Hell stood at the mouth of a secluded alleyway at the foot of the Clock Tower, but he did not immediately set off to return to Eden Academy.
He knew very well that Goddess Angels possessed the blessing of an exclusive Teleportation Protocol.
It was a special transport system built upon the Goddess Blessing, allowing them to ignore distance and conventional spatial blockades.
This enabled them to reach the battlefield the instant an alarm was triggered or return to the Academy in a flash once a mission concluded.
This level of transportation efficiency was far beyond what he, a “sickly Adjudicator” who could barely even circulate his Mana, could ever hope to match.
Luna should have already returned to the classroom by now.
If he rushed back at this moment, he simply wouldn’t make it in time.
For a problem student who had skipped half a day of class and usually possessed near-transparent presence to suddenly hurry back to his seat—which was right next to Luna’s—it would be impossible not to attract her attention.
Especially since they had just experienced such a confrontation. Luna’s suspicion of him was currently at its peak.
‘Could she link Hell to V?’
Although the possibility was currently low, and Hell didn’t believe Luna would associate her gloomy, antisocial classmate with the eerie Adjudicator so quickly, he didn’t want to take any unnecessary risks.
Therefore, he decided to simply skip the rest of his classes and not return at all.
Regardless, he was already a “major problem” student — notorious, antisocial, with mediocre grades and sporadic attendance.
Skipping class was a perfectly normal operation for him. Even the teachers were too tired to bother asking, and his classmates preferred it when he wasn’t there.
At that thought, the corners of Hell’s mouth curled into a self-deprecating smirk.
Now, the question was —
Where should he go?
He had already reverted to his ordinary appearance as an Eden Academy student — wearing a dark uniform, his pale face looking even more bloodless under the afternoon sun, the dark circles under his eyes still prominent.
Right now, he was wandering aimlessly down the street, forming a sharp contrast with the hurried, goal-oriented citizens surrounding him.
The sunlight spilled onto the street, stretching his shadow long behind him.
Hell walked through the crowd, his gaze drifting over the strangers passing him by.
Salarymen lugged briefcases as they hurried along, housewives pushed shopping carts out of supermarkets, and a few junior students chattered about the latest popular games while a couple passed him hand-in-hand, the girl’s laughter crisp and bright.
He watched all of this with a heart as still as stagnant water.
In his eyes, these people were nothing more than a group of NPCs.
No, in this world of Starlight Girls and the Sword of Covenant that he had transmigrated into, they were NPCs. They were the background characters the Author used to fill the world, the objects the Goddess Angels saved and protected, the scenery that screamed and fled when the Crystal Husks invaded, and the insignificant bystanders during the operations of the Eternal Night Gospel.
Hell walked among them, yet he felt as if an invisible barrier separated him from them. He looked up at the sky, the sunlight so piercing that it made him squint slightly.
He had complained about it more than once in his heart —
The Author who had tossed him into this world was truly stingy.
He had been sent into this book world to replace a pathetic villain who was the target of everyone’s malice. He had started on hellish difficulty, and the result?
He wasn’t even given a system.
No Sign-in System, no Gacha System, no Task System, no Favorability System… none of the golden fingers that were standard equipment for a Transmigrator in a novel belonged to him.
He didn’t even have a basic “Newbie Gift Pack.”
He could only rely on this sickly body, his nearly useless “Mutual Slaughter of All Things” ability, the mess left behind by the original owner, and his terrible interpersonal relationships to struggle for survival in this world destined for destruction.
His only “advantage”?
Hell silently took stock in his mind —
He still remembered several key plot points from the book.
Although he had read the original work with gritted teeth and countless complaints, he had nonetheless patiently finished it word for word for the sake of the heroine he “pushed,” Luna.
Which events would lead the Goddess Angels into crisis, which Adjudicators would cause trouble at what time and in what manner, which seemingly accidental Crystal Husk invasions were actually conspiracies of the Eternal Night Gospel… all of this information currently lay quietly in his memory, waiting to be utilized.
Furthermore…
He remembered several very important Goddess Angels from the plot.
One was his classmate, that sunny, cheerful, and energetic “Annihilation Angel” Luna Florea, who was pampered by the entire class.
At this moment, she was likely sitting in the classroom, head bowed as she pretended to take notes, while in reality, she was staring at the “read but ignored” message on her phone screen, her mind filled with confusion and inner conflict regarding V.
The other one…
Hell stopped in his tracks, his gaze shifting toward the window of a dessert shop across the street. His own pale, weary face was reflected in the glass.
The other one was his current “sister” — Seshi.
The girl with long black hair and black eyes who was cold as frost toward him, treating every encounter like a meeting with an enemy.
The girl who was also a Goddess Angel, codenamed “Serene Angel.”
