Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Deep below, the grounds were ever hot, leaking streams of hot sizzling gasses across the land.

In some places, one could spot flaming trees burning nonstop. And in other sites, the temperature was just the same as any summer temperature.

The grounds and plants were purplish, having a certain hue to them.

All around the vast world were different regions marked by different bizarre phenomenons.

And when it came to the occupants of this place, all they wanted was power!

Look left, look right, look up, look into the ground... Many battled, slaughtered one another and even ate the flesh of those they killed while looking for the many foods and treasures within the place.

Power! Power! They all wanted power!

And along the perimeters of another Prince's region, a heavy massacre was occurring.

That's right.

This was the territory belonging to one of the 7 princes of the underworld. A single prince's territory was even bigger than 20 planets smushed together.

It was too bad that their prince wasn't around because with how strong and fast the enemy was, no one else could have foreseen the attack.

Boom!

A loud explosion went off, and the already heated floor broke apart, opening a deep mountain-wide hole below.

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"Ahhh~"

The screams of many thundered out the deeper they fell.

Who can help them? Who can stop this madness?

Many shivered in horror while falling for what seemed like an eternity.

Jump on one another, fly higher and higher as they could... Everyone soon found out that there was a heavy pressure above the mountain-wide hole, making it impossible to escape.

And so they fell.

However, the culprit responsible for their demise only floated above the space, lowering his eyes to have at them condescendingly.

His face was expressionless. But those who knew him knew that the calmer he was, the more furious he became.

Though the territory was as massive as 20 or more planets out together, with this strength, he could quickly destroy 1/40th of this territory with one flick of his wrist.

That would be like destroying half a mortal planet.

However, what would be his gain destroying this terrorist that he had long planned on acquiring?

Yes! The abyss, the life of the underworld, would also regenerate and reform the land over time.

But why destroy all these buildings that his enemy had painstakingly made?

Additionally, if there were any hidden treasures within the territory, his actions would only be burying them deeper and deeper into the ground.

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Beelzebub casually gazed at the bottomless pit of destruction below him, slowly descending onto the land beside it.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

His feet rustled against the hot rocky terrain, releasing a crackling and sizzling noise.

One step forward, another step onward.

​ His seemingly gentle walk only looked ferocious to those covered in blood opposite him.

And the many to ranked generals covered in green and purplish blood only felt their blood run dry

Choking. Choking.

They couldn't breathe at all!

Beelzebub was just too powerful, making it impossible for them to move, talk less of listing their fingers to meet his eyes.

And the person who felt the most danger was the lead general, overseeing this part of the territory.

Horns broken, rail crooked, body riddled with a thousand holes... The demon had been blasted by Beelzebub just once.

It knew that if Beelzebub wanted it dead, it would be long dead. So why keep it and the other few alive?

The demon's body quaked and shook, though it was already pinned on the spot by Beelzebub's aura.

And soon, it heard its name.

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"Amos... "

Gulp.

The demon was too petrified but soon began to think.

What a joke!

It was a demon. Though it could get scared, its entire being was one of lying, cheating and deceiving.

So all it had to do was get out of this predicament. And it would use any means necessary to do so.

Do you know what death would mean for them?

F***! .who was willing to get reborn without memories of the last, starting right back from the bottom after working so hard?

A demon of its high-ranking status was very much unwilling to die like this.

For one, it was a bloody 3rd rank general!

Demon generals had 12 ranks in total. And after the 'General' title, there were just 3 other main titles they could acquire before entering the Royal class, which was another level.

One would have to work their asses off again, lowering up against other underworld creatures to reach the very top, which was to be the right-hand creatures of the princes.

In truth, A general was midway within the power rankings in the Underworld.

So do you know how difficult it is to get this high?

Who would want to start at the very bottom again?

No way!

The demon decided to find a way out of this mess.

After leaving, it would definitely report to its superiors, who would in turn take the matter to its prince.

Yes! It still wanted its revenge against Beelzebub, using its prince to do the job.

Like so, within these few seconds, doubtless thoughts had passed through its mind.

And soon, the sound of his name being called out woke him from his stupor yet again.

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"Amos... Don't make me ask twice... Where is my finger."

Finger? Finger?

Wait! Could it be that someone sliced off one of the prince's finger?

F***!

If he could get his hands on it, wouldn't he be able to boast his strength past several ranks?

(*∆*)

Greed... Greed...

Amos now knew what he had to do. And in a blink of an eye, he forced an unnatural and crooked smile onto his already cracked lips.

"Prince Beelzebub... Finger? Why don't I understand what you're talking about?"

"Oh?"

Beelzebub's entire aura turned colder.

As expected, he was right.

They definitely had a hand in the disappearance of his finger!

These new lot of princes dared to take his finger, thinking they could get away with it?