Mojiahou quickly put Baxter's affairs out of his mind.
-It was understandable, really.
Young people would be young people.
Having returned to the Human World through calamity source fluid, wouldn't he hurry to find something exciting to do?
At that age, he himself had been even wilder.
-He only hoped the young man wouldn't forget his mission.
Only then would he have a reason to promote him.
Mojiahou pondered for a while.
What he had least expected, really, was mutual destruction.
What age was this? If you couldn't win, run.
Why take your enemy down with you!
He shook his head and decided not to see those avengers from Death Planet for the entire coming day.
Then what should he do?
He would go find Nine Forms. He was already close to being consumed by desire.
Mojiahou stepped into the void and left the Five Desires World.
At the same moment.
At the bottom of Hell.
Through that terrifying dark abyss, farther down.
Until entering eternal nothingness.
Across that nothingness, farther down still.
Ever deeper.
Until a boundless expanse of black earth came into view.
Ruined palaces and towers covered the land, along with green soul-burning flames that soared into the sky and corpses piled like mountains.
-An eternal prison for tempering souls.
Purgatory.
Deep within this Purgatory.
Upon that distant, unreachable sea of dead-soul fire, a thoroughly rotten ship sailed slowly along.
Several young vampires crouched on its deck.
To be honest.
Even now, they were still utterly bewildered.
Thud.
The heavy cabin door was kicked open.
A drunken zombie emerged, glanced at the roster in his hand, and asked:
"You lot, are you the Baxters from the Undead Empire?"
The vampires' hands were bound and their mouths sealed, so they could only nod frantically.
The zombie extended a