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"Big brother."
"Mm."
"What's this?"
At the edge of the Underworld's Pure Land, Anya stared with undisguised curiosity. Her brother had waved his right hand, and a pool of blood had materialized before them.
A pool of blood that bubbled and gurgled ominously.
It looked terrifying.
But Anya had spent years in Hell. Her threshold for horror had been raised considerably. So while the blood pool before her looked deeply unsettling, she was more curious about what it actually was.
Hawk didn't answer imdiately. Instead, he reached into the Eden Apple and pulled out a Heavenly soul—one with eyes as pure and innocent as an untainted college freshman—and tossed it directly into the blood pool.
The mont the Heavenly soul entered, the boiling pool went still.
Only then did Hawk turn to his little sister with a smile. "Thought you might get bored here. Making you so playmates."
Anya blinked at her brother.
"Playmates?"
"Mm."
Hawk smiled, then looked back at the blood pool, which had begun boiling again. "You'll see in a mont."
As his words fell.
Sothing within the churning pool seed to be rising to the surface.
Anya watched without blinking.
The next second.
A woman erged from the blood pool like a goddess rising from a bath—fierce horns crowning her head, her entire body a deep crimson.
Anya's eyes went wide.
"Brother, this is..."
"A Blood Elf."
Hawk's lips curved upward.
He gazed at the figure floating serenely in the pool—perfectly balanced between the Blood God, Hell, and Heaven. She looked up at him with eyes of pure innocence. And for a mont, Hawk felt sothing stir within him.
The sensation of being a Creator.
This was what he'd conceived and brought into existence over the past few days, after obtaining and refining the Blood God dinsion, then rging it into his Underworld.
A life form that belonged exclusively to his realm.
Even though his Cosmo hadn't fully materialized in reality yet.
But that didn't matter.
Beings of the Underworld only required souls.
And the Eden Apple he'd taken from cloning expert Dr. rrick contained an ocean of blank Heavenly souls.
But those souls belonged to Heaven.
If Hawk wanted to use them, he had to cleanse them first—wash away Heaven's mark and make them his own.
That hadn't been possible before.
His Cosmo wasn't fully materialized yet. It couldn't perform soul-cleansing functions.
But then La Magra died, leaving behind an ownerless Blood God dinsion. A real, physical dinsion that existed in reality.
And that was...
Perfect!
Hawk hadn't rushed to claim the Blood God dinsion. He'd wrapped his Sixth Sense around it for days, waiting until he was absolutely certain La Magra's soul had completely dissipated. Only then did he accept the inheritance.
phisto's words couldn't be trusted—not even the punctuation.
By the sa logic.
He hadn't fully believed La Magra either.
phisto wasn't a good person.
Did that an La Magra was?
Hawk had waited several days. When his Sixth Sense confird that the Blood God dinsion was genuinely collapsing without its master, he finally claid it. Then, after a few more days of experintation, he rged it into his Underworld.
From this mont forward, his Cosmo had an anchor point in the real universe.
The Blood God—
Forget it.
The Blood God was dead. The kind of dead where burning paper money at his grave wouldn't help. This dinsion should be called the Blood Dinsion now.
The dried-up husk was the Blood God dinsion. His Blood Dinsion had nothing to do with that corpse.
With the Reality Stone in hand.
Filling the Blood Dinsion to the brim was as simple as a single thought.
But Hawk—who had previously unlocked a portion of the Reality Stone's processing power by absorbing life energy—had once again maxed out the Stone's computational load.
Still—
IT WAS ALL WORTH IT.
With the Blood Dinsion, he could now convert the ocean of souls in the Eden Apple, transforming those Heaven-aligned spirits into a race that belonged solely to him.
The Blood Elves.
The Blood Elf who had erged from the pool fixed her bright, clear eyes on Hawk standing at the shore. Her form shifted.
The demonic horns symbolizing death vanished from her head. Long, silky crimson hair cascaded down her back. Pointed ears—the signature trait of elvenkind—frad her face. She stepped out of the pool wearing a flowing crimson dress, walked to Hawk, and dropped to one knee. She looked up at him.
"Master."
"Mm."
Hawk studied this first Blood Elf of his creation—gazing up at him with those seductive yet ethereal eyes—and smiled. "From now on, your na is Kayla. Matriarch of the Blood Elf race."
The Blood Elf Kayla's voice was ethereal and lodic. "Thank you, Master."
"Rise."
"Yes." Kayla rose gracefully, then turned to Anya and imdiately dropped to one knee again.
"Young Miss."
"...Brother?" Anya blinked in confusion, looking at Hawk.
Hawk smiled at his little sister. "The Underworld's Blood Elves will be your personal guard. Kayla is the captain I've prepared for you. You said I never let you venture beyond Pure Land, right? With Kayla, if you want to visit the Blazing Prison, you can."
