Ray ignored the two High Humans who attempted to speak to him.Without hesitation, he crushed the brown [Demon Dungeon Card], causing his figure to instantly disappear from the [Altar of Evolution] and reappear in an unfamiliar land. The moment Ray arrived, an ominous sensation crawled across his skin.The very air felt toxic, so dangerous that even a [True High Human] like him could sense its lethal nature.[Welcome to Hell][You have entered the territory of one of Hell’s rulers, Marquis Andras.][Marquis Andras is a Higher Demon, ranked 63rd among the 72 rulers of Hell, and commands 30 legions of demons.][Dungeon Completion Condition: Defeat The Marquis Of Demons, Andras.][Dungeon Difficulty is set to: Hell Level.]"Marquis Andras?" Ray narrowed his eyes.As an enthusiast of folklore, legends, and mythologies, the name sounded very familiar.He recalled reading about the 72 rulers of Hell in a book called Ars Goetia."This is going to be fun," Ray smiled as he looked around.He

The one thousand demons surrounding Ray came at him fast from all directions.As soon as about three dozen of them entered within three meters of his range, the immense amount of [Holy Essence] he had been channeling into his arm, so condensed that his entire arm was brimming with silvery-white aura, was unleashed.The moment the demons entered his attack range, Ray let loose.The enormous amount of [Holy Essence] he had been restraining was suddenly released, erupting in a violent explosion.In an instant, the condensed [Holy Essence] detonated, transforming into silvery-white flames.A blinding white shockwave pulsed outward in all directions.As the explosion erupted, rings of silvery-white flames consumed every lesser demon within range, burning them alive."AAAHHHHH...""ARRHHGGGGG...""IT BURNS... IT BURNS...""ARRRRGGGG..."Their pain-filled screams echoed across the hellish landscape, making the territory of Hell seem even more nightmarish.Hundreds of demons were engulfed in

Dozens of blades, swords, spears, and other pointed weapons shot toward the figure engulfed in purplish-black flames, piercing him from all directions.Some weapons even went through his body and emerged from the other side, yet the flames continued to burn just as intensely.Despite the brutal assault, the Gifted inside did not scream in pain or even move from his spot, allowing the pointed weapons to impale him one after another.The attacker, the fallen angel Marquis Andras, was in no condition to contemplate the ominous silence that persisted or why the Gifted he had struck wasn’t reacting.Consumed by fury, he did not pause for a moment to consider whether his attack was even working. Instead, he spread his arms, his muscles trembling as the veins in his forearms became starkly visible, as if he were struggling to lift something immense.As if responding to his will, the numerous rock formations scattered throughout this hellish territory began to shake violently.Then, hundreds

[You have completed the Demon Dungeon mission.][Rewards are being calculated...][Rewards: +200,000 Gold+5 Miasma Stones+1 Unique Transportation Card (Biblical Hell)]"Another transportation card? Why would I want to come to Hell again?" Ray muttered, rubbing his temples.Suddenly, another set of notifications rang in his ears.[You have killed a ruler of Hell.]As soon as this notification appeared, a crown made of dark, jagged hellish black metal manifested out of nowhere and landed atop his head.A single ember-colored gem gleamed menacingly at its center.[You have obtained the Crown of a Ruler of Hell.][The Will of Hell has acknowledged you as a worthy contender for the throne of the Seven Levels of Hell.][By defeating the 63rd Ruler of Hell, your conquest has been recognized by the System of Hell, and you have ascended to the 63rd position among the Rulers of Hell.][You have obtained the Hell’s territory of Andras.][You have gained the right to rule the legions of Hell re

The Territory of Circle of Ouroborous.[Remaining time until war begins: 02(D):00(H):00(M):00(S)]"What the hell is he doing? There are only two days left before the war begins! When will he return?" Alfie, the common elf, asked, biting her lips, unable to hide her frustration."As you said, there are still two days left. He still has time to complete whatever he’s doing," Sir Grant, the plebeian vampire, said with a sigh. This was already the fifth time she had asked the same question."I’m losing my mind just sitting here, thinking about what could happen when the war starts," Alfie sighed, holding her head as if she had a terrible headache."Well, there’s nothing else we can do but wait and see exactly what your faction leader went to accomplish," Maria chuckled."Was he serious when he said he could grow that powerful in just one week’s time? How exactly would he accomplish that?" Gina asked, looking at the only person who might possibly hold some answers, Sir Selwyn Grant."Well,