The troll''s business thrived because—


    If yers from the main world saw an injured ally, they would usually just take them back.


    But among the Swallowing Heaven yers, there were no kind-hearted individuals.


    Injured yers and demons could mostly only wait for death, or they might have a rade"e along and finish them off.


    So now, during the [Anti-Expansion] event, killing allies would yield no rewards and even incur penalties. This meant that those Swallowing Heaven yers and demons, who would usually enjoy causing trouble for others, had to leave their dyingrades on the battlefield in a pitiful state.


    Naturally, Sterl was not actually injured; he was merely pretending. By spending 800 purple gold coins, he managed to seamlessly integrate himself into the ranks of Hell.


    Otherwise, a normal pathway to join the Hell faction at this moment would require a review and approval under the divine-level demons.


    The likelihood of encountering issues was low.


    Yet, in keeping with Sterl''s cautious nature, he preferred to spend a bit of money to ensure his safety.


    Moreover, to him, purple gold coins had be merely a number; spending them felt more like an insignificant cost.


    After the greedy troll pocketed the money, the chains binding Sterl automatically fell away, dissipating into sparkling light.


    "Alright, I wish you smooth sailing and hope you earn plenty of resources during this event," the troll said with a hearty smile.


    Sterl casually nodded in response, but soon he realized something...


    His demeanor might be a bit too high-ss.


    "Get lost! Don''t let me catch you!"


    Sterl red at the troll with a look of anguish over the loss of 800 purple gold coins, as if he were about to give him a good whack.


    This was a perfect moment to blend into the character he was portraying.


    Among the Swallowing Heaven yers, those with strange, brutish temperaments made up at least 99 percent of the crowd.


    Sterl didn''t want to stand out; his character was meant to be quite ordinary, so he decided to go with the flow.


    The troll, on the other hand, seemed unfazed, even mocking, "You better seize your chance then."


    With that, he went off to collect money from others.


    ...


    Sterl looked around as he wandered, and sure enough, under the leadership of the divine-level demons, the Hell faction had finally established a rtively normal settlement.


    However, unlike the Blood Red Fortress, which had aprehensive defense system, this was arge open-air town.


    There were no protective measures in ce because, after all, if enemies were to attack, the divine-level demons'' power was more than sufficient to handle everything.


    What? You say that those "people" killed before the divine-level demons could act were just unlucky!


    The surrounding scenery finally ceased to be so primitive and wild.


    Nearby, there were various gray-ck spire-like buildings, a testament to the unique culture of theyer of Hell that a particr divine-level demon hailed from.


    On those buildings hung dark green metal bells, which would ring whenever a violent incident urred within the camp.


    Don''t get it twisted; the bells didn''t stop the violence. Instead, they recorded the events, marking the final victor and deducting their contribution to the activity—essentially, a fine...


    However, despite such deterrence, killings were rampant, and within the short time Sterl was wandering around, several yers met gruesome ends.


    Sterl soon entered a hall constructed from giant skulls.


    However, the interior was surprisingly clean, with floor tiles made of some unknown material that felt refreshingly cool beneath his feet.


    The dim yellow candlelight cast a strange atmosphere, but the mes seemed to have an inexplicable spirit and suppressive effect, causing the surrounding hellish yers and demons to appear rather subdued.


    As a result, the hall maintained a semnce of order.


    Sterl, mimicking the chaotic demeanor typical of Swallowing Heaven yers, frowned at the scene, making exaggerated facial expressions and huffing.


    Finally, he arrived at the task reception area.


    At that moment, the task was being issued by a figure unlike the usual bizarre entities—a Subus d in leather, with pale skin, a long tail, and two horns on her head.


    Not only did Sterl''s eyes light up, but the Supreme issuing the task also seemed taken aback.


    Given the odd attitudes of Swallowing Heaven yers—


    "You''re called Mephistopheles?"


    "Young man, I feel like we have a special connection. Are you free toe to my room tonight?"


    "Oh, by the way, let me know what task you want; I can help you choose."


    The Supreme licked her lips, her tone both ambiguous and sincere.


    Shepletely disregarded the difference in their power levels, eager to invite Sterl.


    At the same time, she leaned in closer, her body moving as fluidly as a squid.


    Sterl could feel an exquisitely luxurious touch, along with an inexplicable warmth and tingling sensation against his skin.


    In an instant, he felt his desire ignite, his mouth suddenly dry.


    Sterl responded in kind to the customary behavior of hellish beings.


    "Ma''am, I''m not tired of living yet."


    In truth, Sterl was somewhat tempted by her earlier proposition. As true professionals, Subi had skills in bed that Rosalie couldn''t match by talent alone, nor could Sosia and Sonis catch up through hard work.


