Welco to the tour...why does it feel like you're actually welcoming to "participate"?
Looking at the chilling depiction of hell in the brochure, along with the incarceration details and the trial regulations based on cris, the Serpent Director couldn't help but open his mouth again and said sowhat weakly:
"Isn't this... isn't this a bit overdone?"
"Overdone? It seems pretty okay to ."
Taking half a step forward and glancing at the extrely bloody images on the brochure, Leon blinked and said:
"I think the greatest significance of this isn't punishnt, but a potential deterrent. Knowing that such a thing exists is enough to curb most malicious thoughts.
Moreover, it's quite troubleso to bring the living into the Realm of the Dead for a tour, but dreaming is much simpler. When it fully opens at the end of the year, I plan to arrange for a batch of nightmares, letting new officials experience a small dream for a week to see how effective the deterrence is.
Of course, just deterrence without rewards isn't viable either. However, since the construction of the underworld branches has just begun, the rewards need to follow up slowly. Currently, the only thing we can provide is personal safety insurance for outstanding individuals. If they die from overwork during their tenure, we can guarantee a revival."
"..."
"Also, theoretically speaking, these eighteen levels of hell are just for show. But if the warning reaches this extent and is paired with corresponding welfare policies, yet one still can't resist reaching out, then putting a few people in there wouldn't be impossible either.
Given the current situation, I indeed can't fully supervise everyone while they are alive, but after they pass away naturally, I have a pretty comprehensive accountability system. No need to look further, your situation isn't included in these eighteen levels."
Glancing at the Serpent Director who was holding the "Trial Regulation of Criminal Classification" and almost pressing his eyes against it, Leon smiled and said:
"The currently established eighteen levels of hell are just the protocols for handling 'general' heinous cris. For unprecedented special cases like yours, there's a qualification for adding a private room inside. You'll be going straight to the nineteenth level then."
"..."
"Why are you looking at ? The twelve directors of the Clearing Bureau actually total thirteen people, so having a nineteenth level with my eighteen levels of hell seems quite reasonable, doesn't it?"
Under the gaze filled with a hint of fear from the Serpent Director for the first ti, Leon reached a hand to pat him lightly on the shoulder twice, secretly stirring the stormy Heart Lake of the Serpent Director, then promised with a cheerful smile:
"When your ti cos, I'll make sure to pay you a visit. I possess the authority of [Fear], and Emma has almost consolidated the authority of [Punishnt] recently while supervising the eighteen levels of hell.
Considering your unprecedented 'accomplishnts' in the past, it'll be worth the two of us to craft a single-person hell for you to dwell until the Realm of the Dead perishes."
"..."
Damn it... you wish! If that day ever really cos, I'd rather explode my own soul than go to your place!
"Friendly reminder, even if you commit suicide, it won't be of any use."
The pupils and whites of two eyeballs instantly reversed, showcasing a unique aura of 49.9% of the Overlords of the Dead Realm. Then, Leon, whose whole body slowly faded, laughed in the shocked eyes of the Serpent Director:
"After I conquered the entire Realm of the Dead, I gained the ability to reach the death's end beneath the [Cliff of Doomsday]. Even if you shred your soul into a thousand pieces, you'd end up reporting there eventually.
So, preemptive suicide is rely a slight inconvenience to . As long as I'm willing to spend the ti gathering, I can still piece together the fragnted you, and find a way to drag you back for punishnt... hehe, the conversation strayed a bit."
After pulling the "Welco to the Underworld Branch" out of the stiff fingers of the Serpent Director, Leon weighed the not-so-thin brochure in his hand and smilingly asked:
"By the way, I ask you, can this, change the present world?"
As Leon inquired, the You Sui Sanctuary they were in glowed faintly. The Serpent Director's lips uncontrollably opened, squeezing words out from between his teeth:
"Perhaps... it could... but this is... forcibly..."
"Snap!"
Reaching into the mirror world to find the communicator developed by the scholars of the Crolock Kingdom and slamming it onto the brochure, Leon continued to ask:
"By adding this with this, could it change the present world?"
"Or... maybe... but only... partly..."
"Snap!"
Taking out William's old textbook and smashing it onto the communicator, Leon, enjoying the satisfaction of recreating a classic scene, couldn't help but happily pursue further:
"And adding this? Once people are trained as well, can it completely change the present world?"
"Probably... maybe... but it's just... your assumption..."
Tsk... not cooperating at all.
Finished... it's truly over this ti!!!
Just as Leon retracted the props, dismayed that the last question couldn't successfully emulate, the clothes on the back of "Prince Vernon" had already uncontrollably seeped large patches of moisture.
The ointnt! The ointnt from the You Sui Sanctuary is out!
Gazing at the hanging white droplets above, and inhaling the exotic fragrance that began to seep into him slowly, the Serpent Director's soul instinctively curled up entirely, desperately trying to avoid the soaking ointnt.
Unfortunately, the characteristic of [Justice] authority is absolute 'fairness'. One must adhere to 'justice' oneself to influence others.
To reverse the influence on Leon, the Serpent Director had already entrusted his [Justice] to the You Sui Sanctuary, rging with the ointnt condensed over thousands of years, losing the qualification to withdraw. Evading even beca a luxury.
No! This can't go on like this!
Even though the Serpent Director fought hard against it, the ideological embodint of the ointnt continued to drip under his influence, like an ancient water torture, drop by drop impacting his forehead, continually seeping deeper into his soul.
This topic can't continue anymore! At least in the matter of the Thirteen Kingdoms, it's absolutely impossible to win against him!
But if I can't refute him, then I will beco the "anointed" one! As long as he doesn't break his word, I have to beco his 'follower'! And he just said...
He's going to give a private room in the nineteenth level of hell, making stay until the world ends!
...
"I... I admit, your strategy... might indeed hold potential for changing the present world!"
Clenching his teeth to give a positive answer, reluctantly acknowledging Leon's idea, the Serpent Director, while struggling against the ointnt's sudden torrent over his head, shouted at the top of his lungs:
"But your idea about the Clearing Bureau... is absolutely wrong! Without the Clearing Bureau, humanity is dood!"
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