In the original work, the eventual downfall of the character Hell was no accident.
His true identity as the Eternal Night Gospel Adjudicator “V” had been quietly detected by someone long before he himself had even realized it.
That person was the sister living under the same roof as him, Seshi.
As the “Serene Angel” among the Goddess Angels, Seshi excelled in stealth and reconnaissance. Her sensitivity to hidden auras and abnormal behavior far exceeded that of an ordinary person.
Living in the same space day after day, even though the original owner had tried his best to hide it, those subtle flaws — sneaking out in the middle of the night, the occasional scent of shadow energy clinging to his body, his unnatural reactions to certain topics — had ultimately failed to escape her eyes.
However.
Seshi did not act immediately.
Countless times in the darkness, she had stared toward Hell’s room, her hand gripping her weapon tightening and loosening over and over.
Deep in her heart, that last faint glimmer of “sibling” affection was like a candle in the wind, flickering and dimming, yet never completely extinguished.
Seshi thought that maybe… maybe he could still be saved. Maybe he was just being bewitched by some evil force.
Maybe she could discuss it with her other Goddess Angel companions and let a senior handle it, so that he could receive “salvation” instead of “destruction.”
Because of that single thought, and because of those few seconds of brief hesitation, the Seshi of the original work chose to inform the other Goddess Angels of Hell’s abnormalities, hoping they could restrain him without taking his life.
However, she had underestimated the original owner’s madness and obsession with Luna.
This hesitation provided the other party with an opportunity.
When the Goddess Angels began to investigate and attempted to approach him, he realized his identity had been exposed.
Consequently, he took a desperate risk and targeted Luna, who was still completely off-guard at the time.
What happened afterward was exactly as written in the original work —
Hell used “Mutual Slaughter of All Things” in an attempt to make the Goddess Angels who came to the rescue kill each other, but his plan was forcibly shattered by their “power of love,” fueled by cries of “friendship” and “bonds.” His ability failed, his plan collapsed, and he was driven into a corner by an enraged Luna and her companions.
And in the end, the one who delivered the final blow…
Was Seshi.
The girl who had once hesitated because of the last shred of sibling affection watched with her own eyes as this “brother” nearly harmed her precious companions, and she personally ended the threat she should have settled much earlier.
The strike the girl delivered with her own hands severed not just Hell’s life, but also the last bit of fantasy regarding “home” in her heart.
So now, for the transmigrated Hell, the most important task was not just to control Luna — the Goddess Angel who was the first to stumble upon his identity in the original work.
There was another more urgent and dangerous threat right by his side.
His sister, Seshi.
Unlike Luna, whom he needed to approach and test through guidance, Seshi lived in the room next to him.
She shared a dining table with him every day, and at any moment, she could perceive his abnormalities.
She was a blade hanging over his head, and no one knew when it would fall.
For now, he had achieved a breakthrough on Luna’s side — though the process was convoluted and she was currently in an “ignored message” state of distress, she was at least within his range of control.
Therefore, the only factor that would directly threaten Hell in the near future was Seshi.
Hell stood on a corner in the Eden City district, the afternoon sun spilling over his pale face.
He had to take a two-pronged approach.
While advancing the line with Luna, he had to simultaneously start — no, accelerate — his progress with Seshi.
If he wanted to complete his plan and carve out a different path in this doomed world, Seshi, just like Luna, was an indispensable link.
The “Hell” of the original work had never truly viewed Seshi as a “sister.” In his twisted perception, she was merely a nuisance, a threat who could report him at any time, a “trouble” that needed to be guarded against and exploited.
But the current Hell was different.
He was a Transmigrator, someone who knew the direction of the original plot. He knew that Seshi had once hesitated because of that last shred of affection.
He knew she wasn’t actually as cold and heartless as she appeared on the surface.
He knew that beneath that frozen shell lay a girl who craved “home” and “warmth” more than anyone else.
The old Hell had no choice.
The current him wanted to be a “good brother.”
It was a method diametrically opposed to the near-threatening control he used on Luna.
When facing Luna, Hell used calculated maneuvering, exchange of interests, and the safety of Hestia as a bargaining chip to force the stubborn Goddess Angel to step into the trap he had set.
It was a clash of rationality, a struggle between enemies, a “deal” with a cold, sharp edge.
But when facing Seshi…
Hell chose a completely different way.
Family.
What he wanted to do was not to threaten her, not to control her, and not to coerce this frost-cold sister using any leverage or secrets.
On the contrary, what he wanted to do was give — give her something she had never received from “Hell.”
Give her a real “brother.”
Of course, if Seshi heard those words, she would probably stab him with a cold look from those obsidian eyes and say “disgusting” with an expressionless face. But Hell didn’t care.
He had plenty of time, and plenty of patience.