    Wasn''t the point of bing stronger to enjoy life?


    Unfortunately, Subi were far too proficient, and their legendary abilities, along with the first type of Law Power wielded by demigods, were often tied to draining the life force from others.


    While Sterl might survive, he would undoubtedly suffer significant losses.


    Moreover… it would draw suspicion due to the sheer magnitude of his life force.


    "That''s such a pity…"


    The Subus Supreme seemed somewhat regretful, but swiftlypleted the registration for the young demigod she found more appealing, allowing him to ept tasks.


    However, even as she expressed her regret, her body pressed even closer to Sterl,pletely disregarding the power dynamic.


    She resembled a courtesan trying to attract customers, rather than a more powerful Supreme being.


    Sterl pretended to peruse the avable tasks.


    "I hope to find some tasks with good rewards," he said. The Supreme repliedzily, "Alright! Alright!"


    "Just be careful not to get yourself killed on the battlefield."


    The Subus blew a yful breath, her concerned demeanor adding to her allure.


    As a result, the number of tasks disyed in front of Sterl was reduced by at least half.


    After "choosing" once more, Sterl decisively selected a task rted to the Heavenly Locking Formation.


    [Eliminate Enemy Forces]


    [Description:…]


    [Objective: 10 activity contributions for each divine-level unit killed; 1 activity contribution for each unit below divine-level; 50 activity contributions for each Supreme killed.]


    His reasoning was clear; in the absence of sufficient Divine Power, if he wanted to reap rewards from danger, he would have to rely on formations.


    "You must return alive," the Subus Supreme said with unusual enthusiasm, lingering as she reluctantly pulled away from Sterl''s embrace, reminding him.


    With the abilities of a Subus, enticing a man into bed was only a matter of time.


    But if this Mephistopheles were to perish on the battlefield, it would truly be a shame...


    Sterl couldn''t help but feel slightly speechless. As an ordinary demigod in the main world, he had never received such treatment before.


    In addition to epting the task from the Heavenly Locking Formation, Sterl also took on several other killing tasks simr to eliminating enemy forces.


    Once the battlefield shifted into a confrontation between two factions of deities, the entire event changed.


    Sterl was unaware of the situation on the [Transcendence] side, but as for Swallowing Heaven, all previous activity contributions were canceled and reced with new contributions for the event titled [Struggle of the Sequences].


    However, since Sterl had not rued any contributions initially, it did not affect him.


    But the key point was…


    The new event store had plenty of good items!


    Nheless, Sterl didn''t pay much attention to it; he still had a pile of loot spheres that he hadn''t opened yet!


    He nned to open them first, make sure to address any gaps in his strength, and then see if there were any items in the store that could enhance his abilities.


    ...


    After epting the task, Sterl left the hall, only to find amotion ahead. True to the typical style of Swallowing Heaven yers, he went over to check it out.


    "Yeah, that''s the one,e over there."


    As Sterl approached, he hadn''t fully grasped what was happening when he saw a general d in blue-purple heavy armor riding on a massive ck beast. Surrounding him were soldiers who were busy strapping armor onto a humanoid hell yer. Despite struggling fiercely at first, once the armorpletely covered him, he suddenly stopped moving, following the general like a puppet.


    At that moment, the number of controlled demigod soldiers had already reached several hundred, while the demons and hell yers watching the spectacle were mostly in non-human forms.


    Every time a soldier was sessfully controlled, loud cheers erupted from the onlookers.


    Then...


    One of the general''s aides spotted Sterl, his eyes lighting up as he pointed at him, delivering the earlier line.


    "Me?"


    Sterl was taken aback, still unaware of what was happening.


    The surrounding hell yers and demons immediately scrambled away, clearing a path as if they feared being caught in the crossfire.


    One by one, they hurried to distance themselves.


    The aide, however, approached with a sinister grin. "What are you dawdling for? It''s you."


    "I see you''re called Mephistopheles, right?"


    "Nice name. We''re about to execute a mission to break through the southeastern battlefield, and you''ve been recruited into our Necromancer''s Armor Brigade."


    "It''s an honor!"


    Though he imed it was an honor, the expressions of the nearby hell yers clearly conveyed that joining this army was anything but a good thing.


    However, before Sterl could react, the general atop the beast suddenly unleashed a surge of power—Supreme-level strength!


    Moreover, this general seemed to possess far greater power than the average Supreme. The sheer aura forced the surrounding demigod demons and yers to kneel on the ground!


    As for Sterl, who was directly impacted by the pressure, he felt an overwhelming weight… Well, in reality, it was more like a gentle breeze brushing against him. But as a seasoned veteran, his first instinct was to half-crouch, adopting a posture of submission.


    At the same time...