As it turned out, Charlene was right. Victor ended up in hell.

It's a scary place, but not for what Victor expected.

Hell is a burning cavern of brimstone, as prophesied by the religions of the earth; But they have moved away from soul-burning methods and have adopted newer, more creative ways of punishment. On one side, Victor notices rows and rows of imprisoned people tied to chairs, facing a large mirror, forced to watch some kind of terrifying medieval reality show. On the other side, other cursed souls, while being whipped by imps, have shaped small hand-held mirrors that remind adventurers of their phone screens.

If Victor hadn't been surrounded by insect-like demons, what he wanted nothing more than to save these poor souls from eternal torment. There were thirty skinny moth-like relatives who looked like Malfoy, pointing sharp, venomous spears at him.

However, there was one figure who was different from the others, looking at Victor with blue eyes without pupils. She is a woman-insect hybrid, with gray skin and two large golden moth wings with a skull pattern growing on her back. A black bodycon dress covered her entire body, with only sharp claws at the ends of her fingers and a ring of white fur around her neck like a mink coat. She's beautiful and elegant, creepy in a creepy Ice Queen fashion. Her long silver hair has only two horn-like tentacles, revealing her demonic nature.

However, Victor felt that her face was a bit too much like Brandon Moore.

"A new sacrifice." To Victor's surprise, the female demon spoke in a very soft voice. "You're not a virgin."

"I'm not mistaken for a wizard either." The adventurer replied, clutching the scythe in one hand and searching for the Agarthan Warp Stone under the cloak with the other. He didn't know if it would teleport him out of Hell, but he didn't see any other escape route.

The bug demons raised their blades to his chin and hands, keeping him in his way.

However, the witch leader raised an eyebrow at him, more confused than anything else. "Can you understand going to hell?"

Shouldn't he have done that? Thank you to the twelve gods for giving him this Pe

K, maybe he can get out of trouble by talking like he did with the moon beast. Victor immediately uses "Monster Insight" on the demon's leader, desperate for a little information.

Isabel Mau

e

Vanity and brainless entertainment of the Great Demon (Demon/Insect)

Resistance: Light, Dark, Drain, Mind Control Effect, Instant Death, All Negative Status Effects, Frost, Lightning, Evil, Fire, Acid, Barrier.

Weak enemies: Saint, Wind, Demon Slayer, Insect Killer.

She is the mistress of Blade and one of the corporate overlords of hell. This diabolical mind invented procrastination, gladiator fighting, and the reality TV show of Offremond. Owns many businesses dedicated to enslaving souls through the power of screens, such as Hell Cable and Hell Tube, but privately regrets sacrificing her golden years for the cause.

Oooh. "You smell of a dragon, do I see a soul in your scythe?" The witch asked, her eyes fixed on Victor's scythe. “Fu

ibo

Is that you?"

"Kill him, Your Highness!" Frybon shouted from the scythe, and Victor struggled to keep his poker face. "This is King Moore's enemy!"

"What does he want to say?" The witch asked. "I could see his teeth moving over the edge of the scythe, but I couldn't hear a word."

"He's complaining that his old master executed him for not opening the gates of hell." Victor gritted his teeth and lied.

"Ah, I see. I'm wondering why the portal was hardened without warning. I have an army of thirty thousand demons waiting behind it. ”

"Are you ......?" Victor's voice became quieter, even though he already knew, and Fuliben kept screaming, and no one heard him.

"Grand Demon Lord Isabel Moore, Daughter of the Blades, Chief Demon Executive of Moore Hell Corporation."

"Brandon's mother?"

"Oh, you know my B

a

iño?" Her delicate face showed a little worry. "How's he doing?" Did he conquer Kadmani? The door should have opened from his side, but it never opened, I was too worried. ”

"Wait, he didn't tell you?" Victor sweated and was grateful for Moore's carelessness.

