The System Awakens: Rise of the Champion - Chapter 111

Chapter 111: Chapter 111: No One Is Allowed To Kill Anyone
[You have completed the Demon Dungeon mission.]

[Rewards are being calculated…]

[Rewards: +200,000 Gold

+5 Miasma Stones

+1 Unique Transportation Card (Biblical Hell)]

“Another transportation card? Why would I want to come to Hell again?” Damian muttered, rubbing his temples.

Suddenly, another set of notifications rang in his ears.

[You have killed a ruler of Hell.]

As soon as this notification appeared, a crown made of dark, jagged hellish black metal manifested out of nowhere and landed atop his head.

A single ember-colored gem gleamed menacingly at its center.

[You have obtained the Crown of a Ruler of Hell.]

[The Will of Hell has acknowledged you as a worthy contender for the throne of the Seven Levels of Hell.]

[By defeating the 63rd Ruler of Hell, your conquest has been recognized by the System of Hell, and you have ascended to the 63rd position among the Rulers of Hell.]

[You have obtained the Hell’s territory of Andras.]

[You have gained the right to rule the legions of Hell residing in the territory of Andras.]

[You have obtained the right to rename the territory as you see fit.]

[Your ascension to one of the 72 Rulers of Hell has been announced to the remaining rulers.]

[You have obtained the Sub-Class: Ruler Of Hell]

“Well, I guess I will be coming to Hell again,” Damian grinned, glancing at the notification before activating his transportation card to [Thaerris].

His figure vanished instantly.

…

A couple of seconds after Damian had just killed the 63rd ruler of Hell, Marquis Andras, and taken his place, every single demon in Hell, including the 71 rulers, received an announcement from the system declaring the newly ascended ruler.

Immediately, speculation spread among the demons.

Most assumed it was simply one of the other rulers, as it wasn’t unusual for them to be at each other’s throats, fighting to claim more legions of demons and expand their territories.

However, when the rulers of Hell used their own authorities to investigate the matter, they discovered something truly shocking.

The new 63rd ruler of Hell was not another demon.

In fact, he wasn’t even a demon at all.

Yet, among all the demons, there was one who wasn’t the least bit surprised.

That was because this particular demon had been watching the battle between Marquis Andras and a human named Damian Ignatius from the very start.

A few kilometers away from Andras’s territory, where Damian had just slain the ruler and his army of a thousand demons, a demon sat comfortably in a plush, cozy armchair.

His legs were crossed, and he held a glass filled with a crimson liquid, leisurely sipping as though he were on vacation.

He wore a clean black full-sleeved shirt, black pants, and matching shoes.

His appearance was refined and relaxed.

Unlike most demons, his features were eerily human, save for his slitted black eyes.

With a grin, he watched as the human named Damian Ignatius effortlessly slaughtered one of Hell’s rulers and his army, displaying a power so overwhelming that even he found it terrifying.

Through his special authority, he alone was permitted by the system to observe the battle.

As he witnessed everything unfold, he couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming curiosity about this extraordinary human.

“This is getting interesting.” An even wider grin formed on his handsome face, extremely out of place considering where he was.

In the middle of Hell’s territory, at the deepest level of Hell, he stood surrounded by millions of demons, with rivers of inferno flowing in all directions.

Towering castles, seemingly constructed from pure hellish rock, loomed ominously around him.

…

In another place, located in a completely different dimension, everything seemed to be made of light, radiant and bright as far as the eye could see.

This place was divided into seven levels, each filled with beings of virtue, goodness, and holiness.

Everywhere one looked, goodness could be seen and felt, woven into the very fabric of existence.

Ethereal clouds stretched endlessly across the expanse, forming a breathtaking landscape.

Not everyone could enter this place, and those who did would never even think of leaving.

This place was known by many names throughout different worlds in the universe: Paradise, The Abode of the Righteous, The Eternal Kingdom, The Promised Land, The Higher Plane, Silver City.

