The hellhound lay dying on the burning ground.

Its body rose and fell slowly, all three heads sticking out their tongues, no longer capable of resisting.

Cerberus withstood five Calamity spells head-on, comparable to enduring five War spells.

Despite his broken body, he still stubbornly lives on.

Viktor narrowed his eyes as he watched its health points dwindle.

At this moment, he had already won.

The underworld has recognized your qualifications.

The heavy, double-horned skull-shaped steel gate rose silently once more, covered in lava patterns, still exuding a dangerous aura.

But now it seems as if they are welcoming Viktor in.

The gods were astonished by your victory, especially the one who only wanted to see you fall before your opponent.

He memorizes your scent, and you will be under his constant attention.

The Queen of the Underworld, "???", wishes to speak with you. She will wait for you in the garden before the gates of Hell after you leave the Underworld.

You will continue to be watched by Hades with a "???" expression.

The steel gate slowly opened.

Between the doors, a crimson vortex seemed to emerge from nothingness, beckoning Victor to enter.

The underworld will continue to welcome you.

"A nice welcome ceremony."

Viktor's lips curled into a smile, clearly delighted.

"But we're not there yet."

At the same time, Vega circled a few times in the air and gracefully landed on Victor's shoulder.

Behind Victor, the gate to the dead, overflowing with eerie green smoke, burst open with a roar.

A strange, eerie green vortex emerged from the doorway, from which emerged an enormous, skeletal arm.

They firmly grasped Cerberus's legs, which were extending their scarlet blades.

Faced with the sudden situation, it widened its six eyes, howling and struggling.

However, as its power gradually waned, it was powerless to resist being pulled away from the gates of the deep hell, its vision gradually enveloped by a dark green mist.

Finally, its body, burning with crimson flames, was completely sealed inside the gate of the dead.

The two doors slammed shut with a violent crash, and the mysterious writing that had appeared before Victor vanished without a trace.

The two large doors slammed shut, and the mysterious inscription in front of Viktor fell silent.

Victor looked at the gates of the deepest hell, dusted off his trench coat, and said politely:

"I need a guard pet."

"Now, it's mine."

Victor bowed gracefully toward the gates of Hell:

"So, we'll meet again someday."

He transformed into a wisp of eerie green smoke, and the smoke and dust behind his face merged into the goat skull hanging on the gate of the dead.

The gate slowly crumbled, turning into eerie green flames that gradually dissipated.

Hell's borders have returned to normal, with orange flames surging, sparks flashing, and the sound of steel twisting echoing in the empty land.

Aside from the open door and the dog that was missing in front of it.

[...]

The gods were angry; they were both furious and laughing.

Your actions have incurred the wrath of countless gods, for you have taken away the watchdog of hell right under their noses.

[Pluto was furious, thinking "???"]

Your small actions will be recorded in the underworld.

[When you next visit the underworld]

You will be sunk into a scorching river in the underworld.

[The soul is stripped away and offered as a sacrifice to all other souls.]

...

Enveloped in eerie green flames, Victor passed through the Gate of the Dead and stepped into the realm filled with golden wheat.

Thick, dark clouds filled the sky, and a misty wind swept across the wheat fields.

Vega raised his jet-black wing and wiped his forehead, shaking off a few drops of non-existent sweat.

"Wow, that's really exciting."

"I never imagined you would actually steal this dog right under those guys' noses."

Vega looked up and saw the huge, three-headed dog lying panting in the middle of the wheat field.

With its tongue sticking out, it looked like it was about to die.

Victor calmly met Cerberus's gaze.

As a watchdog of hell, it naturally cannot be brought into the human world by any normal means.

However, Viktor possesses the necromancer's domain, and the domain of the dead does not belong to the human world.

This place will soon serve as a bridge to the human world, quietly bringing Cerberus into reality.

"Those gods can't return to the human world, so we are safe."

As long as Victor doesn't return to the Underworld, neither the Underworld nor the gods can do anything to him.

As for now...

"It's up to you now, Vega."

Vega leaned back slightly, raising the eyebrow above his single eye as he spoke:

"So you want to leave me alone in this lonely place? Fine."

"Although what I like to do most is to put my own mark on other people's things."

The single, deep eye stared at Cerberus, its light gleaming with greed.

Cerberus lowered its three heads, its body slightly bent, and let out a mournful 'woo-woo'.

Its trembling body and tail, which was pressed against its fur, lay quietly on the ground, motionless.

...

As dawn breaks, the rising sun slowly ascends from the edge of the mountains.

The crimson light shone brightly, warming the entire weathered Clevner mansion.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, dappling Lia's bed and reflecting on the crimson treasure chest sleeping in the corner.

The treasure chest opened with a creak, and a wisp of dark smoke rose from its belly and spread outwards.

As the smoke cleared, Victor appeared in the room, taking a deep breath of the human world's air.

It carried a girl's delicate fragrance, which went straight to the tip of my nose.

This place looks familiar. Where is he?

Looking at the clean and slightly fragrant room, Victor couldn't help but look around.

As he was looking around, he suddenly heard a slight rustling sound behind him.

Out of curiosity, Victor turned around.

In front of the wardrobe, Lia was unbuttoning her pajamas.

Her pajamas had just slipped down her shoulders, revealing her fair skin.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Lia stopped moving.

She slowly turned around.

At that moment, their eyes met.

Lia stared at Viktor's familiar figure and froze on the spot.

For a moment, he was frozen in place, like a statue.

As she turned around, Victor's gaze unconsciously swept over Lia's body several times.

Finally, he said something with complete composure and calmness.

"He's developing quite well."