"He never came to see me, he only called when he needed to." Mom, Brandon wants a new magic horse", or "Mom, Brandon needs more hellish powers!" I know I gave birth to him in the first place to expand on the plane, but it doesn't hurt to have any feelings at all. I am not a ruthless child of hell. ”

"Being a parent is a thankless job," Victor replied, half trying to be nice and half trying to convince himself not to go to the grave early. "Where's his dad?" Maybe you can turn to him for support. ”

"Oh, I drained Brandon of his life when we were pregnant with him," she said, sending chills down the adventurer's spine. "He wanted a child to continue his inbred sterile lineage, and I wanted an agent to go to Overredmond. Win-win. Unfortunately, the elf is fragile and doesn't have much health, so he dies halfway through. A disgrace. B

a

Iño inherited his beauty. Do you have a baby, sir......"

"Victor," Victor blurted out, but thankfully, the name didn't make an impression on the woman. Brandon Moore really doesn't call his mother very often. "A werewolf chick asked me to breed, but I had to refuse. She's crazy. ”

"Werewolves," Isabel Moore scoffed with elitist disgust. "You're doing a great job, they have fleas. Victor, are you my son's new executioner? Mr. Victor, how did you end up in Hell?"

"Actually, I'm a chief of staff. The woman named Melodiuse sent me here to cast a spell. "Technically correct, so far he is alive. If Victor survives, he promises himself to take a charismatic-oriented course.

I told B

a

iño he shouldn't have listened to that woman," the witch said with a frown, as if Victor had confirmed his previous opinion. "Nothing good will come of dealing with fairies," I told him. We make friends for business, and they make friends for fun. ”

Victor guessed what this Melodius was and decided to avoid her at all costs. He was grateful that she had sent him there instead of killing him on the spot.

"I'll correct this mistake," Isabel said, as the bugs laid down their weapons.

"I thank you very much, ma'am. My master is waiting for me though, so I won't be away for long. ”

"My ungrateful son will wait," she replied in a tone that could not be disobeyed. Thank me for letting me drink a cup of coffee made by the little devil. I want you to tell me B

a

What iño did. Then you'll be killed. ”

"Gladly ......" the last words popped up. What?"

"Then you will be killed," she repeated flatly. "I'll correct Melodiuse's mistakes, and I'll make you die this time."

"But...... But ......"

"I can understand what the lich is saying, Victor Dalton. I play dumb, partly because I want to know if you can be trusted, and partly because I like to play with my dinner. She smirked at him, with sharp teeth behind her lips. If you tell me B

a

Iño everything, I can make it painless. Since you've ruined a century of effort, you'd better be entertained. ”

"Oh, I'm going to have a great time watching it," Fu

ibo

Said happily.

Victor's hand tried to grab the Agarthan Warp Stone, but the two Bugmen grabbed his arm and subdued him like SWAT officers. "Take him to the tea-room and prepare spices for seasoning," Isabel asked.

"Pause!" A new voice appeared. "This is a violation of our rights."

Malfy? Victor heard the voice as the diabolical manager walked into his field of vision, followed by two similar, thinner bugs in suits and ties.

“I

fe

co

p ?” Isabelle Moore made no secret of her surprise as her soldiers pointed their weapons at the newcomers. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Protecting our customers." A bugging device in a suit handed a huge file to a startled Isabel. "According to our procedures, Victor Dalton is protected by our Faustrian Partnership Protection Program. He is a bona fide partner of the International Group in Outmond and is therefore protected by our non-compete clause. ”

"Give it to me." Isabel grabbed the file and read it, her brow tightening. “Mu

mu

i

But it's part of my market!"

"It used to be, and now it's ours." Malfoy replied, then turned to Victor. "Mr. Victor, I didn't expect to see you here. You're much earlier than I thought. ”

"Hi, Malfoy." Victor replied, and the demon soldiers restrained him, and he was still in pain. "What's wrong?"

"Now he is the vice president of Mortal Market Development. Shareholders love Mu very much

mu

i

new project, after chocolating my ex, they promoted me. But you can still call me Mafei, Mr. Victor. ”

"Any act of violence against our clients will be considered an act of corporate warfare, and we're going to have to send out imp ninjas," said the suit-suited bug, apparently some sort of lawyer, to Isabelle Mau, who was grim-faced

e) said. "For the sake of our joint investment, we ask you to give up all pursuit of Mr. Dalton"

"Of course, now that you understand the benefits of having friends of humble status, I want you to approve our construction project in return."

