We continued walking in silence for a while through an empty hallway that was lit up with blue flas. My steps echoed throughout the entire corridor, making feel very awkward and like I was doing sothing wrong, yet the Hell King never once complained about it or showed any sign of discomfort.
He was an imposing man with a nacing face. I was honestly starting to believe the scowl he wore was his default mode.
It was a few more minutes till we ca across an open garden. This garden had iridescent blue flowers, lighting up the place and giving it an otherworldly feel. Looking up, I saw the open sky. It had purplish hue, littered with stars of all colours that appeared to be moving by the second. It was slow and harmonic.
Back to the garden, a rectangular table had been set up with two seats. The table had two silver plates and goblets served, with the other appropriate accoutrents set right beside it.
By the ti I finished admiring the setting, the King of Hell had already been seated. He was glaring at , so I hurriedly took the seat across from him. Once I did, the plate started to generate so fruits. Grapes, apples and a peach. The goblets filled up with silver wine. It was an odd combination in my opinion, fruits and wine that is. I’d never done it before.
The king of hell started by taking a sip of his wine. I believed that was a green light for .
‘Well, there’s a first ti for everything, I guess.’
The agent stopped before I grabbed the goblet.
‘Eh? Why not? I’m starving!’
‘Um… I think you should take the lead on the conversation from now on. Just don’t sign our death warrant.’
I relinquished control once more. The feeling of losing control over my own body wouldn’t ever get old. Imdiately, the agent went to work.
“What you rember is an alternate Limbo. In this Limbo, I don’t have any servants.”, he responded, then took a bite out of the apple in front of him.
He just ntioned sothing intriguing. An alternate limbo? What exactly was he talking about? Were there two limbos? Or… I simply couldn’t wrap my head around that.
“That isn’t sothing you should bother yourself with.”, he coldly shut down our question and resud eating.
I thought it would be a while till the agent spoke up again, but this thing was fearless! It released the next question instantly.
“So… where do you keep the [Akashic Records]?”
My heart sank so deep, it had crossed the core of the earth and erged on the other side.
“Sa place you tried to steal it from the last ti.”
His response felt like a dagger stabbing my heart. The agent had basically raised our suspicion level to the max. Ozvaloth must have been thinking ‘You’re laying it on real thick, huh? Want to torture you for all of eternity or sothing?’
How could I salvage such a situation? Should I take control once more? But even if I did, what would I be able to do? Tell him that it was all a joke? Then there’d be silence. Then I’d have to eat the food because its rude to not eat his food. But then I’d be trapped in Limbo forever. What the hell is this?
“Did you up the security?”
The agent’s question practically made lose my soul.
“Doing that’s a drag.”
“I see. May I excuse myself? I wish to powder my nose.”
Without waiting for a response, the agent stood up, and walked away, I on the other hand was busy bashing my head into an imaginary wall and cursing my stupidity for allowing this dumb voice box to handle the situation.
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