After leaving behind a meaningful remark, Russell opened Hell's Gate and tossed the parchment contract inside.
Naberious's body rose uncontrollably and walked into hell on its own. His violently trembling pupils were filled with terror, and though his mouth hung open, he could not make a sound.
This had originally been Satan's job. Russell had borrowed the contract to experience it for himself; there was no other reason, just simple curiosity about what Satan's work was like.
It felt like demons were loan sharks. Lending money was merely the means; establishing a debtor-creditor relationship was the true objective!
With one storyline concluded, Russell spread the three pairs of black wings on his back and soared into the sky. Rolling thunder flashed, leaving behind a Devil's Smile that flickered with white light.
Many people had witnessed the scene, and some had even taken photos and videos and uploaded them online.
Russell paid it no mind. Heaven did not care, and neither did hell, so he would reveal the truth of the world to the public and let everyone know that mysterious things had always existed.
The public would definitely accept it...
They probably would!
Even if they could not accept it, they would have to. In this chaotic world, aliens invaded Earth every so often. Russell said he was doing this to help the public develop stronger hearts.
No one knew what would appear next—demons running rampant, or gods descending upon the world. When that time came, a heart with a strong capacity for endurance would be essential for survival.
At home, Russell climbed in through the window and found Eleanor, who should have been in sleep mode for maintenance, sitting blankly on the sofa. Her eyes were vacant, as though she had crashed.
Russell had experience with this. When