The moment Jia Xiu heard the voice, the scene around him changed in an instant.
The small grove on campus became a gloomy, terrifying palace.
The floor was paved with shattered bones stained by dried blood. Countless grotesque faces were carved into the dark red bricks of the walls, while eerie green braziers lined both sides of the hall all the way to a throne shaped like a set of scales.
Jia Xiu turned around once. He had to admit, the atmosphere was pretty well done.
Since he knew he was inside the Phantom World, the Demonfolk palace hadn't scared him in the slightest.
He was more curious about something else.
How had they managed to change the scene so quickly?
He'd used dream-construction magic before to create Turtle's Nightmare, but while making it, he'd discovered all sorts of limitations. For example, he couldn't switch scenes instantly like this.
Could it be the same sort of common game trick, where both scenes were loaded at once and the player was just teleported back and forth between them?
This kind of shortcut was common in games. For example, if the developers couldn't make vehicles work, they'd have an NPC run around wearing a vehicle model.
No matter how ridiculous the implementation, the requested feature worked.
After admiring the set dressing, Jia Xiu finally strolled toward the throne.
Seated upon it was Ammit, the Demon of Judgment.
A stitched-together demon.
Its head looked like a crocodile's, its upper body like a lion's, and its lower body like a hippopotamus's.
He wondered if its hippo butt could shoot it forward like a propeller.
Its voice was a coarse, gravelly roar.
"Your actions conform to the Path of Pain. Your soul now outweighs a feather. You are worthy of becoming the first qualified Devil."