"Name?"
Upon the dust-sealed steel doors, a relief of a ferocious face looked down at the visitor below and asked solemnly.
Around the gate, countless vicious traps and curses had long been poised at their trigger points. Along the corridor behind them, the eyes of innumerable bizarre Stone Sculptures lit up in unison.
Huai Shi was stunned.
"What's with this?" he turned back and asked the serpent-faced one. "Why are you still using the same old crap when I'm already in Hell? Can't you come up with something new?"
"This is the defense set by that dog Zim."
The Serpent-faced Priest answered devoutly, "Aside from the outer Puppet Legion and the traps, the face upon the gate is the incarnation of its Abomination Armor. Furthermore, the treasury contains numerous traps that I do not understand. Should any be triggered, they could directly set off an alarm across the entire city, resulting in..."
"Fine, I get it."
Huai Shi's scalp had already begun to tingle as he looked up at the massive metal doors and that bizarre face, at a complete loss... my ass.
If he was going to pull off a heist, how could he possibly come in with so little preparation?
Besides, how did that saying go again?
The strongest fortresses were always breached from within...
No matter how thoroughly Zim guarded against thieves outside the treasury, there was nothing he could do if the treasures inside grew legs and ran out, right?
He left the corridor again with the serpent-faced priest.
This distance was already enough for Huai Shi to work with.
No time to waste.
To finish the plan as soon as possible and protect his companion's precarious chastity, Huai Shi truly felt he had worried himself sick.
But judging by how happily he sang, he did