Ian, Who Was Set Up

In truth, that mindset was just like America's citizens.

Whenever they thought about how hard their own lives were, but the Celestial Dragon squid people were living well on benefits that should have belonged to them, they felt very happy inside.

Hell was a projection of the human world.

Forget the Demon Kings.

Even the lesser Demons who gained nothing from it would feel as if life in Hell had suddenly become much better, just by thinking that the new Satan could make trouble for the angels.

How should one put it?

Perhaps their lives really were a little better than the angels'. The angels were undergoing tempering in the human world, gaining experiences they had never had before, so the process was inevitably far from pleasant.

Heaven was empty, the angels were in the human world, and the Archangels had all sensed this. But they truly had no time to care about exactly how Ian had stolen the souls that should have belonged to Heaven.

They would already be thanking God if Ian did not set his sights on the meager scraps they still had.

"Production efficiency has been a little lacking lately."

Raphael, Archangel, the holy healer—at this moment, he was wearing a safety helmet, with both hands and his face carefully wrapped in a specially made plastic film to avoid getting oil from the assembly line on him.

There was not even a gas mask, since angels could not be poisoned to death. In front of him was a roaring assembly line, along which flowed some kind of parts used to assemble Ian's technological devices.

"Watch the tolerances! Watch the tolerances!" Raphael shouted at a young angel, his voice still clear amid the factory noise. "No. 114, in the 'Praise Ian Unlock Car Super Instant Brake Module'