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The tavern owner closed the door, and turned the bone horizontal sign beside the door to face the street with the word "closed" in purgatory. Then he raised his head to briefly identify the direction, and slowly walked forward.

The streets of Diss City are always changing. A few days ago, there were four-story buildings on the opposite side. A narrow alley that can shorten the journey a lot is hidden in a slit in this building. among.

But today, the building on the opposite side and the path in the crack have all disappeared, replaced by a large and strange building called the 'Soul Market', where many devils come in and out at the entrance of the building. Some devils are satisfied, some are annoyed and depressed, and the mood varies.

Although the surrounding environment has changed, the tavern owner 'Monroe' did not panic. Born from hell, he has long been accustomed to this situation. Like many demons living in the city now, Monroe can easily find the true path he wants to take from the changes.

He walked to the 'Soul Futures' building and glanced inside. The large hall was crowded with many devils, all of them looking up at the same wall, on which hung many rectangular horizontal panels with purgatory writing.

"The exchange rate between ordinary souls and soul coins today is 1:537." Such content is prominently written on the top horizontal panel.

"We are in a hurry to collect two high-quality souls with the potential of 'Harvester Demon'. Those who are interested can go to Box 312 on the third floor to discuss in detail."

"Collect a large number of completely corrupted souls, each of which can be exchanged for three uncorrupted ordinary souls, or other equivalent soul coins, items, intelligence, etc. (Note: Corrupted souls cannot be squeezed out of a trace of energy)." The same goes for the following with a contact address.

"Are you at risk of being downgraded because you couldn't complete the Soul Corruption Index? Are you being robbed of promotion opportunities because you only collected a few less souls than your colleagues? It doesn't matter, as long as you come to us, these are all It will not be a problem. With only one contract, the soul can easily be obtained, and the annual interest rate is only 200%!!”

"Now there is a mortal prisoner who can be used, and the prisoner's ownership belongs to me, not Mantiri. And the prisoner has agreed to cooperate and use his freedom to obtain the souls of his relatives and friends, asking for 2 to 4 small The devils form a team to act, half of the proceeds belong to me, and the rest will be divided equally."

It turned out to be such a place, and Monroe was taken aback.

"Don't get in the way, human, this is not the place you should come." Behind Monroe, a huge horned demon rudely pushed him aside, "But after you die, your soul can come here. Turn around. It's just from one person's hand to another person's hand, haha." After sneering a few times, he stepped into the hall.

Monroe didn't care about the sarcasm of the Horned Demon, he shrugged his shoulders mockingly, turned to leave the building, and continued to walk towards his goal.

Our tavern owner in **** doesn't give a **** about death. Although it is good to live, it is not necessarily so bad after death. Monroe's ancestors, including his father, who died not long ago, had souls transformed into demons. One of these devils on the road might be his ancestor.

But after the transformation, the memory of the life will disappear completely, so those ancestors who have become demons are no different from strangers.

Why did your ancestors come to a place like hell? Monroe didn't know. His father never told him the reason, and neither did his father's father, as if the mysterious reason had been lost in history many generations ago.

Monroe had never been to the main material world where many fellow human beings lived, but he had learned many things about the main material world from the large number of books on display at home.

It was a very beautiful plane, with clear rivers, lush trees, and bright flowers everywhere. People lived in it leisurely. Monroe also raised a plant that would bloom when he was a child. The green plant was spherical as a whole, with a lot of hard spikes on the surface like a needle-thorn demon.

He had been raising it for seven years before that plant shyly bloomed a pink flower. Although the flowers are small, they add a strange color to Monroe's dull and monotonous life.

It's a pity that the amazing plant later died because of his improper watering. The water in **** needs special treatment before it can be watered, and once he accidentally forgot. Monroe has always wanted to buy another plant from the plane merchants who came to the city, but there are very few plane merchants who will add the main material plane plant to their inventory, and when they sell him a sharp The one who stabbed the plant, Monroe never saw again.

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After wandering around the city for a long time, Monroe finally arrived at the destination of his trip - the Arena of Dess.

There will be a few gladiator fights in the arena today, and a gladiator he likes will participate, so Monroe wants to arrive a little earlier and try to buy a more advanced position.

There are very few entertainment activities in hell. In addition to watching gladiatorial fights in the arena, Monroe will occasionally go to a familiar **** for an in-depth conversation, or go to the "Carnival Paradise" for a short break.

Carnival Park is a place full of joy, and when my father was alive, he used to call it a mirage in the desert.

When you knock on the luxurious gate of the park, which is covered with gold and silver threads, there will be many handsome and beautiful waiters attentive to greet you to enter. She/they will take off your dusty old clothes for you, put on silky robes that are soft and light, and lead you to the beautiful sky-blue pool, where you can roam in the warm water.

The waiters will also serve you cool beers and juices, as well as sweet fruits and snacks, and use their catkin-like hands to relax every inch of your body.

