Chapter 1195 - Hell System Is Surprisingly Well Organized (2/2)

It really feels as if this all was very much like a game, to an extent. It surprised me by how stupid it feels to be, but that's just how it is. It appears to be like that the Hell Layers are competing like this for supremacy…

The Hell Points are the currency everyone uses, and they climb the Demonic Towers to stop them from flooding the layer with Demonic Beast Tides and therefore they're protecting their own lives while competing with one another.

It is said that the Layer that reaches the first Place in the Rankings is rewarded with special benefits by the Hell's Will and Lucifer, and this might be the key for the Princes to continue growing stronger as they had always been overpowered to the point, they cannot really grow stronger anymore…

Mammon here wants to conquer the entire Hell and all its layers by becoming Rank 1 in all of it, so its gonna be a hard quest to get done with, especially by seeing all those other competitors dying to show us what they're made of. I am honestly concerned, but also excited. Perhaps this won't be as boring and can partially become a part-time job while I deal with Genesis.

Mammon said he wanted to help me in Genesis too, he wants to conquer that land the same way I want to too, and to boot, he shares my memories, so he knows exactly what's going on, or well, until that day, now that he finally met me, he decided to ask me a few questions, mostly regarding Genesis as a whole.

”I see, so there are more Supremes showing up than before?! You're one of them now but I guess Supremes are growing to be not so special if such a thing is going on! Nonetheless, I see that you want to get to Helheim and finally fulfill the promise you gave to Redgaria, while also using this opportunity to eat Hel and gain her powers… Sounds like a plan.” He said.

”Yeah, there are also these Death Lords that come from another Plane… they seem like troublesome.” I said.

”Ohhh… I think those guys are wondering around here, right, Plutus?” asked Mammon.

”Wait, what?!”

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