"Which project?"

"The one you'll see on your desk tomorrow morning."

Congratulations! Perform Houdini magic on Isabelle Moore and take a crash course in corporate impunity, and you've earned the [Get Out of Hell Card] personal perk!

[Leave Hell Card]: As long as you maintain your support for the forces of Hell, true demon types attached to Hell cannot use direct violence against you, although they may still plot or use proxies. If you use violence against demons attached to hell, you will lose this Pe

k。

"Is this a common thing?" Victor asked curiously, and the bugs reluctantly let him go.

"Yes." Malfoy told Victor. "Ever since you mortals invented capitalism, we have made sure that the rich get away with it from everything."

Winkel kicked off the battle with his secret weapon.

Poke!

Van Kerr angrily raised his index finger and tried to poke the elf's face. Brandon Moore moved at incredible speed for a frail man like him, and he jumped over his opponent's hand and blocked the blow with his arm.

Before Van Kle could react, Brandon Moore pounced on his arm, jumped up, and stabbed him in the neck with his sword. He shouted, his sword grazing Winkel's neck, unable to pierce the scales.

I

sta-death was [D

ago

scale]！ Winkel roared and threw the herbivore off him, raising his hands to crush it. Morey fell to the ground, and the demon dodged the dragon's attempt to squash him like a bug. "You can't punch Moore in perfect skin, Vajkir!" Death or glory!)"

Brandon Moore's agility, skills, and strength have increased, but his vitality has dropped dramatically!

The pokemon began to move at a faster speed, faster than flies or even the evil Vengeance. He danced around Winkel's limbs and pinned the dragon's ankles with his sword. The dragon felt some itching in its legs, and it became more and more annoyed with every second that the herbivore lived.

"Come back!" Van Kerr tried to smash the elf who jumped onto the crystal holding the princess. The dragon took aim carefully, humming, ready to fire a beam of fire at the elf without harming his new treasure.

“[Fae

A bullfighting red cloth! Brandon Moore draped his strange red robe in front of Van Kle. The dragon's eyes were staring at the red cloth and he thought it was strangely fascinating. He didn't know why, his flame was extinguished in his throat.

Intelligence check failed!

Your power has increased, but you can only use physical attacks against Brandon Moore!

What's wrong? Winkel snorted again, but he could only breathe hot air out of his mouth. The elf cast a spell on him!" (Spell Cleanse!)"

"It's not magic, Van Kerl!" Moore raised his sword and red cloth and paused gracefully. "It's all Brandon Moore's doing!" The crowd cheered for his words and chanted his name, just as kobolds usually cheer for Wacker.

The love of the fans empowers Brandon Moore! His sword now deals [D

ago

slaye

Damage!

“[Ai

The wind swirled on Moore's sword. He leapt from the crystal and struck Winkel on the eyebrow.

This time, the sword didn't tickle his scales.

This time, it felt even worse.

With a frustrated growl, Van Kerl grabbed the elf off his head with his hands. The damn insect flipped over before it was torn apart by the dragon's claws. Brandon Moore slices through the air during his fall, unleashing a razor-sharp blade of wind in the midst of this massive catastrophe. Each blow on the scales made his body itch more and more.

Van Kle tried to blow up the nouveau riche with fire, but was unsuccessful. He couldn't take his eyes off the cursed cloth either. It enraged him, and all he could think of was rushing at it like a bull.

And he did so, first his horn and crown, and roaring. They smashed the walls of the arena, knocking them down next to the stands, and the spectators fled to the heights. However, his aggressive attack didn't even hit Brandon Moore, who ran underneath Winkle and slashed his soft abdomen.

The horrible itching didn't seem to humiliate him enough, and the elf kept taunting him. "You're a bull, Wenquil!" Only strength, no skill! You're not an emperor, but a beast that should stay in a cave!"

Ah, this creature is as frustrating as the Vengeance! But just like the Lich, the dragon only needs to hit him once. Van Kell just had to catch the herbivore by surprise.

"Blink!" To his displeasure, the dragon did not disappear. The fairy's attack shattered his magic items.

