Deep in the dream world.

hell.

Naproses, who was sitting on the throne, was dressed in black robes, with a terrifying long-handled scythe leaning on the side.

Under his feet was a city of the dead filled with darkness and ruin. The overwhelming ghosts turned into an army of the undead and turned into slaves of all levels.

In the corner of the ruins, there are a large number of wandering figures with no level left.

The King of Hell was taking a nap on the throne like this. Perhaps it couldn't be called sleep. For a strong man who had reached the boundary between gods and humans, sleeping was not necessary. It was more like a mental recuperation.

but.

Naproses' spiritual healing did not seem to be successful. As soon as he closed his eyes, he would dream of the long years spent in dark imprisonment.

He dreamed that he was wandering in the cage again and again. He saw himself screaming in misery and despair, cursing at the sky. "Why?"

"Why?"

"I'm not convinced!"

There is no time in that darkness, one hundred years, one thousand years, one hundred thousand years.

Even longer.

He was clearly just one step away from becoming a god, but he could no longer grasp it. He could only face despair day after day, year after year. Then, he dreamed of other scenes.

Under the sunset.

A samurai carrying a black sword held a book of poems in his hand and recited sentences from the book.

"Everyone is a little man in a bottle, always bound by something."

"Either it comes from others, or it comes from yourself." A guy who was obviously a child followed behind the other party in armor, wearing a funny helmet, heavy armor, and the skirt was dragging on the ground.

It looks like an iron can, making a clanging sound when walking.

At the end, there was a girl following step by step, and the three of them were walking leisurely.

The scene turned again, and he saw the black sword warrior again, but he had already died and turned into a ghost.

But he still sang the poems over and over again, as if he was mocking himself.

And finally.

He passed by the woman in armor again and again, looked at her again and again, and then turned away.

Occasionally, he would look at the mottled black helmet from a distance, lost in thought and not knowing what he was thinking.

"Fake!"

"It's all fake."

Naproses opened his eyes and muttered this. He was obviously very angry and should roar loudly.

However, when it comes to the mouth, all that is left is whispering calmly. Some words become emotionless after being spoken too much, because the emotions are already engraved in the body.

He denied all that.

but.

The image that kept appearing in his dreams, making it impossible for him to escape, had already proven something.

Some things may seem false to others, but to those who have experienced them personally, they are an indelible part of life.

Naproses picked up his sickle, stood up and left his kingdom of God.

He walked towards the other end of the dream world. He couldn't find his place in the disordered dream world. He first crossed back to reality and reappeared. At this time.

The abyss has already appeared before our eyes.

He came behind the Gate of Original Sin and saw the evil god. Far away, Naproses was quietly looking at the other person's face.

Unlike him, the other party never seemed to dream and was always awake.

This god never seems to have any fear and will never cry out in despair like him.

In fact, the pain of Naproses and the little time he has experienced are compared with everything the other person has experienced.

It seems such an understatement.

This made Napleo stop, lower his head and say something.

"A true strong man should look like this."

Naproses has extremely complicated feelings about the evil god of original sin.

Such emotions that even he himself didn't know how to describe.

He admires the other person and fears the other person.

He once admired the other party's powerful gesture from the heart, but now he somewhat hates the other party's existence.

at this time.

The evil god didn't raise his head, but just raised his fingers slightly.

It means, let him come over.

"Owner!"

Naproses immediately ran over with a bright smile.

At this moment, he seemed to have become the little ceramic man again.

As Naproses came closer, he noticed something more on the table: "What is this?"

Xiao: "The evil eye of jealousy."

Napleau couldn't help but take another look, Xiao seemed to have said something casually.

"Like it?"

Naproses raised his head: "Ah?"

Then, he heard the evil god in front of him say: "I gave it to you."

Of course, Naproses would not refuse to get such a pair of powerful eyes, which is equivalent to a pair of props that surpass the level of ordinary apostles.

As long as it is used well, it can create an extra level of super-powerful combat power and subordinates, even if it cannot bear the power of original sin in the end.

Naproses accepted it happily, and then asked cautiously: "Master, the door to the star realm has been opened by the God of Demon Spirits." Xiao nodded, seemingly not showing any emotion: "That's really congratulations.

It’s Ms. Lena.”

But after a while, he asked again.

"So, what about you?"

Naproses lay on the ground and said seriously: "I have decided to use that method."

Xiao nodded: "Then do it, I will help you prepare it."

Naproses said excitedly: "If everything goes well, I will soon become a legend."

"Master, don't worry."

"I will open the door to the sky for you, making the abyss and original sin everyone's deepest nightmare."

Xiao's expression moved slightly, but he said something completely unrelated to what Naproses said.

"yes!"

"The days of being trapped in a narrow cave and fighting each other are finally over."

"Look up, it's the age of the stars."

Naproses couldn't help but feel excited when he saw the star door open.

After meeting Xiao and returning, he finally made up his mind. While walking in the darkness, the King of Hell kept chattering.

"It's about to begin!"

"It's about to begin!"

"It begins again, Naproses, are you ready?"

"This time, there will be no mistakes, there will be no mistakes." "..."

Naproses is no longer the porcelain villain he was before, the monster who laughed, cursed and ignored everything.

He has experienced ups and downs, and he also understands what terror and despair are.

It is precisely because of this that the strong desire arises from within.

People who have everything, people who have never experienced pain, don’t know what it’s like to be desperate for something.

It's like a vine has grown in your heart, with roots crawling all over it. You feel itchy all over your body, and you feel like you want to scratch your chest and dig your heart out.

Until the root penetrated his chest, penetrated his blood and took root in his fingertips, and finally pierced out from his fingertips and skin, turning into buds greedily sucking the sunlight.

Back to hell.

He took out two things that he had already prepared. The same thing was a ceramic doll the size of a finger, with a strange appearance.
To be continued...