Chapter 280: Going to Hell

Satan.

What's the matter?

Are you in Hell?

I'm here, what's up?

I want to go to Hell for a trip.

Huh?! I'm coming over to find you now.

The transmission had just been cut off, and not far ahead of Yu Lin, in the shadows, Satan's figure slowly emerged.

He was smiling all over his face as he walked toward Yu Lin:

How's it? Are you considering joining Hell?

No, I have a squad under me that was captured by the King of Lust, Asmodeus; I'm going to find him to get them back.

............... Fine then.

Satan didn't hear the answer he wanted; his smile turned displeased, but he still took Yu Lin away from the Human World toward Hell.

As they passed through a near-total darkness passage, the surroundings were absolute silence and void, as if even the concept of time had blurred.

Moments later, Yu Lin's vision suddenly shifted; a unique scent mixed with sulfur, blazing flames, and some deep demonic energy hit him.

He had already set foot in Hell.

Looking up, the sky was an unchanging dark red, like congealed blood, with no sun, moon, or stars, only distorted halos slowly flowing.

In the distance, charred mountains rose and fell; between them rolled lava rivers bubbling, reeking of foul odor and high heat, with some demons swimming in them.

Farther away, countless twisted souls could be faintly seen enduring eternal torment amidst flames and spikes, emitting faint wails that formed Hell's eternal background noise.

Barren, scorching, despairing—these are the main themes here.

However, not far from this typical purgatorial scene appeared an extremely incongruous sight—a noble castle that looked as if it had been taken straight from the Human World, magnificent and exquisite.

The castle was built of white stone blocks, with towering spires and stained-glass windows, forming a stark contrast against the surrounding scorched landscape.

What's more surprising is that outside the castle lies a meticulously tended garden, where various strange flowers and grasses glow with a soft light, some even swaying gently, as if breathing the thin vitality of Hell.

Yu Lin looked at the castle, whose style was utterly different, raised an eyebrow, and looked at Satan beside him:

Your place?

He spoke with a hint of teasing, 'Isn't the style a bit… too cozy?'

I thought it would be… well, more fitting to Hell's character, like using skulls for walls and vengeful spirits for lighting.

Satan heard this, shrugged indifferently: 'Work is work, life is life.'

Slaughtering and tormenting souls are job requirements, but when returning to one's dwelling, shouldn't one make it comfortable?

He paused, as if recalling something: 'I used to think making it gloomy and scary looked more impressive, but later I realized that aside from making myself feel awful, it actually had no practical significance.'

It's better to live like this, comfortable.

Alright, let's not talk about this anymore," Satan waved his hand, bringing the topic back to business:

You're looking for Asmodeus, right?

Yu Lin nodded: 'Yes, thanks for the trouble.'

Let's go," Satan took the lead toward that out-of-place castle:

I'll have him come over.

The two entered the castle's interior, where the decor pushed this mixed style to the extreme.

Towering domes, heavy tapestries hung on the walls, fine armor stood in the corners—completely the style of a medieval noble castle.

However, upon closer look, one would find modern sofas, a refrigerator, and such placed in the corners, and even on a wooden table sat a computer.

What surprised Yu Lin most was that his phone in his pocket vibrated slightly the moment he stepped into the castle hall, and the screen top showed it had automatically connected to the internet.

Yu Lin: '…………'

It seems Satan truly pursues quality of life and keeps up with the times.

Satan opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of cola, and tossed it to Yu Lin:

Cola from '82.

........... I dare not drink it.

Don't worry, this refrigerator can automatically lock time; even food from 82 BC wouldn't spoil.

That's more like it.

Yu Lin sat down, opened the '82 cola, took a sip; the taste was about the same as today's, just a bit sweeter with a hint of unique flavor.

Satan then sent a transmission to Asmodeus: 'What are you doing?'

These past few days, did you capture a human squad? An Eastern one?

Send them over; they're Yu Lin's subordinates.

Hmm.

After cutting off the transmission, Satan seemed to think waiting idly was boring; he casually pulled two latest-model wireless game controllers from under the coffee table, tossed one to Yu Lin, and wore a confident smile:

Want to play a round?

He lifted his chin, a touch of pride: 'Don't hold back telling you, I'm unbeatable in the Hell Game Circle; seeing you're a newcomer, want me to spot you a life?'

Yu Lin steadily took the controller, skillfully powered it on and connected; the screen instantly flashed a splendid game interface.

He curled the corner of his mouth: 'No need, I still have some confidence in my gaming skills.'

Then don't blame me for crushing newbies!" Satan laughed loudly, and the two quickly picked characters and entered versus mode.

Thus.

When Asmodeus brought those few Civil Affairs Squad members—though a bit weary but appearing unharmed—hurriedly to Satan's castle living room, what they saw was this scene:

At this moment Satan's face was flushed red, veins even faintly throbbing on his forehead; he stared fixedly at the screen where his character was jumping back and forth, being pressed to the ground and rubbed by the game character he controlled, muttering nonstop, full of disbelief and unwillingness:

"Impossible! That's absolutely impossible! How could I possibly not win a single round?!"

"Mistake! That was definitely a mistake! One more time! I must beat you in a round!"

Across from him, Yu Lin wore a carefree expression, his fingers dancing on the controller, his moves flowing like clouds and water.

He noticed Asmodeus and the others arriving, and neatly, before the next round began, executed a slick Combo that sent Satan's character away again, then set the controller down and gave a grin toward the nearly frantic Satan:

"Did you just say 'impossible' earlier, right?"

He pointed at the doorway, "Alright, they're here."

"It's just a game; we'll play again next time."

Satan: "…………"

Yu Lin turned his head toward the doorway, and when his gaze landed on Asmodeus, he couldn't help but be startled.

Because the Asmodeus before him was not the ominously male figure he had imagined.

Standing there was a stunningly gorgeous beauty whose scorching figure could drive one to crime; she wore almost no clothing, with only key areas covered by leather‑like armor, large swaths of skin exposed, her face exquisitely beautiful, her peach‑blossom eyes swirling as if with hooks, her red lips slightly parting, exuding a bone‑deep allure.

"Asmodeus?" Yu Lin asked uncertainly.

Asmodeus swayed her hips, stepping in front of Yu Lin, almost pressing against him, curled her lips in a smile, and her voice was tingling to the bone.

"It's me, dear~ How is it? Do you like the way I look?"

Before Yu Lin could answer, Satan, who had just steadied his mood yet still harbored resentment over the game's outcome, spoke irritably, exposing a flaw with a tone that hinted at sabotage:

"Don't be fooled by him."

"His specialty is Illusion Transformation into various stunning women to lure people into traps, then finally assault them in male form."

Yu Lin: "............"

"Truly worthy of the King of Lust, you play with flowers."