pertwk Chapter 292 The Decision of Avici Hell
Chapter 292 The Decision of Avici Hell
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Avici Hell.
In a palace built of lava, two figures sat on volcanic stone chairs to the left and right of the throne.
One is a demon with exceptionally feminine beauty—
Her waist-length hair was tied up with a court headdress, and she wore an almost transparent purple gauze. Her body was voluptuous and alluring, and every curve was a deadly poison.
The other was a man wearing a black robe with bandages wrapped around his face.
Strangely, he had no eyes; his eye sockets were empty.
What's even stranger is that, despite having no eyes, you can still feel his gaze.
These two are the only remaining great demons in the Avici Hell.
The Demon Goddess—Lilith.
Beelzebub, the gluttonous king of flies.
Lilith's eyes were a deep, dark purple, her cat-like pupils slightly narrowed, and every smile and frown was captivating.
"By the time Lord Satan returns, that manager named Twilight will be truly dead, won't he?"
Beelzebub's voice was sinister:
"He will bring Medusa back."
How would you put it in human terms?
A double success in both love and career?
Even I'm envious.
At that moment, footsteps echoed inside the hall.
The two great demons looked in the direction of the sound—
It has a ram's head, a human body, and black dragon wings. Its entire body is covered in long black hair, and it holds a trident.
Satan, the ruler of hell.
He walked to the lava throne, his face extremely grim.
Lilith was immediately horrified.
Seeing her like this, how could she not know what had happened?
Failed.
Satan failed! How is that possible!
Beelzebub asked:
"Master, what... happened?"
Satan sighed reluctantly:
"The Cowherd is right."
Over thousands of years, there have been many masters, but only twilight is unique.
He raised his head, gazing at the towering sky above the vast hall, and said with a wry smile:
"I initially thought the Cowherd was exaggerating, but I never expected... hehe..."
Beelzebub frowned:
"That fool, the Cowherd, has refused to say what's so special about dusk from beginning to end."
Satan shook his head:
"He forgot, so you can't blame him."
Beelzebub was silent for a moment:
"Master, what do we do next?"
A raging fire instantly ignited in Satan's eyes:
"I will open the gates of the deepest hell."
His gaze lingered between Lilith and Beelzebub:
"You, go and kill him."
Lilith and Beelzebub exchanged a glance, both seeing the excitement in each other's eyes.
Although they are great demons of hell, they have also been imprisoned in hell for far too long.
Who wouldn't want to visit that wonderful world on earth?
Beelzebub tentatively asked:
"But...didn't Master always forbid us from attacking Zero Antique Shop?"
Satan clenched his fist tightly, his face filled with remorse:
"Now... things are different."
If I didn't need to guard that monster deep in hell, I would even have liked to take action myself.
He once forbade Hell from targeting antique shops because he feared the curse of karma.
Even if Lilith or Beelzebub kills Twilight, he will still be implicated by the curse.
But now, the curse of cause and effect has descended—a burden he and Athena will bear together.
"Dealing with Dusk now is not difficult."
Satan continued:
He has left Zero Antique Shop.
The current manager of the shop is... Medusa.
Lilith and Beelzebub looked at each other again, both seeing disbelief in each other's eyes.
The Zero Antique Shop has changed hands just like that?
Beelzebub frowned and asked:
"Now that the enemy has changed from Twilight to Medusa, why don't we attack Medusa?"
Lilith smiled and said:
"Medusa is your old flame, how could you possibly harm her?"
Satan shook his head:
"No.
In my eyes, dusk is more dangerous than Medusa.
He must have a backup plan, and he will definitely take over the antique shop again soon.
Therefore, Twilight must die before he takes over again.
A barely perceptible hint of fear flickered in his eyes.
He knew perfectly well—
The day he takes over the antique shop again at dusk will be the day his demise is not far off.
The terrifying curse of the Zero Antique Shop will turn Twilight into a god-slaying blade.
