The Fair and Just Lord of Hell

Without a doubt, the nearly infinite Cyberpunk City on the Ninth Layer of Baator was a concrete manifestation of human society's capital power and monopolistic development taken to their utmost extremes, whether in its structure or operating rules.

Without interference from its absolute dictator and lord—Raymond—it even felt familiar and welcoming to many members of the delegation, making them wish they could join it sooner.

After all, in this Lawful Evil plane, there were no ethical or moral restraints. So long as both parties acted "voluntarily" and had a contract as proof, anything they did was reasonable and legal.

Even if one person treated another as a pet, slave, or ingredient.

That near-absolute "freedom" made certain delegates from powerful families, those with secret little tastes of their own, gleam with excitement. The darkness and wicked thoughts in their hearts rapidly swelled.

In their eyes, if their souls could enter such a place after death, they would certainly be able to draw upon their families' extensive experience to rise swiftly and become one of those in power.

Then, through deception, plunder, and exploitation of the lower classes, they could quickly amass wealth and resources, allowing them to taste taboos they had never experienced before.

Clearly, from the moment they set foot in Baator, they had fallen under the influence and corrosion of the plane's evil aura, racing headlong toward corruption and depravity.

After all, there were practically no people who had climbed to high positions with clean hands. Deep down, everyone possessed some darkness and secrets they could not reveal.

Even Nick Fury himself had begun to entertain the idea of completely controlling S.H.I.E.L.D., turning it into a powerful organization that answered only to him, then using it as leverage to gradually become the most powerful man on Earth.

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