Chapter 253: Your Friend Is Fighting His Way Out of the Underworld

Moon Capital.

Inside the original Hachishimiken Laboratory.

"How is he?"

Yagumo Shizu stared at the figure slumped on the hospital bed, his face ashen, burned out, as if turned to gray-white snow, her expression troubled—but such concern was unlikely.

I thought this guy was truly tough, but it turns out he was just holding on.

Only after Jia Ji finished his business, the last breath he forced out dissipated, and the "Divine Warrior Armor" encasing his body dissolved, did Yagumo Shizu suddenly realize how dire his condition was.

After losing consciousness, his entire body seemed to dissolve—tendons and organs melted and decomposed once his battle qi vanished; bones once harder than swords rapidly became brittle, crumbling into powder.

Twisted muscles, fractured skin, shattered organs, blood vessels riddled with holes, heart stopped beating… Even the formidable Oni King admitted she would perish instantly under such injuries.

Previously, when Jia Ji lost one arm, she had to exhaust her demonic power just to restore it; now that his strength had grown and his injuries were worse, the required power would be far greater.

So if only Yagumo Shizu were here, she would truly be helpless.

But this time is different from before—she can't heal him, but isn't there someone known as the "Moon Capital's Soul Reaper," Yiyi Yonglin?

"I don't know how he could still be chatting and laughing while every organ inside him was shattered… This is a death-level injury; the fact he's still alive this long defies all human logic."

As a professional physician, Yiyi Yonglin dared to make a professional judgment.

"Can he be saved?"

Yagumo Shizu pressed.

"Forgive me for saying so, but this body is already beyond repair. Unless he is transformed into a Penglai person or a new body is crafted to transfer his consciousness into it, no known medicine can save him now."

"What?"

Yiyi Yonglin's words caused Yagumo Shizu to display a look of astonishment.

That was the expression of surprise.

"This isn't merely an injury—it's damage inflicted by Lady Tsukuyomi. Her divine power is entwined with every inch of his flesh, inseparable, and his own battle qi has temporarily vanished due to the Mokarosha God's secret technique causing an explosive overuse; his spiritual power and life force continue to drain…"

Even Yiyi Yonglin, whose "I think" ability is maxed out, plainly said, "No saving him, just wait to die"—it's truly dire.

"Hey, it's not my fault—he asked me to open all eight gates for him himself, called it something like 'Eight Gates Release,' just to look cool…"

Mokarosha Inin quickly defended herself, but she couldn't be blamed; without her enhancement, the man would have exploded on the spot.

"But it's precisely this kind of power I wanted to witness—joining this war was indeed the right choice!"

The group of demons and gods who had originally planned to return home now took interest upon seeing the strongest among them, after winning, collapse into a severe injury coma; they gathered around openly, staring at Jia Ji, who now wore nothing but a single pair of pants.

The Moon Capital, as the de facto losers, could not refuse—they had to smile and welcome them.

"Eww, how tragic…"

Kinjirō looked at him with a trace of sympathy; her injuries were the most severe among the surviving demons, but compared to this man, they were nothing.

Xiong Yongyi: "Drained completely…"

Iblis Suikang: "Indeed…"

Zicai Huashan: "Looks like not a drop remains."

"Hey!" Mianyue Yiji, hearing these vulgar remarks, flew into a rage and snapped back: "What do you mean by 'a filthy earthly human was drained eighteen times in three minutes by Mother in a dark room'? Explain yourselves!"

"We didn't say that much…" xN

"Enough!"

Hekatia waved her hand, pushing aside the noisy crowd; the glowing sphere on her body, representing the Moon, shimmered brightly, as if she were in high spirits.

She glanced twice at the strong, lean body, then spoke with keen interest.

"Since healing him is so troublesome… why not just not heal him at all? When he truly dies, I, the Goddess of Hell, will personally guide his soul—I'll make sure his afterlife is perfectly arranged."

As the Goddess of Hell, her values clearly differ from those of ordinary humans—she's already thinking about his afterlife.

"I can give him the position of Death God or Yanmo—even the head of the newly established 'Hall of Right and Wrong' wouldn't be out of the question…"

From this single sentence, one can see Hekatia's high status in Hell—even without direct authority, she can casually assign wandering souls to official positions, granting them state employment.

Everyone looked at her with strange expressions; Hekatia clearly wanted this man badly, and the perks she offered were truly generous.

"No way!" Yagumo Shizu immediately denied it, her tone firm, shaking her head like a rattle.

Whether the demons familiar with her or those who had only heard of this cold-hearted sage, all were taken aback by Yagumo Shizu's display of such emotion and tone.

Yagumo Shizu's public explanation was—Jia Ji was an accidental ally she found.

But clearly, their relationship was far more complex than she claimed; though the demons all had "Hakimi" crawling in their hearts, none dared ask outright.

"Can you decide for him?"

Hekatia, her pride wounded, frowned slightly; her golden eyes flickered with displeasure, and at the same time, a pressure more terrifying than Tsukuyomi's rose from her.

Instantly, everyone fell silent; they didn't want to know what this capricious Goddess of Hell would do after being refused.

"Hmm… I just know! Anyway, it's just not possible!"

Yagumo Shizu's gaze never left Jia Ji, staring at his pale face, utterly ignoring Hekatia's thoughts.

"…"

Hekatia rubbed her chin, wearing a peculiar expression—as if she felt she was bullying someone weaker.

Yet before this group of elderly goddesses, Yagumo Shizu was still just a young girl.

Because of this, since arriving in this world, Jia Ji never once teased Yagumo Shizu with the "Old Lady Purple" meme—partly because he feared being added to her grudge book, and getting sabotaged at crucial battle moments.

"Fine, do as you wish…"

Hekatia, as if suddenly realizing something, cast a suspicious glance back and forth between Yagumo Shizu and Jia Ji.

Then, as if understanding, she sighed, "Ma Ji washes his socks~ (Truly unbearable)," turned, and vanished back to Hell.

"Is there any other way?"

Yagumo Shizu turned again to the Moon Capital's intellect, but inwardly had already decided—even if it meant using the "Realm of Life and Death," an unnatural technique that would invite heavenly retribution, she would bring him back.

"No known medicine can help, but if an unknown medicine could be created… his time simply won't last long enough…"

Before Yiyi Yonglin finished speaking, a golden figure appeared and interrupted her.

"Then let me try first."

—Chunhu, "The Avenging Immortal Spirit," has arrived.

(End of Chapter)