The Fairy Queen's ceremony had ended with grandeur, her wings glowing with the free energy of the fairy tree. The entire realm celebrated her ascension, and I claimed my hidden reward. Lucky Looter twisted fate once again, granting me the rank of Advanced Warlord instead of Catastrophic Commander. Another minion was born, but I withheld summoning it before the crowd. Later, in private, I named it Sin of Greed and entrusted it with the Fairy Kingdom's leadership until my return.
That night, the castle was alive with celebration. The Fairy Queen's coronation, the alliance with me, and even my official marriage with my companions were honored. Yet beneath the joy, unease lingered. The Fairy Queen herself was reluctant, but bound by pact and fate. My companions, now aware of my arsenal—Catastrophic skills, Holy Eye, Shift Sword, Infinite Ring, Random Future Vision—were shaken. Even a god would hesitate to fight him, they thought.
I reminded them, "I have been betrayed many times. My visions show me the schemes ahead. That is why I called you here—to escape the traps laid against me."
Dual cultivation followed, binding us closer, even the Fairy Queen unwillingly joining. After three hours, I sighed. This is harder than fighting gods. But now, it is time to summon my minion. Sin of Greed appeared, identical to my first minion, and I gave it command of the Fairy Kingdom. Exhausted, I slept.
The New Mission
Morning brought a chilling directive:
- Save the Hell Realm.
- Rescue the Hell Princess.
- Kill the acting Hell King.
A warning followed: Do not break this world. It sustains the cycle of souls. Hero class permitted for limited time only.
Crossing the Bridge
With my companions, I opened the All-Realm Key. A bridge stretched before us, vast and solemn, leading to a colossal gate. Countless figures floated across—souls of the dead, silent and weightless.
I asked a passerby, "What is this bridge for?"
The soul replied, "All dead cross here to enter Hell, becoming official ghosts of the realm."
We watched as Hell Guards escorted them through the gate, their armor blackened, their eyes hollow.
The Hell Realm
Cold gloom enveloped us. Darkness pressed from every side, the air heavy with despair. The ground was ash, the sky a void. The souls drifted endlessly, guided deeper into the cities of Hell.
We reached the Former King's City, once a place of balance, now corrupted under the acting Hell King. The streets were lined with broken statues, remnants of order shattered by tyranny.
The Holy Eye whispered, This place is fragile. Do not break it. It sustains the cycle of rebirth. Even gods respect its order.
I nodded. Then we tread carefully. But the mission is clear. The princess must be saved, and the usurper destroyed.
Thus begins the Hell Realm arc.
Dransart, now Advanced Warlord, enters the land of shadows with his companions. The souls drift endlessly, the guards watch with hollow eyes, and the throne of Hell awaits confrontation.