"Magic? I had expected this to happen to a weak dragon!" The insect laughed at him, standing within reach of Winkel, unharmed. "While you savage beasts eat cattle in caves, we elves rule the greatest empire in the world!"

"We have created a world first!" Van Kerr roared. "I have more strength as an egg than all your inbred species!"

"You rude brute, when Brandon Moore was still in a diaper, he strangled a monkey with one hand—"

As the elf was roaring, Van Kerr grabbed some of the arena's sand and threw it at him.

The elf was surprised to stick the sand in his eyes, and the crowd fell silent. “Mau

E's eyes!" The elf began to cry, as his kind usually does, and Winkel opened his mouth. "Moore has sand in his eyes!"

Chomp !

Van Kerr swallowed Brandon Moore like a snack and gulped it down. In the end, he caught the frustrated cow.

The audience broke the silence and booed him.

The masses condemn you for your dirty fight! All stats reduced!

Van Kerr doesn't care. He won. Now, he will enjoy his reward, put the princess in the princess bag, and find his chief of staff......

Await. His stomach began to feel ...... Feeling uncomfortable......

A sharp and terrifying sensation led him to throw Brandon Moore like a cannonball against a wall, kicking up a cloud of dust.

You lose a quarter of your HP. What does it feel like? Not only does it itch, but it ......

Beyond the pain.

For the first time in his thousand-year-long life, Winkel realized that dragons can feel pain.

The elf rose from the dust, but he was no longer an elf. The walking cow turned into a white and golden humanoid moth with jet-black wings and a mouthless face. A red wing grew from under his left arm, replacing the cloth, and the sword now glittered like the sun. With a swirling motion, he spat Winkel's saliva out of him, glistening on his skin.

"The pride of a true matador is indestructible!" The bugs buzzed, and the cheers of the demons were deafening.

The enthusiasm of the audience made all of Brandon Moore's stats go up!" It's all or nothing!" As the moth raised his sword of light to launch a new attack, Winkel let out a defiant roar and stood up on both hind legs, ready to throw a fireball at the moth.

His gaze fell on crimson wings, and his fiery breath turned into hot air.

The moth lunged at him, splitting the dragon's chest. The Emperor's world briefly turned white in pain, and he fell on his back with a loud bang that blew dust all over the arena.

Huge damage!

You've lost half of your HP!

What happened? Winkel tried to stand up, but his chest hurt more than he had imagined. The crowd cheered and cheered for the name of the Demon King.

He... Was he matched? By an elf?

They eat grass!

"You're not the Emperor, Vaquil!" You are a beast, worthy of horns!" The moth raised his sword and the crowd cheered at him. Items and jewels appear around this filthy creature, the angry Vai

queu

Realize that this demon has activated his own [Crowd Favorite] Pe

k。 "Brandon Moore is supreme!"

"Brandon, the best demon!" Brandon, the best of demons! Brandon, the best demon!"

Winkel looked up and felt something warm in his stomach. A shiny, beautiful golden liquid flowed onto his scales from where the insect had cut him.

It looks like dragon's blood.

His blood.

Does Winkel bleed?

SMS notifications are even worse.

Warning: You failed to run over B

a

do

Mau

e to defend your [Emperor] title.

All [Emperor] career perks are void until you restore your honor.

"Now, Waquier, you have to know that Brandon More will kill all your fans when you're done." Moth announced. "Then he will take all your treasures for himself!"

…

No!

Winkel has to win.

For the treasure.

When faced with a real challenge, giving up is something a man would do. Winkel is a dragon. The highest species, the legendary supreme beast, the greatest disaster of this era! Dragons never give up, because, in the end, they always win!

[Dragon's arrogance) triggered! All debuffs have been removed!

Inspired by his pride and pure love for his treasure, the cataclysm forced himself back to the four men, much to the surprise of Brandon Moore.

"I'm not going to fall!" Van Kerl roared disdainfully. "For my treasure!"

"You, Wenquil, are a respectable, cultured, noble brute! Moth said, assuming a vigilant fighting stance. "Your courage has glorified this arena!" It would be an honor for Moore to kill you!"

The charm test is successful!

By impressing the brutal crowd of Ishfania with your fighting spirit, you win the [Bravo Bull] personal Pe

k!

