Carol, lost in a daze, had no idea that in this age of great upheaval, what he had experienced in Barto Hell was merely an insignificant microcosm.
As the instigator behind it all, Li Wei had begun making sweeping reforms to Avernus's system, and at last, some resistance had emerged—unexpected, yet entirely reasonable.
It was the many social contradictions born from clashes of factions and ideologies.
Under normal circumstances, these would not have been much of a problem. One could even say they were no problem at all.
Although Hell also had many people from other planes, belonging to different factions and forces—spellcasters passing through or studying Hell, adventurers seeking fortune in Hell, or planar merchants here to do business—they were mostly scattered marginal figures with no significant voice, incapable of affecting Barto Hell's daily operations.
Even those dead souls whose faith had been insufficient to enter a Divine Kingdom, and who had not sold their souls while alive, leaving them to fall into Barto Hell, could only be washed by the waters of the River Styx for ages until they were like fish in a river, hauled up in batches by lesser devils and used as currency, food, merchandise, and cheap materials.
Why would a pork butcher care what the pigs beneath his knife thought of the uses for their meat?
But Li Wei's arrival had directly brought more than a hundred thousand fresh forces to Avernus.
More than a hundred thousand people from different factions who had not been "laundered clean" by the River Styx—people who retained their personalities from life and carried all manner of ideas and beliefs.
Under normal circumstances, any one of them would have been a prize devils fought to claim!
Legends such as Huozi and Igg might even have drawn the attention of