Bat-Demon

"Th-This... is Hell?!"

In his soul form, Bruce Wayne stared dumbfoundedly at the boundless, enormous Cyberpunk City, the countless races and humanoid creatures on its streets, his entire face filled with utter shock and disbelief.

When he had first heard the words Baator, he had imagined the gloomy, terrifying scenes described in religious texts.

But he had never expected it to be so prosperous, bustling, and clamorous, with an extraordinarily advanced level of technology.

If one ignored the magic, it looked practically like a futuristic sci-fi world.

Most importantly, its scale was simply too vast, far beyond the limits of human imagination.

The countless restaurants, bars, nightclubs, casinos, and other special service establishments along the streets, along with the groups of incoherent people constantly coming and going and the humanoid creatures selling all sorts of addictive drugs in the corners, made Bruce Wayne feel as though he were seeing echoes of Gotham's past.

That familiar atmosphere washing over him even gave him the sensation of a traveler returning home.

But unlike chaotic Gotham, this place seemed to have some powerful force of Order restraining everything.

Even those involved in gray-market businesses and gang members still obeyed certain basic rules, rather than infiltrating and controlling the government and law enforcement agencies to become the makers of the rules.

Countless mortal souls who came here spent every day drowning in drink and pleasure, venting the desires suppressed deep within their hearts without restraint.

Gluttony!

Sloth!

Greed!

Lust!

Hedonism and consumerism eroded everyone's thoughts and consciousness like viruses, accompanied by an endless thirst for authority and power.

Bruce Wayne had no idea how to describe what he was seeing, nor did he understand how such an ambitious megacity, filled with ordinary citizens, managed to maintain orderly operations.

If something like this existed on