. . . . . .
Nanhai, Nanmu Street.
The autumn wind swept withered leaves across the street, making a soft, rustling sound.
A man walked down the street, his steps aimless, like a walking corpse whose soul had been taken away.
He was wearing a black shirt, a matching business vest, and a black trench coat over it.
He was dressed in black from head to toe, as if he had just walked out of a funeral.
His name is Jiang Chaosheng.
Something strange happened to him.
He has amnesia—his memory is stuck two years ago. In other words, he remembers nothing that happened in the past two years.
It's like a book that has had most of its pages torn out, leaving only the beginning and the page right now.
Jiang Chaosheng didn't know where he was going.
He stopped in front of a coffee shop, as if his legs didn't want to walk anymore.
He looked down and touched the fabric of his clothes.
It feels substantial, has a fine texture, and dense stitching—this is a high-end, handcrafted product.
But... how could I possibly afford to wear clothes like this?
He rubbed his throbbing temples, trying to retrieve something from his blank mind.
Because of emotional problems, I kept hitting roadblocks at work and my mood plummeted.
and then?
Then it was pitch black.
When I opened my eyes again, it was today, on this street, and I was wearing this black outfit of unknown origin.
"Huh? Ah Sheng?"
A surprised female voice rang out from the side.
Jiang Chaosheng turned his head and saw a woman with her hair in a bun and wearing a cheongsam waving at him.
The hairpin was inserted diagonally into her dark hair, making her neck appear long and slender like white porcelain.
Are you calling me?
"Ah Sheng, what brings you here today? Come in and have a seat?"
The woman smiled broadly, as if he were an old acquaintance.
Jiang Chaosheng looked up at the coffee shop's sign—Jinmu Coffee Shop.
This woman... knows what has happened to me in the past two years?
Without further hesitation, he stepped inside.
The woman led the way while saying:
"What's wrong with you today? Please sit down, I'll make you some tea."
sister in law?
Jiang Chaosheng's heart skipped a beat.
The woman was making tea in the coffee shop; their relationship was clearly not ordinary.
He walked calmly to the window and sat down.
Sunlight streamed through the glass and fell onto the tabletop, creating distinct grids of light and shadow.
While the woman was making tea, he tried to recall carefully. There was nothing.
It was completely empty, like a room where all the furniture had been moved out.
Jiang Chaosheng suddenly remembered something and reached out to grope his body.
He had a habit of writing a diary and always carried a notebook with him.
Sure enough, I found a palm-sized notebook in the inside pocket.
He turned the book over, and his brows slowly furrowed.
Much of the content in the diary had been torn out, leaving only one page.
"My name is Jiang Chaosheng. Today is December 15th. I am dead."
My fingers paused for a moment.
"I should have killed that woman a long time ago."
She died, and all the subsequent disasters will not happen.
I will not fall under the curse, nor will I lose the protection of Antique Shop Zero, nor will I be betrayed by members of the Forbidden Society.
"The members of the Forbidden Society have all betrayed me."
Daji watched as the Jinghe Dragon King disobeyed his orders.
Jin Meiting, Xia Li, Liu Weiqian, and Zhong Shu stayed far away.
Even Yang Xiao hid—he's not coming to save me at all!
Jiang Chaosheng stared at these lines of text, his pupils trembling slightly.
"The Forbidden Society... Jin Meiting, Liu Weiqian, Zhong Shu, Yang Xiao..."
Who are these people?
"Daji? Isn't that a character from mythology?"
"Betrayal? Who are these people? Why did they betray me?"
His fingertips traced the last sentence, then suddenly remembered something, abruptly pulled out his phone, and turned on the screen—
The calendar shows: November 30th.
He looked down at the line of text on the diary again:
"Today is December 15th," and then—"I am dead."
In other words, according to what's written on this paper, December 25th is his death date.
And today, there are only twenty-five days left until that day.
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