Chapter 596: All otakus are not easy to mess with
It was still the desert shining like gold, and it was still the tavern in the desolate land.
But when Amber arrived in the mecha, the tavern was still crowded.
Looking at the poet busy and happy at the bar, Amberxiu wondered if he had kidnapped these guests. Otherwise, where did so many desert natives come to drink when there was no road outside?
Amberxiu, dressed in heavy armor, appeared at the door of the tavern, attracting a lot of attention.
Because in this golden desert, dressing like this would be suicide.
The scorching sun during the day would turn the armor into a steamer, cooking the flesh inside. Lizardmen couldn't stand the sweltering feeling. At night, the metal armor couldn't keep the body warm, causing the body to lose temperature faster and freeze quickly.
Even with the outer robe cover, the gaps in the metal armor will soon be filled with wind and sand, causing severe wear and tear. Within a few days, the joints that require careful maintenance will be stuck by sand, and the lubricating oil will be turned into abrasives by the sand.
But the fact that he could come to this tavern wearing such heavy armor shows that he is not an ordinary person.
Those who can save money for drinking in this cruel desert are not fools. When they see such a weirdo, they will mainly examine him. Unless this person reveals any flaws, no one will do anything to Amberxiu.
Amberxiu was used to these malicious looks, so he found a corner and sat down, waiting for Jaeger to arrive.
Although he didn't understand why a big shot like Jaeger would choose this shabby place, Amberxiu could only follow the other party's rules.
The poet quickly brought a cup of something steaming, but it didn't look like wine.
"Senior, what is this?" Amber asked curiously.
The poet said excitedly: "This is the magic brew I created. Come and try it."
Amber looked at the contents of the cup in confusion. It was a black mass, as sticky as asphalt, and still emitting colorful bubbles.
No matter how you look at it, it looks like a mixture of oil and highly toxic substances.
Amberxiu had known long ago that the poet's aesthetic taste was different from that of ordinary people, but this thing in front of him... Amberxiu grabbed the cup and drank it all.
Haha, it’s just a mecha, and it has no sense of taste, so it can drink anything. Why not do it a favor?
The sticky liquid poured in through the gaps in the armor and quickly slid into the chest cavity. There was originally a special combustion chamber here to treat debris harmlessly as fuel.
However, when these liquids entered, a huge amount of energy burst out and drilled into the magic energy furnace of the mecha as if it had life.
A ball of hot steam came out of the mecha, and the energy that had not been consumed much in the first place was directly filled up, and it felt like it was overflowing.
Amberxiu had to turn on the compression function to control the runaway magic power to prevent it from exploding directly.
Amber Xiu couldn't help but say, "It's strong enough, but this thing can't be drunk by a living person."
"Of course, it's specially prepared for the dead... Oh, I forgot, you are not a dead soul now." The poet said awkwardly.
Amber said: "It's okay, give me some more, I will take it back for Qiangwei to try."
The undead have no sense of taste, and generally speaking, only things that are harmful to the soul can make the undead feel something.
But this cup of magic brew seems to be acting on the magic power in the body, maybe it has a different taste. Amber Xiu envied the poet's mentality. He had lived longer than himself, but he could always maintain such a relaxed and happy mood.
Seeing Amber Xiu's support, the poet sat at Amber Xiu's table, clinked glasses with him, and asked, "What did you come here to talk to the old man about today?"
Amber Xiu smiled and said, "My Codex of the Dead has disappeared. I have to ask the president if I have been kicked out of the Mourning Poetry Society."
"Tsk, you're still playing dumb with me. If you care about this, you wouldn't have waited until now to ask. I know you've been resurrected for a long time. During this period, your name has been circulated in hell. The authority of the first layer of hell will soon fall into your hands, right?"
Amber Xiu said doubtfully: "I don't understand what you mean. Zariel is alive and well. When will it be my turn to have the final say in this first level of hell?"
The poet said: "Hell does not belong to anyone, or any god. Even Asmodeus only holds the authority over Hell temporarily, not the Nine Hells. This is the place where sinners are exiled, and it will automatically choose the right person to rule it. I know what you did in Hell, and now the soul coin system of the Nine Hells has been severely impacted.
"Especially Mammon's Third Layer of Hell. Because of excessive war loans, countless demon lords have gone bankrupt. The war in the Third Layer of Hell is more lively than the River of Blood. Mammon thought he was making a fortune from the war, but I think the Third Layer of Hell will soon be in big trouble."
