As the warm rays of the morning sun shone down on Lucian's figure, he could not help but close his eyes in contentnt. The warmth of the sun was just perfect.
*Woosh*
Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew by, bringing with it the fragrant scent of earth and rustling his hair and chef's uniform.
Lucian breathed in the air. 'This is the life.' That was the last thought that Lucian had before he fell asleep.
anwhile, in a place that stood in complete contrast to Arcadia —Hell — Isabella was expressionlessly gazing into the distance of the Sea of Sins.
She had remained standing still like a statue for many hours, waiting for the Ferryn to arrive.
Behind her, the nuisances were in a similar state as herself; however, if one looked closely they would realize their eyes were unfocused, unlike Isabella's, whose eyes were expressionless.
'It should be anyti now.'
As a Nefarim, it would be the biggest joke if she did not know how Hell functioned.
And just as she finished thinking to herself, an old man in red armor with black horns jutting from the sides of his forehead mysteriously appeared above the Sea of Sins.
His presence was accompanied by a frigid air that made the air around him crackle.
For the first ti since Yan Nefarim and Gong Nefarim had appeared, the Immortal Souls finally blinked.
"Welco, Sinners, to the Immortal Hell." The old man's cold voice resounded, causing the Immortal Souls to look up at the owner of the voice.
"Who is he? Is he a guard?" They asked, oblivious to the fact they had been in suspended animation for over seven hours. To them, it was as if ti had never stopped.
In fact, they did not even rember the gigantic wave, the monstrous creature, and Yan Nefarm and Gong Nefarim had appeared before.
Isabella expressionlessly looked at the old man.
'So, it begins.'
Zagum scanned the Immortal Souls with his dark green pupils and smiled cruelly, "Allow to introduce myself. My na is Zagum. I'm the Baron of the First Layer of Hell. If you have any questions, you can ask and if I feel like it, I'll answer."
After a brief mont of silence, Zagum continued in the sa cold tone, "Now that introductions are out of the way, let explain how Hell works. Hell is structured in a monarchical hierarchy and is divided into Eighty-One Layers, each supervised by a Ruler — the Nobles."
"Does that an Sir Zagum is the strongest in Hell?" One of the Immortal Souls asked with a raise of his hand.
Zagum frowned as he used his Immortal Sense to find the man who had spoken. A mont later, as his green pupils landed on an honest-looking man, his frown changed to an imperceptible smile.
'What an idiot.' The other Immortal Souls thought.
Isabella remained expressionless. She did not need an introduction to Hell. However, since the Ferryn still had not arrived, she had no choice but to wait.
A mont of silence later, Zagum's lips curled into a sinister smile."Foolish question. I am not the strongest in Hell. Each Layer of Hell has its own Ruler, and the further down you go, the more powerful the Rulers are."
"With that being said, I'll start with the monarchical hierarchy."
After saying this, Zagum flicked his wrist and words appeared in the air for them to read.
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