From the moment he entered Hell, Ash had felt a faint sense that something was off. He could not sense any hostility from Death Frenzy, as if she really was doing her utmost to act as his guide, taking him around Hell's scenic spots and famous sites, and instructing him on how to loot every last one of them into historical ruins.
Now Ash finally understood. Death Frenzy truly had no conflict of interest with him. No wonder she had deliberately taken me to plunder Hell.
No wonder she didn't care that my strength was growing so quickly.
Because everything I had would ultimately become nourishment for them—and I would even give it voluntarily.
Whether emotionally or logically, Ash had to do everything he could to stop Ouroboros from devouring everything. If they could not defeat this monster from the future, then they had no future to speak of. If sacrificing his mind could be exchanged for power, then what did Ash have to be reluctant about?
But Ash keenly noticed a loophole: was he truly the only one who could stop Ouroboros? He was not some Saint who took every responsibility onto his own shoulders. Apart from going back to reality later to give Sonia and the others Good Morning Kisses, nothing else in this world had to be done by him and him alone. Rather than work hard himself, it was better to blame others—that was the life lesson Ash had gained from his years as a corporate slave.
He was certain the Four Pillar Gods and the Multistar Supreme had already received the news, and the other Divine Lords most likely also knew this world was already on the brink of destruction. Ash did not need to be anxious at all. If he honestly soothed the Operators,