The Expectation of the Sovereign of Death

Nether Hotel is located at the foot of Nether Mountain. In front of the hotel, there is a vast expanse of grassland, and in the center of the grassland lies a pool of water.

For countless years, countless powerhouses have madly broken into Nether Mountain in order to obtain the Nether Fruit, only to end up as fertilizer one by one. Yet, Nether Hotel has always stood tall, accumulating an unimaginable amount of wealth. Rumor has it that the owner of Nether Hotel is the master of Greenleaf Castle.

"My lord, please come in."

Kewen, a young man in green robes, led Ren into the hotel with his signature smile plastered on his face, clearly well-versed in his duties.

Ren nodded slightly and scanned the interior of the hotel. The hotel is divided into two parts: the lobby and the restaurant. In the restaurant, there are dozens of tables where some Highgods who appear to be quite powerful are sipping drinks.

Ren gave the entire hotel a rough sweep before his gaze finally landed on the grassland, where a beautiful red-haired girl sat by the lake. A flicker of light passed through his eyes.

Nether Hotel has stood firm at Nether Mountain for many years because of this owner who loves to fish. The hotel staff believe the owner is a friend of the Greenleaf Castle master, while many outsiders widely speculate that the owner is one of the castle masters.

However, as someone with memories of Blue Star, Ren naturally knows the true identity of the beautiful red-haired girl: she is the true Sovereign of the Underworld, the head of the Death-type Sovereigns, and one of the four Sovereigns of Rules—the Sovereign of Death.

"My lord, that is our hotel owner. Don't let her cold exterior fool you; she is actually very gentle at heart and treats us all very well." Sensing Ren's gaze, Kewen lowered his voice and whispered.

"Kewen!"

Although Kewen's voice was low, the beautiful red-haired girl's strength allowed her to hear it clearly. Without turning her head, she gripped her fishing rod and scolded him directly.

"I'm sorry, boss."

Kewen, the young man in green robes, apologized quickly, though he didn't look the least bit nervous. It was clear that similar incidents had happened many times, and the boss wasn't truly angry with him.

Soon, Ren was led by the young man in green robes to the front desk.

"Ten thousand Nether Stones per day. How long do you intend to stay, sir?" A woman in green robes behind the counter looked at Ren and asked.

"Seven days. Here are seventy thousand Inkstones." Ren didn't say much, casually tossing out seventy thousand Inkstones with a calm tone.

In the Higher Planes, hotels in cities are usually charged by the year, and the price for a year is only a thousand or eight hundred Inkstones. Nether Hotel can be considered extortionate, but those who come to Nether Hotel are all powerhouses with some strength, not to mention that the background of Nether Hotel makes them afraid to speak out.

"Inkstones? You come from Hell?"

Hearing Ren's words, the woman in green robes immediately showed a look of surprise, and her voice attracted the attention of everyone inside the hotel.

"To think that even someone from Hell has come to snatch the Nether Fruit? How unlucky!" A middle-aged man with brown hair muttered unhappily.

"It seems the competition is getting more and more intense." A young man with blue hair also sighed helplessly.

Outside on the grassland, the beautiful red-haired girl walked in carrying a bucket. Seeming to hear the discussion from the restaurant, she looked over in confusion, and then her gaze landed on Ren. Her usually calm and indifferent face revealed a rare trace of surprise.

Not long ago, after receiving news from the Nether Overgod, she had used the Heart of the Underworld to check the records of those coming to the Underworld from Hell. She was naturally no stranger to Ren's appearance, but she truly did not expect Ren to come to her place.

With her thoughts racing, her footsteps did not stop. The beautiful red-haired girl carried her fishing rod and walked straight to Ren's side.

"Boss?"

The woman in green robes looked at her boss in confusion. In her memory, the boss was either fishing or on her way to fish, and she only appeared when someone caused trouble that couldn't be handled otherwise. She had no interest in ordinary guests.

The beautiful red-haired girl ignored the woman in green robes and instead looked Ren up and down, her tone carrying a hint of a smile:

"Prefect of Liang'an, Ren."

The girl's voice was not loud, but the hearing of god-level powerhouses is not poor, so they naturally heard it clearly.

The entire hotel fell silent for a few seconds. The guests in the restaurant looked at Ren with shock, a deep sense of wariness flashing in the depths of their eyes.

"A Prefect from Hell?"

The woman in green robes was also dumbfounded, looking at Ren with a blank expression. She had been working at the front desk of Nether Hotel for countless years and had seen many powerhouses enter Nether Mountain, including many Seven-Star Fiends, but this was the first time she had encountered a Prefect.

Even Asers, the Sovereign's Envoy who was rumored to have obtained the Nether Fruit countless years ago, was not a Prefect when he first entered Nether Mountain.

"Oh? The shopkeeper knows me? It seems you must also be a powerhouse at the Prefect level." Ren raised an eyebrow, showing an "unexpected" look, and made a "reasonable" deduction.

He naturally knew the true identity of the Sovereign of Death, but he would not expose her in such a place. After all, this was the game the Sovereign of Death had enjoyed for countless years, and since he wanted to obtain her help, playing along with her was no harm.

"Oh? Why would you think I am a Prefect?" The Sovereign of Death chuckled, asking in a teasing tone, as if she had heard an interesting deduction.

"It's simple. I have been the Prefect of Liang'an for less than a hundred years, and it likely hasn't spread throughout Hell yet. Since you are deep in the Underworld and yet know of it, you clearly have strong information channels. Moreover, how could someone who has been able to run a hotel on Nether Mountain for countless years be weak?"

Ren simply stated the "deduction" in his heart, then looked at the beautiful red-haired girl with an expression that suggested he had seen through everything.

"You are quite an interesting person. However, with your strength, you shouldn't need the Nether Fruit. Why have you come to Nether Mountain?"

The beautiful red-haired girl's mouth curled slightly upward. She neither admitted nor denied Ren's deduction that she was a Prefect, leaving room for imagination, and turned to ask another question.

At the summit of Nether Mountain, inside the purple-black palace.

"Interesting! He actually came here?" The figure on the throne in the hall let out a soft exclamation, and the originally flat tone rippled with a hint of emotion.

"Sovereign?"

The Nether Overgod looked at the Sovereign of Death in confusion. In his memory, the Sovereign's tone was usually quite calm, and only when the cannon fodder who came to Nether Mountain broke into the palace and saw her true identity as the owner of Nether Hotel would her emotions change significantly.

"That kid Ren has come to Nether Hotel." The Sovereign of Death glanced at the Nether Overgod indifferently, her tone returning to its previous calm state.

"Hmm? He came to Nether Hotel?" The Nether Overgod was stunned upon hearing this, subconsciously reaching out to stroke his beard.

"Interesting, interesting. He deduced that I am a Prefect? I wonder what kind of expression you will have when you discover my true identity?" The Sovereign of Death sat on the throne, a beautiful curve appearing at the corner of her mouth, her brow filled with anticipation.