CHAPTER 101: 101 I SPLIT 50-50 WITH HER (1/3)

"So, what’s this all about?"

Molten Hell.

Herbert blinked as he was transported to the area, looking at the scene before him with a subtly peculiar expression.

"Hiss... Mourning Dark Shroud?"

It’s really not his fault for lacking insight; the scene unfolding before him was somewhat unexpected.

It even looked somewhat comically absurd.

In Herbert’s puzzled gaze, the Devil who had always acted mysteriously in front of him was now hanging pathetically upside down on the wall of the Bronze Fortress...

Yes, hanging upside down.

Even capitalists hanging from telephone poles weren’t this pitiful. They would just hang by their necks like rain dolls, while Kreti was hung by her ankles like an inversion.

A Demon transformed into a self-sacrificing figure was indeed laughable.

Herbert had finally been tricked by the Demon, taking Kreti’s claim of "Flora? Ha, I’m even with her!" too lightly.

Kreti was in no state to contend with Flora’s clear mind and was being toyed with like a hot weapon—

The Demon was tied up with a complex rope pattern resembling a tortoiseshell knot, accentuating her voluptuous figure.

Kreti’s already revealing and glamorous dress was mostly burned, barely covering much, exposing a good amount of fair skin.

No exaggeration to say, if the rope tightened any further, it would definitely turn into a restricted display.

More than the display, the truly restricted area was the passionate curses echoing across Molten Hell.

"You scum! Damn Demon! I advise you to let me go right now! Or I definitely won’t spare you!"

"You damn Devil! I must chop off your head and hang it on the highest peak of Hell! Throw it into the deepest blood pool!"

"I will hollow out your chest and stuff it full of the dirty carcasses of Angels!"

Kreti felt unsatisfied after swearing for a while and switched to another language that Herbert couldn’t understand.

"***! ***! ******* (Common Abyssal Language)"

["Do you need me to translate this for you?"]

At this moment, a certain Harmonious God thoughtfully popped his head out, eager to take on the work of simultaneous translation but was gently declined by Herbert.

"It’s not necessary. Judging by her expression, it doesn’t seem like she’s saying anything good."

["Indeed, even I must admit it sounds a bit excessive."]

Nenasha agreed profoundly, exclaiming: ["But she’s quite talented, actually managing to curse out a well-crafted thirteen-line epic in her swearing."]

["Your Disciplinary Hall is truly fascinating! Every prisoner has unique skills, none are pushovers."]

"Of course, everyone here is talented, speaks well, and looks good."

The inverted lady swayed left and right with her most depraved, most blasphemous, most hellish curses, turning around uncontrollably as she cursed.

Then, she made eye contact with Herbert, who was beside her watching the spectacle.

"***! **! Hmm?"

"Hey hey hey!"

"You!"

Kreti’s eyes lit up seeing Herbert, she shook excitedly, exclaiming, "You’re finally back! This scum doesn’t listen to me at all..."

Creaaak.

The ropes tightened suddenly, squeezing into a subtle spot, causing Kreti to shiver and let out a fleeting, somewhat lustful cry.

"Ah~ You!!?"

Then she quickly realized, her expression changed dramatically, and she continued her angry cursing.

"****!"

After cursing a few words, she remembered something, glared angrily at the spectating Herbert, gritting her teeth: "Hey! What are you still waiting for over there? Haven’t you watched enough?"

Herbert nodded, looking at Kreti’s angry expression, then glanced at her body, focusing on the bizarre marks painted on her abdomen.

These were not branding or engravings, but heart-shaped demonic patterns drawn and smeared with black paint—a classic enchanting demon’s design.

The harm wasn’t much, but the insult was immense.

Herbert contemplated it for a while, silently nodding, unable to resist applauding.

Clap, clap, clap.

See, this is called professionalism!

See the lines, see the patterns, perfectly fitting the body’s curves, far superior to those small stickers that wash off easily.

Herbert sighed deeply, shaking his head in sighs, "Miss Kreti, I didn’t expect you... to have such a hobby."

Inverted: ?

"What hobby are you talking about? I’m... no!? Whose side are you on!!?"

Kreti felt extremely uncomfortable seeing Herbert’s playful smile, growing more furious: "Get moving already!"

"Why are you just watching!?"

The Demon’s voice was ear-piercing, yet Herbert remained unmoved, instead turning to look at the pink-haired figure soaking most of her body in the Magma Pool, nodding his head and smiling:

"Miss Flora, we finally meet again."

The petite Enchanting Demon at this moment showed no sign of her previous violent Lava Giant state, furrowing her brow as she glanced at Herbert, uncertainly saying, "...I remember you, your name is Herbert?"

"Yes, since you remember me, that makes things much easier."

Herbert walked barefoot on the high-temperature semi-liquid magma, casually approaching Flora.

The flames nourished his soul, strengthened his physique, propelling his body towards a higher tier.

Since receiving the "Blessing of the Saintess" at the Sealing Sanctuary over a week ago, he had been soaking in this hot bath for over a week.

Fortunately, the flames merely required a single burn to elevate the entire body, sparing him the trouble of secretly crafting a Flame Holy Grail—the qualifying kind.

Herbert’s body had already undergone significant improvement, successfully reaching the Middle Tier just a few days ago.

He himself thoroughly enjoyed the process, yet such dangerous actions appeared completely different to those unaware.

Pure self-harm.

Unaware of the situation, Flora squinted her eyes, surprisingly observing the young Paladin she had only met once before, carefully examining his expression, astonished to confirm he was truly not pretending.

"Huh?"

Could he be carrying Legendary Magical Artifacts that protect against fire?

Herbert halted his steps two meters from Flora, smiling as he asked: "Is it convenient to chat now?"

"Are you here to plead for her?"

"Of course not."

Herbert chuckled, shaking his head, asking, "But I’m curious, what exactly did she do to you? To make you so furious?"

She’s already strung up and beaten.

"Her? Ha, that depends on which matter you’re asking about."

Flora sneered, completely disregarding Kreti’s worth, casually saying: "But none of it matters now, since every stupid thing she does are all foolish acts."