Trap

"Are these... humans?" The Infernal Commander was bewildered.

It was not that he had never seen humans before, but he had never seen so many people without the slightest glimmer of faith on them.

No glimmer of faith meant that these people were all unbelievers.

Unbelievers were hardly desirable figures across the countless planes.

Whether in life or death, they would receive no divine protection. After death, they would be devoured by countless Evil Spirits and malevolent ghosts; their souls would either disperse naturally or be turned into all manner of experimental materials, becoming tools for spellcasters.

Because unbelievers had no one backing them, nearly every spellcaster who needed souls for research would use the souls of unbelievers first.

And now, before his very eyes, there was actually a massive city made entirely of unbelievers?

Amid his astonishment, the Infernal Commander first suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes and senses.

Very soon, a few minutes later, he confirmed that there was nothing wrong with his perception. There truly was a gap leading to another world there.

And beyond that gap was most likely the city of unbelievers he had seen.

"I was sealed for a thousand years, and the moment I emerged, I encountered such a stroke of fortune. It seems even fate is helping me return to the path of vengeance!"

He threw back his head with a long sigh, tears welling up in his eyes.

Back in the Inferno, his luck had always been exceptionally poor. He would often encounter all kinds of troubles and obstacles in succession, causing every goal he sought to fall short at the last moment.

But now, it seemed he had been wrong before.

Fate had not neglected him.

It had simply gathered all his past luck and saved it