Trinity Is Calling You

Within the hell of the Prison of Suppression, Gide and the other jailers were jubilant as they diligently went about their work.

There had been far too many sinners sent into hell these past few days, and every last one of them was tough as nails and exceptionally resilient. There was no need to hold back when punishing them.

Or rather, those sent here could no longer be called sinners. They were sinful gods, one after another!

Each was a deity steeped in grave sin. Under normal circumstances, in the real world, any one of them would have been enough to give the Cleaning Association headquarters a serious headache.

But now, in hell, beneath the suppression of the Lord of the Abyss, what did it matter if they were gods? They were nothing more than convicts howling in hell.

Once these convicts had suffered enough punishment in hell, they could next enter Purgatory below.

That place was even more intense.

At this moment, Gide and the others, former members of the Cleaning Association, could not help but sigh inwardly. Even if one worshipped gods, one had to choose the right god. One absolutely could not worship blindly.

Worshipping the Lord of the Abyss had truly been the wisest choice.

Otherwise, if they had worshipped some wild god, only to turn around and find that their own deity had been thrown into prison and brutally tortured, the believers would be too embarrassed to face one another.

"How has your divine master been lately?"

"Don't mention it. He's doing time. The Lord of the Abyss beat the shit out of him!"

Wasn't that humiliating? All those kowtows would have been for nothing!

Having realized this, Gide and the others' reverence for the Lord of the Abyss rose to another level. Already saints,