But the most well-known name of all was Heaven.

Yes, this was Heaven.

Well, technically, the Biblical Heaven, for every pantheon had its own Heaven, just as every pantheon had its own divine realm.

The Biblical Heaven, the Promised Paradise, was created by the Heavenly Father for His angels and for the righteous souls who found their way here, a world crafted from all that is holy and just.

In the deepest part of this Heaven, a being who seemed to be made entirely of pure, silvery light stood alone, an otherworldly presence. Something had drawn his attention, making him raise his nonexistent eyebrow.

He was watching a fight between a human and a fallen angel in one of biblical Hell’s territories.

He observed as the human displayed the Holy Power, something unique to angels, and then proceeded to beat the fallen angel mercilessly.

What followed was even more astonishing: the human used some strange yet terrifying ability to completely absorb the fallen angel.

He could no longer sense the fallen angel’s presence, as if it had vanished into nothingness.

This intrigued him greatly.

His gaze then shifted to another being sitting comfortably in a soft armchair.

The man wore a suit and held a glass of red liquid, his handsome face framed by blonde hair, an appearance far too refined for a demon.

He, too, was watching the battle between the fallen angel and the human.

The radiant man, seemingly made of pure light, shook his head. “Of course, he’s interested in this unique human. But I won’t let him have his way.”

“I won’t let a perfectly unique, self-growing diamond be wasted by a demon. I will make sure this gem of a human walks the path of righteousness, not that damned demon whom, unfortunately, I created.”

Meanwhile, in another dimension, one far beyond where Heaven or Hell existed, stood a colossal castle stretching for kilometers.

Within its vast halls lay a grand throne room.

Seated on the throne was a woman with white hair, known by the system administrator as the System Head.

Before her stood two more women.

One was none other than the System Administrator, Eden, and beside her was the green-haired woman Damian had met upon arriving in [Thaerris], her name was Thea.

The three women watched as Damian fought the fallen angel.

They also took note of how a powerful demon had grown interested in him.

Now, a god-king of an entire pantheon, having seen the demon’s fascination with Damian, had taken an interest as well.

As they observed, a single question loomed between them:

Should they just kill both of them and be done with this mess?

“No,” Eden screamed, shaking her head. “No one is killing anyone!”

“Why not? They might become an annoyance to Damian,” the family head asked, rolling her eyes.

“I let them watch his fight with the fallen angel, okay? Those two are like children throwing tantrums at each other. I predicted that he might use them to become more powerful faster.”

“Besides, no one is allowed to interfere with his growth until his true essence begins to emerge, which I predict will happen very soon. So until he recovers, no one is allowed to interfere in his growth.”

Eden narrowed her eyes, making it clear that she was serious this time as she looked at the family head. “That includes you. You can’t interfere, at least not until he awakens the bloodline he inherited. Do you understand?”

“Fine,” the family head rolled her eyes and nodded.

As the head of the family, she knew when Eden was being serious, and right now was one of those times.

She also knew Eden wouldn’t care about anything else, not even her, if it meant protecting and securing his growth.

She would go to any lengths, even if it meant destroying worlds.

The family head knew better than to make her angry.

She might seem like a child and even accept being treated as one, but when she was angry, she was truly terrifying, even to her.

“I agree. Other than Eden, no one should be allowed to interfere with his growth,” Thea agreed.

“Yeah, only I have the ability to process billions upon billions of pieces of information and determine the most optimal ways for him to grow. You know I would only want the absolute best for him, so don’t question what I do,” Eden said with a sigh.

“Hmm… anyway, where is he on the whole ‘creating his own path’ thing?” the family head asked.

“He is… actually, he’s getting started right about now,” Eden replied.

“And he’s in Thaerris now? He came back to learn the ways of energy from the spirits of my world,” Thea said.

“I’m very interested in what he going to do… Obviously, he is going to powerfull.”