Chapter 5 Prologue 4 (1/2)
Chapter 5 - Conspiracy Part 1
Today was the day that the Immortal Traditional Trial would be held.
On the First Level Heaven, an iconic humongous colosseum situated there, with the height reached a staggering ten kilometers, higher than Mount Everest. The width and the length reached from horizon to the opposite horizon, 200 kilometers in width and 500 kilometers in length.
Tong, Friday and Medusa was guided by an archangel, they arrived before the stadium. When Tong first caught a glimpse of the colosseum, he thought it was a fortress or something similar of the Great Wall of China.
The trio were taken to the waiting lounge, standing by for the time of the trial.
Tong and Friday sit side by side, holding hands and linking arms. Friday's head leaned on Tong's shoulder.
Medusa sighed. Watching the couple, she had a headache.
Last week, Medusa managed to hook up her foster daughter, Friday, with Tong. On the first day of their relationship, Medusa peeked at them with her sense in secret.
In the beginning, they just did what a newlywed couple in the first night would do, expressing their love and connecting their body. They treated each other with tenderness, warm, yearning and passion.
Medusa even felt embarrassed witnessing such a loving scene. But a moment later, she noticed something unexpected happened.
The first day was understandable for a yearning couple to satisfy each other. But the second day onward gave Medusa a headache.
The love exchange didn't end with just one, two, five or ten rounds. It lasted days and nights.
By mortal standard, a healthy man wouldn't be able to produce many ”bullets” in short period in a day and consecutively ”rapid fired”. Firing 10 rounds a day would already be pushing the limit of a man's stamina.
In Hell, all sinner had a body than could regenerate itself a thousand times faster than a mortal, all fluid in the body included. The same applied to the native devil, whose constitution was already a thousand times stronger than a healthy sinner.
As a result, Friday and Tong went on into the battlefield on the bed for the whole week. If Tong were hungry or thirsty, Friday would create some healthy juices into Tong's stomach directly. If Tong were sleepy, she would put her hands on Tong's head and he would be refreshed. If Tong wanted to relieve himself in a toilet, she would teleport the waste or feces within Tong's body outside to the god-know-where-it-all-went.
The two threw away their shame and started exchanging in more wild positions. The sounds of sultry moaning and rhythmic ”PA! PA! PA!” vibrated throughout the yacht.
They became addicted to the carnal desire. Their tongues were sticking out like mutt and there were odd pink-heart-shaped symbol in their pupils.
Medusa had to bust into their room on the last day and yanked the two away. Tong and Friday, being drunk by endless desire and lost their reason, tried to assault Medusa and force her into a 3P. Medusa knocked both of them out cold and tied them up separately.
In the end, the couple were not allowed to have sex anymore, and were forced to meditate to regain their sense until someone came to pick them up.
An archangel came to pick the three to the trial later. He tilted his head in confusion by the scene.
'It's understandable that tying up a sinner before transporting him to heaven is a correct way to do.'
'But why did this devil are tied, too?'
...
Medusa looked at the clock in the waiting lounge, only an hour left till the event.
'I hope godfather succeeded'
'Well, he won't fail. He is good at this'
'Now, all we need to do is waiting for another 20 years and we will have a new member.'
'He will become a high rank devil in no time.'
'My work load is going to reduce by a lot if I make him my aide.'
Medusa, watching the couple, grinned.
'All according to the plan.'
”I want to have sex again.” Friday muttered to Tong.
Medusa facepalmed herself.
...
In the VVVIP Box Seat, a luxurious room with a one-side-glass facing the inner colosseum.
A dandy white hair and full bearded elderly man, wearing a neat black tuxedo suit with a bow tie, was sitting on a single couch, facing the rectangular glass. His muscles were ripped, even the suit couldn't hide his refined body.
He touched his beard and closed his eyes in deep thought. He was all by himself in this large room.
He was the most dignified person in Hell. But at the same time, he is the most infamous person in Heaven, the King of Hell, Morning Star.
The space behind the couch trembled, the transparent air revealed an elder man with similar face with Morning Star, appearing out of thin air.
He was wearing a white tuxedo and white gloves. He looked a bit thinner and had less muscle than the King Morning Star. On his back through his cloth, twelve thick glowing tentacles spreading out like wings.
”That was a low blow, brother.” Complained the white tuxedo man.
”Hah! Lying and sitting around won't get things done. Haven't you learned?”
”I do, but still. Roping him in before the game has even begun, I'll still call it a low blow. The council is pretty pissed.”
”Serve them right. Leave those hypocrites be.”
The white angel, who has no beard, was the first generation of the archangel, the Head of the Archangel, Michael.
Michael sighed.
”Anyway, I've come to tell you that the skill has been prepared. You can check it in the GM menu.”
”Give them my thanks. Want to enjoy the show with me?”
”No. I still have work to do. Heaven is always busy.”
Michael retreated. He faded into thin air.
After Michael disappeared for 5 minutes, Morning Star opened his eyes. A rectangular blue transparent status menu appeared in front of him. He touched a few things here and there, and a profile of a person appeared in the menu.
*Personal Information*
Name: Tong
Race: Sinner
Soul Age: 450,705
Karma: +10,732
Resident: Fifth Hell
Death Count: 7
***The following skill(s) will be applied in the next reincarnation circle***
*Active Skill List*
[Unassigned]
*Passive Skill List*
[Unassigned]
*Hidden Skill List*
[Plot Armor]
- Immune to all natural disease, poisoning and physical attacks.
- After the host become 20 years of age. The host shall be forced summoned back the Netherworld.
- The skill is treated as a passive skill.
Morning Star smiled in satisfaction. He had rigged the trial for Tong's safely return.
Morning Star had visited the God Council by himself, coaxing the council members into rigging the trial by using the positive karma incident 450,000 years ago as a reason. He claimed that such a person should not be risked getting himself killed before he became 20 and returned as a retard. It would be a waste of personal resources.
The majority of the council agreed with some reluctant. They specially created the [Plot Armor] skill to ensure of Tong's return. They also added several easy missions that he would take in the future, with the additional credits that it was issued by the gods for his well-being. It was made so Tong would favor Heaven over Hell when he came back to choose side.
However, Morning Star was two steps ahead. Since over 450,000 years ago, he had planted Medusa in Fifth Hell to protect Tong in secret. Medusa later also placed Friday within the vicinity area that Tong reside, helping Medusa cleared out unnecessary sinners and local monsters around the area.