Hell, a place where souls could never find redemption.
There was a way in, but no way out. Flames raged, countless ghosts grimaced, and everyone was evil.
The sky was pale red. Wind swept sand across the ground, and the air reeked of sulfur. Wrecked wooden boats lay stranded on the dry riverbed, their original shapes long since lost.
Yet Demon City, which towered over this land, bustled with activity. Things that might have been people or ghosts came and went, calling out to one another like vendors in a marketplace in the Real World.
Wei Jianye still wore the same clothes he had worn before descending into Hell, along with his gold-rimmed glasses. He looked every bit the refined intellectual.
He entered the city without a change in expression, observing everything closely as though watching a film.
He murmured under his breath.
"What should I do next?"
730's voice sounded beside his ear. "Wei Yanchi was taken away by Asmodeus. Perhaps you could ask around for Asmodeus's address."
Wei Jianye replied without hesitation, "What a load of crap."
Despite saying that, he wandered around this fantastical, bizarre city for a while, then picked a seemingly amiable resident at random to question.
The resident was slaughtering a pig beside a gutter on the left side of the street. His face was thick with brutish flesh, and he kept his head down as he hacked away with force.
"Hello, may I ask you a question?"
The resident did not even look up.
"Do you know where Asmodeus is?"
The resident still did not look up.
Wei Jianye frowned slightly and turned his gaze toward the others. They were watching him, too. He met the eyes of one devil among the crowd and had just taken a step forward.
Behind him, the