Bleak. Gloomy. Chaotic. Filled with endless screams.

Hell always looked the same.

Barren ground and jagged rocks stretched endlessly in every direction. Everywhere you looked there were mountains of blades, seas of fire, rivers of blood, and lakes of molten lava.

Countless instruments of torture filled the landscape, each designed specifically to torment the wicked.

The ogres of Hell were weak.

Their battle power sat near the bottom of the hierarchy.

Still, they rarely needed to fight anyway.

Most sinners sent to Hell had once been powerful, but no matter how strong they had been in life, they were now merely dead souls.

And Hell possessed specialized machines designed specifically to deal with the dead.

Machines capable of freezing souls solid.

Once frozen, handling them became easy.

Some were boiled alive in massive cauldrons.

Others were thrown into blood lakes to thaw slowly while suffering through Hell’s punishments firsthand.

The dead could not truly die.

Even if their souls were blown apart completely, they would simply regenerate inside Hell.

Which turned punishment into endless torture.

Pajero had only spent a short time there, yet the psychological trauma already ran deep.

The moment he discovered the crack leading back to the living world, he escaped with everything he had.

He never wanted to return again.

Unfortunately.

Caelum sent him right back.

And when Pajero tried escaping a second time, he discovered that the ogres had already stationed soul-freezing machines around the Hell Rift.

The ground was littered with frozen souls.

At that moment, Pajero’s expression darkened completely.

Rage. Hatred. Frustration.

Countless emotions twisted together before finally erupting into a furious roar.

"Just you wait, brat!"

Flash!

Caelum appeared directly inside Hell.

Under Pajero’s stunned stare, he calmly asked,

"You looking for me?"

"..."

Pajero suddenly fell silent.

Then Caelum casually vaporized him with a single blast.

Caelum spread his senses throughout Hell before flying straight toward the region overflowing with the densest evil energy.

His figure vanished in an instant.

Towering smoke clouds rose into the sky.

Volcanoes erupted violently amid constant earthquakes.

Everywhere was barren devastation.

This was the area with the strongest auras in all of Hell.

Caelum stopped and glanced around.

Tap.

Footsteps echoed nearby.

Another familiar figure entered his vision.

The man grinned smugly.

"Welcome to Hell, kid."

"Hainor."

Seeing someone he’d personally killed standing before him again felt strangely amusing.

Hainor had intended to continue mocking him, but then he suddenly noticed something.

There was no halo above Caelum’s head.

His expression froze.

Realization struck immediately.

"You didn’t die?"

"As you can see, I’m very much alive."

After processing that, Hainor burst into loud laughter.

"Hahaha! I’ve seen countless dead souls desperately trying to escape Hell, but you’re the first idiot I’ve ever seen willingly walking into it. Did someone beat the brains out of you?"

"Today’s turning out pretty entertaining."

Running into two old acquaintances in one day genuinely put Caelum in a rare good mood.

He glanced off into the distance.

"I’d love to keep catching up, but let’s leave it here. I think I’m about to get busy."

"Hm?"

Hainor sensed numerous powerful auras rapidly approaching.

A grin spread across his face as he sat down nearby to watch.

"You do your thing."

It had been a long time.

And this kid had become absurdly stronger.

Hainor didn’t really hate him.

Losing and dying to someone stronger was normal in their world.

No hard feelings.

Honestly, seeing Caelum again in Hell stirred a strange sense of nostalgia.

Boom!

Flames of aura exploded across the sky as more than twenty figures descended before Caelum.

Leading them was none other than Zorvak.

Behind him stood over twenty members of the Mashet Race, each only slightly weaker than him.

After spending millions of years in Hell, their sins still had not been cleansed.

But their power had continued growing all that time.

If the Mashet Race had possessed this kind of strength millions of years ago, the previous North Kai would never have come close to wiping them out.

Zorvak grinned wildly.

"Didn’t expect to see each other again this soon, did you?"

He cracked his knuckles loudly.

"Since you’ve already entered Hell, why not stay here permanently?"

Then he laughed.

"Thanks to you, I managed to reunite with my people."

Caelum slowly swept his gaze across the Mashet Race.

Then he raised three fingers calmly.

"Skip the warm up."

His tone was utterly casual.

"I’ll give you three seconds. Fuse already and show me what you’ve got."

"As you wish!"

Zorvak’s confidence surged.

The auras of the Mashet Race connected instantly.

More than twenty figures transformed into pure energy and merged into Zorvak’s body.

Boom!

A terrifying aura exploded outward.

Fifty billion!

One hundred billion!

Three hundred billion!

The energy finally stabilized at three hundred fifty billion battle power.

His aura had surpassed Caelum’s normal state of three hundred billion.

Seeing this, Caelum smiled faintly.

Then an even more terrifying aura erupted from his body.

"Second Form."

Boom!

Power ten times greater than his normal state exploded outward instantly.

The entire Hell Realm shook violently.

This quake was far worse than the last one.

Three trillion battle power.

Caelum did not even need to activate his hundredfold Burst Technique.

Second Form alone completely overwhelmed Zorvak.

Before Caelum’s three trillion power, Zorvak’s aura resembled a tiny candle flame trapped in a hurricane, flickering on the verge of extinction.

Nearby, Hainor was struck by the aftermath alone and exploded into a cloud of blood.

After reviving moments later, he stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"This kid actually became this strong?!"

Rumble!

Hell’s ground shattered under the pressure of Caelum’s aura.

Massive cracks spread endlessly across the landscape.

Caelum merely glanced at Zorvak.

That alone blasted him flying into the far distance.

"Weak enough that I don’t even feel like fighting."

Caelum teleported directly in front of the airborne Zorvak and erased him with a single blast.

Disappointment filled his voice.

"I thought your fusion would amount to something."

"Turns out this is all you’ve got."

Moments later, Zorvak regenerated once again.

His fusion forcibly unraveled.

The battle had ended completely.

And overwhelmingly.

Staring at the utterly unbeatable Caelum, Zorvak roared in frustration.

Caelum quietly waited for a moment.

But no white vortex appeared.

His brows furrowed.

"So even fused Zorvak still isn’t the strongest being in this world?"

Caelum had unquestionably defeated and killed him.

Yet he still hadn’t returned to reality.

Which meant one thing.

Someone stronger than Zorvak still existed within the Super Universe.

"Could it really be Supreme Kai?"

As he pondered the possibility, a white ring suddenly appeared before him.

It expanded into a portal.

Then a white-haired young man stepped out from within.

Caelum looked slightly surprised.

The newcomer carried the aura of a god.

"Supreme Kai?"