Amber frowned and said to the poet, "I reminded Mammon not to do too much at once. We are printing counterfeit money to impact the market. If we do too much at once, it will cause the entire economic system to collapse. Once there are too many bad debts, those who owe money will choose to stop paying, and then the bank's reputation will be affected."
The poet scoffed, "You tell a devil not to be greedy? And the most famous greedy person in hell? How could Mammon tolerate such exploitation?"
Amber was silent. He had miscalculated this.
Mammon is the most greedy lord in hell, which is why he was attracted by Ambersu's plan and was the first to reach a cooperation with Ambersu.
Now greed has become a double-edged sword. If this continues, Hell Bank will soon be in trouble because of Mammon.
However, Amber Xiu didn't take it too seriously.
He is just a counterfeit money printer. Whether hell is in chaos or not has little to do with him. It doesn’t matter how many demons die.
Soul coins have practical uses, rather than being simply credit currencies, so no matter how Mammon destroys the economy of the third layer of hell, these counterfeit banknotes still have basic value, and Amber can kick Mammon out at any time and find another partner.
It just takes some time, and Ambershu has no shortage of time. What Ambershu really cares about is the question raised by the poet about Zariel.
"Mammon is making trouble. What does this have to do with the first level of hell? Didn't Zariel do nothing?" asked Amber.
The poet explained: "You think the Nine Hells are different planes, but that is not the case. Hell is one. It was Asmodeus who divided the power of Hell and gave it to different devils, so there are the current Nine Hells. But in fact, Hell is a garbage dump connected to the other realms, a place dedicated to collecting garbage.
"You are also a member of the garbage dump. You were originally used to make compost, but now you have transformed yourself into an employee of the garbage dump, and you have shortened the original composting time."
It took Amber a while to understand what this "shortened composting time" meant.
If all sinners need to do to go to hell is to accept punishment, then the troubles that Ambershu caused Mammon to cause greatly deepened the "pain" of the devils in hell.
Originally, they had reached the position of devil lord, and their life was actually pretty good. They were all like Amber Xiu, trash themselves, and also employees of the garbage dump. However, most of these employees just idled around, thinking every day about how to trick mortals from the mortal world into falling and adding more garbage to the garbage dump, instead of thinking about how to torture the sinners who had already fallen into hell.
The result is that there is more and more fresh garbage, but these garbage-level sinners become their workers. Many sinners who fall into hell are entrusted with important tasks without suffering much, and quickly become the aristocracy of hell.
What is this? Hell lets you rubbish run wild? But there is no way, the devils all like to enjoy themselves, no matter what, they are always calculating the benefits, wanting to take advantage of each other, wanting to climb up.
This has resulted in each level of hell slowly becoming a retirement ground for the devil nobles. It's not that there are no fights, but the intensity of the fights is obviously not enough. Only the Blood River Battlefield on the first level is a real meat grinder.
But the appearance of Ambershu made Mammon so greedy that he went crazy, messing up the third layer of hell, and even those hell lords who had been enjoying good things for years were forced to inward-looking.
Once rolled up, all kinds of torture will follow.
It can be said that although Mammon was destroying the foundation of his own rule by doing this, it was very much in line with the requirements of the laws of hell.
Punish the sinners!
The Lord of Hell is not a sinner?! The source of all this is Amber Xiu, who is like the top leader of a pyramid scheme. The more miserable the people below are, the more benefits he gets.
The laws of hell will attribute these achievements to Amberxiu.
The greater the merit, according to the rules, the more authority over hell one controls.
But because of the presence of the big boss Asmodeus, the authority of Hell had already been distributed by Him, so Hell spontaneously wanted to reward Ambersu, but found that it had nothing to give, which led to the problem of delayed rewards, causing Ambersu to have no special feelings until now.
"Because you have fallen into the first layer of hell. This is His own choice. According to the laws of hell, as long as more demons suffer under your manipulation of counterfeit money, the laws of hell will increasingly favor you. Where does this power come from? Of course, it comes from the nearest first layer of hell.
"Zariel must be having a headache right now. He must be trying to stabilize his power. Otherwise, you would have become the master of the first layer of hell long ago."
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
After hearing this explanation, Amber Xiu was so shocked that he was stunned?
This is too outrageous. I have only been in hell for a few months, and I am going to be the boss of the first level of hell? Others need to be undercover for three years and three years.
Although it felt very abnormal, Amber felt that the poet would not joke about such things.
"So if I try harder now, can I make Zariel kneel down and lick my toes?" Amber asked.
"Do you have toes now?" the poet asked in return.
"Metaphor, I used a metaphor!"
