Ian is Trapped

Heaven and Hell.

That was the gift Ian had given to this universe.

The dimensions of Heaven and Hell had already been established. They needed time to be accepted by this universe's rules, but for now, they did indeed possess the corresponding authorities.

"Done! Time to call it a day!"

Ian withdrew his hand and took a deep breath.

His face was a little pale, and fine beads of sweat had seeped across his forehead.

This was the first time he had felt tired in this universe—not physical fatigue, but fatigue of the soul. After all, just now he had used authority that only God possessed.

Of course.

Now that the two dimensions had been established, some arrangements still had to be made. So Ian could not rest either. He chose to continue his operations right away.

"It's still not enough."

Ian had long since formed a complete plan in his heart.

"What's not enough?"

Black Box voiced its confusion.

"Heaven and Hell are only places. They need managers. They need someone to work there, someone to enforce the rules there, and someone to guide the souls that enter."

Ian raised his left hand and drew an arc through the air. A rift tore open, not large, only as long as an arm. On the other side of the rift was his God Kingdom, the place where the demon gods, Xenomorphs, and criminals he had imprisoned lived. He reached inside and pulled out two little things.

The first was a Little Demon. It was about thirty centimeters tall, with dark red skin, two tiny horns on its head, and a pair of bat-like wings on its back.

"Oh, it's the God of All Magic Ian."

This was a genuine Little Demon.

Its eyes had a yellow tint, and its pupils