Just as Taeseong manages the resources of the real world, Lete manages the resources of the other side.

The difference was the extreme work stress from a company with no breaks or retirements.

District 7 of Baramaon.

The skeletons were piled up with their vertebrae pulled out, giving it the name �grave of the backbone�.

There, all deformed children roamed the tombs and sucked out the marrow.

As a race called Limbo, their fighting power was weak, but their cruelty was unrivaled.

There was no life to be found in his bony legs bent and marrow-sucking eyes.

�Aaaaaaa!�

At the roar that exploded in the air, Limbo threw bones and quickly scattered in all directions.

The space shuddered, and a man and a woman hugging each other fell onto the tomb.

�Keugh!�

Chagall�s expression crumpled as Etella groaned, stabbed by a sharp bone.

�Whoa.�Whoa.�

When I came to my senses and looked around, I found that I had fallen into a place completely different from reality.

�Where are you?�

�maybe����It must be hell.�

When I turned my head again, Etella, who was still lying down, spoke calmly.

�Because this is the only place you will go.�

�Kick!�

Chagall shook his shoulders and laughed.

�Ha ha ha!�Was this after all?�Did you forgive me or what to bring me to hell?�

�Are you disappointed?�

Laughter broke out and stopped.

�no.�

Rapid-fire swords rained down like hailstones, and Chagall grabbed one of them.

�You must be disappointed.�Falling into hell because of someone like me.�But what should I do?�From now on, what you will experience is me, not hell.�

Chagall�s tongue licked the blade.

�Since you�re already dead, you can�t die again, can you?�isn�t it?�Shall we try an experiment?�

A rapid-fire sword was embedded in Etella�s shoulder.

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