"It's not that simple. The power of Hell has been held by those demons for too long. Who knows what means they have used to preserve their power? If it were that simple, you wouldn't have not even had any sense of it until now. Obviously, Zariel can still hold the power in his hands firmly and not reveal a single bit. I don't know how to operate it specifically, but you can try it. Anyway, you can't die now, right?"
The poet's words moved Amberxiu a little, but he soon thought of another question and asked, "I know Zariel well, but I know nothing about Asmodeus. If I really attack Zariel, Asmodeus will probably wake up immediately. The importance of the first layer of hell is self-evident."
However, the poet shook his head and said, "You young people only know how to keep an eye on the Lord of the Nine Hells, but if something really went wrong in the First Hell, Asmodeus would definitely not be the first to react."
"Who could that be?" Amber asked doubtfully.
Is there anyone more anxious than the Lord of Hell?
"Haven't you heard of the name Dispater?"
Amber Xiu answered without thinking, "The master of the second layer of hell, I know that, but I only know that this Iron Master doesn't like to go out most of the time, and even doesn't like to show up."
"Yes, but did you know that the devil dukes of the Nine Hells are often replaced due to death or betrayal? From the emergence of hell to the present, only Asmodeus and Dispater, the two oldest devils, have been there since the birth of hell and have never been replaced."
Amber Xiu shook his head and said, "I really don't know about that."
I didn't expect that this Iron Duke had such a noble status. He was an ancient devil who had existed when hell was first built. After experiencing countless chaos, he was still the master of the second layer of hell. He was as ancient as Asmodeus.
Sure enough, the otakus in the story are not easy to mess with.
"Zariel is just cannon fodder. You should know that he is an angel who fell from Mount Heaven into Hell. He is a sinner thrown into the first level of Hell to suffer. The bloody battlefield is Zariel's execution ground. Then who is the one who really guards the Blood River? Is it Bayer who is not even as good as Zariel?"
Amberxiu immediately understood what the poet meant.
The Blood River Fortress is not a fortress, it is just an outpost, the Blood River is just the front line of the battle, the entire first layer of hell is the "strategic depth" of the bloody battlefield. The real line of defense is the second layer of hell, it is the Iron Duke who guards the second layer of hell.
At the critical moment, the first layer of hell can be abandoned and turned into a quagmire to prevent the invasion of demons. The second layer of hell guarded by the Grand Duke of Steel will become the key to stopping the demons.
Oh my god, if I take action on the Bloody Battlefield, the first person to come out to stop me will not be Zariel, but this Iron Duke who has been hiding in the shadows.
"If you hadn't reminded me, I would have mistaken my enemy." Amber Xiu was truly grateful. The devil is indeed the devil. Even the most inconspicuous devil archduke likes to hold back. If he is not careful, he will fall into the trap.
These secrets of hell are really not something that ordinary people can understand. Only poets, who are equally ancient, can see them clearly.
"Thank you, senior. Your reminder is very important to me." said Amber Xiu.
The poet laughed, clinked glasses with Amber Xiu again and said, "Then for my sake, please give old man Jaeger some face. I have always felt that you are the most interesting one among all the members of the poetry club. Don't make it awkward for everyone to meet in the future."
Amber Xiu said helplessly: "Why does everyone think I'm here to cause trouble?"
"Whether you want to cause trouble or not is up to you." The poet patted Amberxiu's shoulder and went back to the bar to work as a bartender.
Shortly after the poet left, a skeleton in a tattered robe walked into the tavern and came in front of Amber.
The long-lost president of the Mourning Poetry Society, Jaeger the Fate-Recorder, sat calmly in front of Amber Xiu and asked in a deep voice, "I heard that you wanted to see me?"
Amber nodded, and then got straight to the point: "President, am I still a member of the Mourning Poetry Society?"
Jaeger looked at Amberxiu scrutinizingly, and then gave him an answer that surprised him.
"Of course. The Mourning Poetry Society only has members who have died, but no one has ever left."
Amber Xiu asked in confusion: "Then why did my Code of the Dead disappear?"
"It was a small mistake. When the Codex of the Dead was created, it was to bind your dark magic. Now that you are no longer a dead soul, the nature of your magic has also changed, and the Codex of the Dead has naturally disappeared. After all, you are the first one in the poetry club to go to hell."
Amber Xiu smiled bitterly, it turned out that he was overthinking.
However, these are not the main points. Amber paused for a moment, then asked, "Then, President, am I still qualified to run for the Grim Reaper?"
(End of this chapter)