[Bravo Bull]: When your life is in danger, your strength increases dramatically.

The elves believe that dragons are beasts that don't think, and that perhaps Winkel can't win by strength alone. But he did 14 in intelligence, even at the beginning of Manling Victor one. If it can't crush its prey with strength alone, it will outsmart it.

Van Kel parades the streets with the red wings of a moth, staring intently; He couldn't even close his eyes. As long as he can't breathe fire, he's at a disadvantage. He couldn't attack the cow with physical attacks, but he could only use them against him.

Vai

queu

Suddenly realized [Fae

a Muleta] Pe

k's key flaws.

He spread his wings and blew a strong gust of wind towards Brandon Moore. The demon elf protected his face with his crimson wings and disappeared behind the sand, disappearing from the dragon's sight.

Van Kelle was unable to target the Moth Elves with his firepower.

The café didn't say it was going to burn the stage to ashes.

The dragon did the same, unleashing fireballs in the arena, making neither the cursed crimson wings nor its owner visible; He carefully avoided the crystallized princess, but blasted the rest of the battlefield to ashes. Hopefully he hit the grasshopper.

Your flames have inflicted great divine damage on Brandon Moore!

When the moth is unable to use the curse on his Pe

k, Vai

queu

Turned to the true source of moth's power.

His servants.

Without giving the spectators any warning, Winkel munched on the stands and unexpectedly ate a dozen black elves and demons. The cheers of the herd turned into screams, and as Winkel continued to chew on more cows, they ran away in panic.

These devils taste like spices!

Within seconds, the crowd dispersed, the demons flew away, the black elves stepped on each other, and the others jumped from the windowsills of the stands......

You've interrupted [Demon Creda]! All stat changes have been undone!

By enjoying B

a

do

Mau

e spicy slave, you recover some HP!

"(Sandstorm)!" The wind swirls around the arena, and a rising sandstorm extinguishes the flames, and the moth elves walk in. It looked furious, and to Varkel's delight, its wings were bleeding and burning. “Mau

Fans of e! What kind of beast would attack a group of fanatical demon supporters?!"

"The dragon's kind!" Winkel boasted about himself and was proud of the success of his tactics. "There's no minions to back you up, grasshopper!"

"You're just delaying your inevitable defeat, Vaquiel!" Whether the fans cheer or not, Moore will emerge victorious!"

Wankel roared at the sky and spread his wings to face the moth elves as a sign of domination. The moth raised its sword and crimson wings, ready to end the battle.

Then, Manlin Victor carried a cloud of rancid smoke between them.

"Huh? This is less than I thought the loss would be. "In stark contrast to the two fighters, Winkel's chief of staff looks unharmed." Your Majesty? , you look savage!"

"Minions, you're back!" Van Kle was delighted, though his attention had been focused on the cursed moth elf.

"Dalton? The Moth Elf raised a sword to Winkel's servant. "You escaped from hell?"

"As expected from my chief of staff!" Vai

queu

Boast. "I trained him well."

“B

a

i

o ?” Minion Victor holds a scythe in one hand and waves at the moth with the other. Fredbon's exasperated face was reflected on the smooth surface of the blade. "I almost didn't recognize you."

The Demon King of Ishfania paused for a moment. "How do you know this nickname?"

"That's what your mother called you. Why, is this forbidden?"

Much to Winkel's displeasure, the moth lost interest in fighting and pointed his sword at Manlin Victor. However, before the dragon blasts him away with flames, the bug also shows his red wings to his enemies. "What did you do to my mother, villain?"

"Nothing. My hell lawyer saved my life, and apparently I have complete immunity from the devil. Your mother insisted that I go back for some reason. ”

The bug narrows its eyes dangerously. Brandon Moore knows why. He's half a demon and he loves piñata. ”

The Minions blinked, then took a defensive stance. "Wait—"

Vai

queu

Tried to crush the bug with his hand before attacking, but due to the loss of stat boost, the creature moved faster than the dragon.

In the blink of an eye, the Moth Elf bridged the gap between him and his minions, and then pierced Manling Victor's chest.

Winkel's gaze turned red.