Suigetsu City

"My lord, please spare my life! Kermon is willing to serve you like a dog or a horse."

The bandit leader immediately knelt to beg for mercy, without the slightest hesitation.

Dignity is worthless in the face of death, especially for those who choose to be bandits; so-called dignity was discarded many years ago.

At the same time, Kermon caught a glimmer of hope from the mocking tone of Pusiluo.

Years of experience as a bandit made him realize instantly that since this lord had just killed so many people without killing him immediately, there might be something he wanted to ask.

Since that was the case, he had to seize the opportunity and show a good attitude, otherwise, he would surely die a miserable death.

If he was lucky, he might even end up serving tea and water for this lord, which would change his situation entirely.

"How boring, you're all too weak. Come with me, my lord wants me to bring you back."

Seeing Kermon like this, Pusiluo finally curled his lips and spoke with disinterest.

"My lord?"

Kermon was stunned for a moment. Wasn't this lord a Highgod? He actually had to call someone else 'my lord'? Just what kind of big shot was sitting on this Metal Lifeform?

Did he fail to check the almanac before going out today? He had actually offended such a terrifying powerhouse.

"Yes, my lord."

Although he didn't know the specific situation, Kermon was sensible enough not to ask questions, following Pusiluo back obediently.

At this moment, as someone who understood the basics of reading the room, he knew he had to learn to answer more and ask less.

Upon entering the Metal Lifeform, Kermon was startled. Down below, they had only detected one Midgod, and he hadn't expected a Pusiluo to come down.

But now, looking around, good heavens, there were four people here whose auras he couldn't perceive at all. That meant they were Highgods; he really had been tired of living.

Especially the one whom this lord had addressed as 'my lord'—he must be an exceptionally powerful Highgod.

"My lord, I've brought him back!"

After Pusiluo returned with Kermon, he spoke immediately.

"Mm, thank you for your hard work."

Huosi nodded, gesturing slightly, and then looked at Kermon.

Pusiluo cupped his hands and returned to his position. As for Kermon, he knew he wasn't qualified to sit, so he stood where he was, waiting for his fate to be decided.

"Don't be nervous. We just want to ask a few things. As long as you answer properly, we won't make things difficult for you."

After a moment of silence in the room, Leilin, who was the more kind-hearted one, spoke up.

"I wouldn't dare, my lord. Just tell me what you need. Anything I can do, I will do."

Kermon hurriedly lowered his head and replied respectfully.

As for not being nervous? Are you kidding? You just killed all my subordinates; how could I not be nervous?

Of course, Kermon didn't dare say these words out loud; he could only think them in his heart.

"This is our first time in Hell. We hope you can introduce us to everything around here. Hmm, let's start with yourself."

Leilin took out a cup of coffee, took a sip, and spoke kindly.

What the hell? Four Highgods? First time in Hell? Are they from other Divine Planes? God, these must be the strongest of the strong!

Kermon's brain felt like it had crashed for a second. Although he didn't know the cost of traveling between planes, he had heard that only Seven-Star Fiend level powerhouses could travel to other planes.

Although he thought a lot in his heart, Kermon didn't dare to delay, and his words came out quickly:

"Yes, my lord. My name is Kermon. I came from the Bika Material Plane and have been in Hell for over a million years."

Kermon organized his thoughts and began to explain his background, then continued:

"When I first arrived, I had a companion. He looked around with curiosity and exclaimed how beautiful it was. Those people wearing green clothes immediately shouted at us to shut up."

"My companion clashed with them directly and was killed. I was so scared I didn't dare to speak."

"Then, we waited on the side. After a group was gathered, they took us away on a Metal Lifeform and dumped us in this area, giving each of us an Inkstone."

"I found out later that they were the Sovereign's Army of the Bifu Continent. Inkstones are the currency of Hell. I used the Inkstone to join the Bloodwar Tribe and spent tens of thousands of years accumulating a few hundred Inkstones."

"But good times didn't last. The tribe was wiped out by another, and I could only flee with a few friends, making a living by robbing others."

"Oh? Inkstones, is this it?"

Leilin took out the Inkstone he had obtained from the previous space ring.

"Yes, my lord, these are Inkstones!"

Kermon paused for a moment, then spoke cautiously:

"My lords, could it be that you are from a Material Plane and this is your first time in Hell?"

For a split second, Kermon had been confused because this lord looked at the Inkstone with such unfamiliarity.

This surprised Kermon, because even if other planes didn't have Inkstones, they had similar currencies—the Netherstones of the Underworld, the Heavenly Crystals of the Celestial Realm, and so on.

If these lords had come from other Divine Planes, they shouldn't be so unfamiliar with Inkstones.

At this moment, a very bold possibility crossed Kermon's mind.

