Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

In the halls of the Palace of the Ruler of Hell.

The King of Cities and King Libra were chained to the walls. The more that they looked at each other, the more unpleasant they felt.

It was all because of each other that the space between them was so small. How embarrassing!

Then all of a sudden, there was a massive rumbling sound. The space in the palace also started to rumble.

The two Kings were baffled and said simultaneously: “Did you feel that?!”

The King of Cities was stunned: “What just happened…? Something feels different…”

They couldn’t figure out an answer no matter how hard they tried, because the Palace was suppressing them. They could only feel that something was different, but they weren’t sure what it was.

After an uncountable amount of time had passed with them deep in thought, the two of them suddenly spun into the air, and were thrown outside of the space with a bang.

The King of Cities and King Libra remained seated on the floor, and when they looked up, they could see a silhouette of someone small sitting on the throne…

They could tell who it was even if they were turned into ash!

“It’s you!” King Libra gritted his teeth. “You despicable little pest!”

“It was a mistake then I didn’t kill you off back then!”

They were exposing themselves…

Suddenly they felt that the atmosphere was off, and when they turned their heads, they could see a few people seated around them.

The Kings of Styx, Contemplation, the Five Offices, and Transformation… They were all here.

King Libra: “…”

you here? Where’s the

three of them had some private meetings together before, but now that King Libra and

King of Styx snorted. “So you *are*

of them a look. “Turns out that you can be demoted after

King of Cities was still in

up for too long and starved. When the new Order took effect, he

of Contemplation remained quiet. But he suddenly had a sense of danger, an urge of sorts. Although he was not the same as the King of Judgement, he, too,

would condescend themselves to a woman when they

the Ruler of Hell wasn’t

of one in the Underworld did not equate

“functional” ranking of the Underworld, the Emperor Prosper was the one who governs the

Palaces. And under the Ruler were judges, the

regarded as “official

even with

terms of “functional ranking”, but Pablo was much stronger

of Contemplation clench his fists, as he realized that the goal he was after

of absolute strength, what was even the point of

big bosses eventually in the future, to the likes of being high ranking kings and emperors. So what if he was the head of the

What a joke…

of Cities and King Libra were.

still asking with such a naive face:

her gaze and said stoically:

kill my father, so my

King of

that it wasn’t your father who was trying to kill

though he knew the truth, he was certainly not

MacNeil was just a mortal human