True, the Underworld was his domain. Nothing escaped his perception.
But—
He'd finally found his sister again. He wasn't about to let anything happen to her.
Even if Hawk could guarantee with one hundred percent certainty that Anya was safe within his Underworld.
He still couldn't shake the worry.
It was probably an illness.
Hawk knew this about himself. But now that the Underworld had its own exclusive life form in the Blood Elves, the problem was solved.
As beings he'd created with his own hands—completely and utterly loyal to him—Blood Elves were perfect as his sister's guards.
This way, even when he wasn't in the Underworld, Anya could explore beyond Pure Land without any safety concerns.
Sure enough.
The mont Anya heard she could visit the Blazing Prison, her eyes lit up. She couldn't contain her smile.
"Really?"
"Of course."
Hawk looked at Anya with adoring indulgence. "But only with Kayla and her Blood Elves accompanying you."
Anya blinked.
"Blood Elves... plural?"
"Of course."
Hawk smiled, then with a thought, sent more Heavenly souls cascading into the blood pool.
As the pool erupted into a rolling boil, these souls—originally branded by Heaven—underwent transformation in the Underworld's blood pool. One by one, they erged reborn: Blood Elves of varying appearances, but all sharing golden hair, erald eyes, and tall, stunning figures.
Naturally.
Where there were females, there had to be males.
But compared to the breathtakingly beautiful female Blood Elves, the male Blood Elves Hawk created were... considerably less aesthetically gifted.
The most direct evidence? The male Blood Elves were so ugly they didn't even warrant a description.
If the female Blood Elves were Hawk's masterpieces—powerful yet beautiful, crafted with loving attention—
The male Blood Elves were clearly phoned in.
But this was perfectly normal.
n were beasts of burden. What did they need to look good for?
If the female Blood Elves were created to serve as his sister's guards, then the male Blood Elves existed to be workhorses.
"Your na is Kai."
Hawk glanced at the first male Blood Elf to erge from the pool and assigned a na off the top of his head. "From today onward, you will be stationed in the Blazing Prison, managing the damned souls within."
The male Blood Elf nad Kai responded in a deep, powerful voice.
Yes.
Male Blood Elves were created specifically to help Hawk manage the Blazing Prison.
After all, his Prison now housed over five hundred souls.
This was sothing phisto had promised him.
Every soul Hawk killed belonged to him.
Whether phisto and Yahweh were actually allies—as La Magra had claid—or not...
One sentence sumd it up.
Not his problem. He'd never actually believed phisto in the first place.
Was phisto deceiving or manipulating him? Did it matter? No, it didn't.
Only children made either-or choices.
Heaven?
Hell?
HE WANTED BOTH!
Before, he hadn't had the manpower. Even if he'd conquered Hell, he couldn't have personally managed Earth's cycle of life and death.
But now he could create his own race. He had subordinates with absolute loyalty.
Given that—phisto no longer needed to exist.
A tiger doesn't share its den with another predator.
...
"Old ph."
"Don't say I never gave you a chance."
"Agreeing to cooperate with you was the chance."
"You'd better hold onto it tight."
Hawk watched the male Blood Elves continue erging from the pool, a cold smile playing at his lips as these thoughts ran through his mind.
As thousands of male Blood Elves took up residence in the Blazing Prison, the souls who had been finding ways to slack off and minimize their suffering suddenly found themselves face-to-face with their very own wardens.
Soul after soul scread in agony as they were beaten.
Including rrick, who had been half-assing it in the Frozen Prison.
rrick—who had died more tis than he could count—respawned and stayed perfectly still, waiting for the extre cold to consu him again.
His strategy: if he didn't think, he wouldn't feel the pain.
But with the arrival of two male Blood Elves, Dr. rrick's screams echoed through the frozen wastes.
One Blood Elf flicked his right hand. A blood-red whip materialized and cracked across rrick's face like lightning.
CRACK!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
"MOVE IT!"
Dr. rrick stared at the male Blood Elves—definitely not here before, but here now—his brain seemingly short-circuiting.
CRACK!
Another lash. rrick scread in agony.
Alexander Pierce—who had been walking ahead this entire ti, never once considering giving up despite dying countless tis—heard the screams behind him. He shook his head, then continued forward in silence.
Hawk, standing above the Frozen Prison, looked down at Alexander Pierce and frowned slightly.
After a mont's thought.
He decided not to check on Alexander Pierce.
After all—
He'd given the man two chances already.
There wouldn't be a third.
Hawk thought this to himself, then let his consciousness ascend, returning to reality.
What he saw:
Gwen, already changed, stepping out of the walk-in closet.
"Let's go."
"Peter and Felicia are already at the church."
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