A war without gunfire is about to begin.

Just at the critical moment, the gates of hell opened wide, and a demon stepped out.

The devil smiled and pulled a great arcanist out of the door.

Everyone in the conference room: "..."

"Please have the chairman of the Arcane Council sign for your package."

The archmage who had been dragged out was still cursing, "Bullshit! They can even deliver live people by express delivery!"

All the archmages: "..."

The archmage pulled out his pocket watch, glanced at it, and then yelled, "Bullshit! Not even a second has passed!"

The archmages, silently swallowing a mouthful of blood: "..."

The archmage examined his soul again, exclaiming, "Ugh! Bullshit!!! My soul feels like it's been bitten by a dozen mosquitoes!"

"Damn! There was absolutely no loss!"

The archmages: "..."

"Oh my god! Has the devil changed his ways this year? Is he planning to steal the angels' jobs??"

The Grand Archmage Councilor, sitting at the head of the conference table, expressionlessly produced a Hellish Express delivery slip.

The ornate quill pen swished and wrote a few lines of sloppy handwriting.

He gritted his teeth and said to the devil, "Please, send this eyesore of an idiot back to where he came from!"

...

A similar scene also occurred at the Mage Guild.

The Dharma Saints sat together, completely bewildered.

Eugenia, the Archmage in charge of the Magic Association's finances, is about to need oxygen.

"Who will we sell our magic teleportation scrolls to in the future?"

All the Dharma Saints: "..."