When you have enough rest in the pool, they will guide you to the candle-lit table and serve you a delicate and delicious dinner. As you dine, graceful bards will sing beautiful tunes for you, costumed dancers will dance around you, and you will feel that the best life is nothing more than that,

However, all of this is a false fantasy. Once a weary plane traveler enters the carnival park, it is difficult to get out of there. Even if they can rely on their powerful perception to perceive that everything in front of them is an illusion, they will still indulge in the seductive beauty and joy and refuse to leave for a long time.

The longer they stay in the park, the weaker the self-consciousness of the visitors, and eventually they will die in the park of hunger and thirst, the souls are collected and fall to the owner of the park - 'Arroko' the Duke of Hell hand.

However, Monroe is different from those plane travelers or other visitors who come to hell. He has lived in **** since he was a child, and he has a strong resistance to the illusion of Carnival Paradise, and those who pretend to be various characters in Paradise, The guests' big and small devils and phantom attendants never tried to interfere when he wanted to leave.

For the devils, humans like Monroe living in **** have long been branded by the Nine Hells, and they will inevitably become one of them eventually.

And after the death of Monroe and the ancestors in his family, they will not be drained of energy like ordinary souls who have fallen into hell, starting from the lowest evil. Instead, it will be directly transformed into the corresponding form of the devil according to the different soul potential of each person.

Monroe knew that after his death, he would be transformed into an ugly barb demon, which was destined since he was born.

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"The front position? No problem." The little devil who sold the ticket put away a soul coin that Monroe handed over, and then threw a domino with a number to him, "The third row of the blood zone, it's far enough forward. .Although this position is a bit out of the way, there won't be those huge figures blocking your sight." The little devil said to him as if taking credit,

Oh, the real big shots will only stay in the spacious box, not crowded in the stands like the rest of the audience. "Thank you." Monroe nodded.

"By the way, you can sign this by the way, everyone in the audience has to do this." The little devil handed him another piece of parchment full of purgatory words.

"We'll talk about it later." Monroe stepped away, ignoring the little devil's persuasion.

Once you write your name on the parchment, your soul is no longer yours. Monroe knew the pitfalls of the city, an experience passed down from generation to generation by his grandparents.

Entering the gate of the arena like the mouth of a beast, there is a long corridor with many torches placed along the way.

Monroe had heard that when the arena was built, there were no torches on this corridor, and it was pitch black inside. Because devils are born with 'dark vision' and don't need light to see things. But then a consortium of planes suggested to Lord City Lord that if the Arena of Diss wants to attract more audiences and earn more souls, it needs to be concerned about the feelings of other races.

As a result, there have been many subtle changes in the layout of the entire arena, and these torches are one of them.

Before heading to the stands, Monroe, like the other devils along the way, turned into a lively and crowded hall. This is where the arena bets are placed, and Monroe carefully bypasses the devils, trying not to be hurt by the dangerous needle sticks, barbs, and corners.

He stooped and walked, jumped and leaped, and approached a giant upright insect-like 'ice demon', using the guy's biting icy breath to clear the way (most kinds of demons prefer scorching temperatures), and finally I came to a place close to the inner window, where there are fewer devils queuing up.

"Three souls plus one hundred soul coins, to beat Gladiator Barrett!" Monroe said to the contract demon in the window, and offered a coarse cloth purse.

The skin of this devil is a simple rust red, with many dark roots on the back, protruding long sharp horns. Each sharp horn is more than one meter long, and there are lengthy contract texts hanging on it~www.readwn.com~ The face of the contract demon always has a confident and elegant face, they manage countless hells The contract agreement and legal provisions of the Nine Prisons are an indispensable type of devil. If some arrogant creatures in the main material world want to summon a devil to serve them for life, it is also the covenant that will arrange this kind of demon-servant contract uniformly.

The contract demon in front of him took the purse, opened it and glanced at it, and handed Monroe a contract text like a little devil selling tickets at the door.

Monroe carefully checked the familiar terms above, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, he signed his name in the lower right corner of the text.

Afterwards, he returned from the hall to the corridor according to the original path, and walked along the corridor to the majestic and vast stand.

He found his seat and sat down. The right side of the position was not occupied at this time, while the left side was sitting side by side with three winged devils of similar appearance.

The devil closest to him wore a peculiar silver tombstone pendant around his neck. When Monroe looked at the pendant, something seemed to flicker from above.

Did I just get dazzled? Monroe rubbed his eyes subconsciously. Forget it, let's keep an eye on the game. He turned his attention to the field again.

"Hope you can win this fight, Barrett!" Monroe said softly. Then he heard a very small, ethereal voice. The voice was very vague, like the vague murmur of the soul itself.

He couldn't hear clearly, only vaguely felt that the voice seemed to say: "Big uncle, come on!"

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