The Goddess of Fate's Joke

South Bank Pariel, District 2.

Duke Tiffany's residence.

Sitting in the reception room and gazing out at the gloomy storm beyond the window, Duke Tiffany furrowed her brow.

If Nigel lost, she didn't expect to survive today either.

But she had never imagined that what had originally been nothing more than a dispute between the ambitious Perlman and their Bosen Kingdom would gradually escalate into a chaotic battle. High Priest Loren was one thing, but even Askesang had appeared.

According to the advanced intelligence the Kingdoms United Council had stolen from the Krui Di Empire, and which the Cardinal Bishop of the Rebirth Church had confirmed, Nirvana Bishop Askesang had already died half a year ago.

Yet now, in the blurred footage from the Bosen Demon Realm channel, she saw what appeared to be Askesang returned from the dead defeating Perlman on the battlefield several kilometers away.

The absolute strength, terrifying Sealing Art, and that obsidian-like Divine Era Radiance from the Primordial Slab-Seal all proved without a doubt that the distant gray figure was Askesang himself, not an illusion.

One channel had even captured his voice through the rain earlier. He had said, "I'm back."

"Could he really have returned from hell?"

Duke Tiffany pressed her fingers to her brow. For a time, that was the only question she could ask herself.

She believed she certainly wasn't the only one with doubts. The Krui Di Empire, the source of the intelligence, was probably the faction least willing to believe that Askesang could have been resurrected.

Bosen Demon Realm, District 10.

At the northernmost edge of the Bosen Demon Realm on this rainy night, everything had finally settled.

When the last deafening roar faded away, the ambitious Demon Race member Perlman collapsed limply onto the cold ground.

"Wh... why..."

His