He would absolutely not remain in hell forever, idling with those demons and staring into space.
He needed to find a way to stay in the human world as much as possible.
When the time came, this backup account would come in handy.
After putting everything away, Woo Manyeo walked into the bathroom.
With a light wave of his hand, all the electrical appliances in the bathroom activated at once.
The bathtub automatically began filling with hot water, and a bath bomb fizzed within it, turning the water into a deep blue scattered with star-like specks, like a night sky.
The hot water washed away the exhaustion deep within his soul.
Woo Manyeo played with the water in the bathtub, shaping it into different forms, tossing it into the air, letting it burst apart and fall onto his pale body, covering the contours of his well-proportioned figure.
He was very satisfied with the demonic power surging within him.
He could feel a faint joy deep inside as if he had long been greedy and thirsting for this kind of power.
But very quickly, that sense of pleasure was overtaken by an even stronger greed.
Not enough. Far from enough. What he wanted was far more than this!
Woo Manyeo snapped his fingers and all the scented candles in the bathroom lit up at the same time.
In the flickering candlelight, he began to think.
So, how should he increase his strength and influence now?
First of all, he definitely had to make more deals.
Lying flat like the other demons in hell was absolutely not an option.
Judging by the current situation in hell, he absolutely could not go back immediately.
If he returned now, who knew how long he would have to wait before getting another chance to come out again.
Posting online was the best way to spread information, or writing small notes and putting up advertisements, but the credibility of that approach was too low.
Aside from bored netizens with nothing better to do, most people would not easily try it.
Hospitals and casinos might be excellent places for making deals.
Most people in those places were desperate.
After thinking quickly, Woo Manyeo glanced at the clock.
There were less than three hours left before dawn.
He did not have much time.
The mirror in the bathroom reflected his pitch-black eyes.
With this appearance, he would probably scare people to death if he went out like this.
After washing up, Woo Manyeo walked into his walk-in closet andd casually picked up a pair of sunglasses and put them on.
He then changed into a formal outfit and left the house he had worked so hard to buy without a trace of attachment.
A new journey had already begun.
Woo Manyeo never looked back at the past.
In an instant, Woo Manyeo appeared near a remote hospital in Brithelm.
On a bench outside the hospital, a young man sat with his elbows on his knees, his head buried in his hands, completely unaware that a stranger had silently taken a seat beside him.
"What illness does your family member have?"