That is, these few lords are actually Highgods who have been hiding in a Material Plane for many years and have come here for the first time.

If that is the case, it might be an opportunity for himself; since they are newcomers, they must need someone who knows the ropes.

As long as he presents himself as slightly intelligent and sharp, while explaining all the intelligence he possesses clearly, it is entirely possible to be favored by these lords and taken under their wing.

"Oh? Why would you think that?"

Leilin glanced at Huosi, and seeing that Lord Huosi had no objections, he asked.

"Well, because as long as a god has stayed in Hell, there is no one who doesn't know about Inkstone. Furthermore, I have heard that although other planes do not have Inkstone, they have similar things. So, seeing the reactions of you lords, I guessed whether you came from a Material Plane."

Kermon continued to speak while observing the expressions of the group:

"As for this Metal Lifeform, I once had the fortune to go to the city and saw the area where they are sold. I heard the lords there talking about how some gifted people who are skilled in researching fantastic creations built Metal Lifeforms back in their Material Plane."

"I couldn't tell, you kid are quite smart."

Leilin nodded slightly; in any case, they had no intention of hiding it. Although such things sound unbelievable, they are not matters that must be kept secret.

Moreover, it is impossible for this Kermon to escape their control. As long as they don't want him to, Kermon wouldn't be able to leak a single word.

"My lord, I wouldn't dare."

Kermon immediately lowered his head, his attitude perfectly calibrated. He knew that showing his value appropriately might earn him a better future.

But he must never go overboard, or it would only cause resentment.

As long as he grasps this balance, there is a high probability he can soar to great heights.

These lords are Highgods from a Material Plane, so perhaps they will establish their own forces, just like those tribes, and he might be able to snag a position.

Positions like a butler do not require strength, but rather loyalty and management skills.

In this regard, his experience is very rich, and as for loyalty, a Supreme God oath is enough.

At the very worst, even if these lords do not intend to take him with them, they likely won't make things difficult for him when they part ways.

Perhaps they might casually give him two treasures to let him live a good life in the future.

Ten years later, a massive city finally appeared before them.

"My lord, that is Suigetsu City. It is said that the city lord of Suigetsu City is a powerful Seven-Star Fiend."

Kermon stood respectfully at the rear and spoke softly.

"So this is a city in Hell. I wonder if there are any formidable experts here!"

Pusiluo spoke with eagerness, his interest in Seven-Star Fiend experts being quite high.

"Um, Lord Pusiluo, fighting is prohibited within the city. This is a rule set by the Chief Sovereign."

Kermon spoke up quickly, fearing that this hot-tempered lord might do something he shouldn't.

"Tch, fighting isn't allowed! Seriously."

Pusiluo grunted with some dissatisfaction. In his view, a Seven-Star Fiend city lord might have been able to give him a satisfying fight.

To think that fighting is actually forbidden; it is far too boring.

"My lord, there is an Arena in the city where you can fight. Moreover, if a Highgod wins one hundred consecutive battles, they can challenge the city lord."

Kermon continued, looking at Pusiluo with a subtle expression.

"I see, that works out perfectly. I'll just take over as city lord."

Pusiluo spoke with immediate excitement, not holding the city lord in any regard at all.

Pusiluo roughly knew the strength of a Seven-Star Fiend—a Highgod who has fused four profound mysteries.

His strength should be about the same as Adkins. For Pusiluo, he could defeat him completely without any pressure.

"This..."

Hearing Pusiluo's words, Kermon was somewhat dazed, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Is this Lord Pusiluo serious? The city lord is a Seven-Star Fiend, how could he talk about him as if he were trash?

Although he had been introducing the situation in Hell to the group over these years and had gained a preliminary understanding of these lords.

But regarding their strength, he really only had a superficial understanding. In his perception, Lord Pusiluo, Lord Leilin, and Lord Adkins were all subordinates of Lord Huosi.

Then Lord Huosi must be an extremely powerful Highgod, likely with the strength of a Five-Star or even Six-Star Fiend.

Lord Pusiluo and the others should be Four-Star Fiends, not exceeding Five-Star Fiends.

But now, this Lord Pusiluo is talking about becoming a city lord? What does he take a Seven-Star Fiend for? Chinese cabbage?

Usually, when Lord Pusiluo, Lord Leilin, and Lord Adkins chatted, they were very casual, and the three seemed to be similar in strength.

It couldn't be that all three of you are Seven-Star Fiends, right? Then what about Lord Huosi? An Asura?

"Can you stop thinking about killing all day long? We came here to make money." Adkins gave him a direct critical hit.

Lord Huosi had emphasized that they came to the Divine Plane not just for travel and combat, but to collect resources to continue developing science.

"I know that! If I take the position of city lord, wouldn't doing business be easier?" Pusiluo glared at Leilin with annoyance.