Chapter 2 – Hell, Tong, and Friday
The realm of Hell, the realm that was created by to contained the certain fallen angel by the gods. This place was currently used for torturing the grave sinners who committed various crimes, or went against the commandments of the gods, or not following the moral codes of society in their previous lives when they were human.
There were 9 levels separating different levels and types of the sinners. The higher the level, the more severe of the crime and the sins they committed. Each level contained different kinds of punishments waiting for new sinners. It also trapped the residents here for the rest of eternity, unless any kind savior would come to pardon them from their crimes.
The fifth level of Hell was called the Hell of Wraith. It contained sinners that committed any crime out of hatred. There were no clean ground on this level but muddy and slimy stinking black swamp, AKA the river Styx. Anyone who touched this water would be overwhelmed with anger or drunk by hatred. They would lose their sanity and assault anything and everything that could move. There were over millions of naked people roaming here. Men, women alike, were busying tearing each other apart, while several devils were flying around to oversee their respective responsibility zone. No matter how many times the sinners died or how many times their bodies militated, they would always be resurrected and healed. It was made so the sinners could suffer eternal pain.
There were also several grotesque rocks in the water. The rocks, which looked like they were made out of human flesh, intestines and blood vessels, were popping up to the surface of the water and then dove back into the water as if they were alive. Some rocks actually had mouth and teeth. One of them opened its mouth to take a bite on one of the sinners. It chewed loudly and fiercely over and over again, then spat out whatever left in its mouth and dove back into the swamp.
In this floor, a mud-soak dirty naked man was standing in the knee-high swamp, holding a disfigured head by the eye sockets, was slamming the unknown head into the lying limbless man's body on the mud water.
The man was called Tong. He was one of the sinners who murdered someone in his previous life out of hatred. He was an honest policeman who just graduated from the military police school. Unfortunately, during his life, he accidentally offended a teenage-immature-son of a prominent politician in a nightclub while Tong was doing his job.
Ping, the prodigal son of the politician took revenge by killing both Tong's parents. After he was arrested just for half a day, Ping got out of jail scot-free without any charge.
The incident published in the news and several social media. Everyone knew that the prominent politician was behind the release. But none of the official, judge or attorney were willing to go against Ping and his father. News station even reported that the death of Tong's parents was an accident. Ping even mocked Tong in the live press conference in the news station he owned.
Tong flew into the rage. He stormed into the politician's resident, killed Ping and his mother, and crippled the politician before he was shot to death by the resident bodyguards.
...
"St-Stop, please. I-I'm sorry. Please stop already."
The limbless body cried.
"Hmm. Nope. Sorry bitch. I need to kill you another 349 times more to hit the current quota. I only killed you 651 times this afternoon. There is also the dinner quota, the night quota, the mid-night one, the after midnight and the dawn. So … do your best."
Tong smiled happily.
Unlike the other sinners, Tong was the only one that was smiling and laughing. He was currently one of the two sinners that were sober from the swamp toxic. Although every other sinner were still poisoned and drunk by the swamp, they instinctively avoided and tried to not get themselves noticed by Tong. The other sinner, which was immune to the swamp, was none other than the limbless man, which were being pummeled by Tong.
Ironically, the limbless man was Ping. He also suffered the consequences of killing Tong's parents.
"I still don't understand. What's the fun of beating the same guy over and over for millennia?"
A cheerful female voice sounded behind Tong. Behind him, a gorgeous white jaded-like skin female devil, who were wearing sunglasses and two pieces of skin-revealing-bikinis, were chilling on the beach chair on the back of a luxury superyacht. She sipped the cocktail in her hands deliciously as if the rotten odor of the swamp of the river Styx didn't exist.
"The same question right back at you. What's the fun of cruising in the middle of the river Styx? All you can see here are a bunch of naked lunatics and flying hyenas."
Tong didn't bother looking back at the devil. He was used to her presence. Tong had been here for over 450,000 years of Hell calendar, and he came across many kinds of devils, angels, and monster-looking-alike residences. The devil girl behind his back, who called herself Friday, had always visited him at least once a day. Sometimes she remained with him for the whole day.
For some reason, the Friday always came to show off her model-like figured and her 36D assets. When Tong first had seen her, he couldn't help but had a natural chemistry reaction on his crotch. However, when he witnessed a random male sinner tried to assault Friday and got blown by her into smithereens. After the assailant was resurrected, she dragged the poor sod onto her ship to repeatedly castrate him. It continued for days and nights. The similar incidents happened every time a male sinner lustfully charged at Friday or accidentally got on Friday's yacht. Tong's lust was completely killed. He became immune to Friday's seduction ever since.
"Hey, it's fun to have someone to talk to, you know? Do you know how boring it is by myself without someone to talk to for a million years? Everybody here acts like zombies in those B grade movies. My fellow devils all have poop in their brains. Some of them had nothing but P*n*s and Vagi**. You are the only sane person I can talk freely to in this hell."
"Then how about you talk to this dude instead of me."
Tong pointed at Ping.
Friday glanced at Ping. Even though Ping was also immune to the river Styx toxic, her eyes and face didn't hide the disgust feeling toward him.
"No way in hell I'm talking to that mess of a fresh. His EQ and IQ even lower than a pile of the imp's shit. I have my standard of who I want to make friends with, you know?"
Friday pouted. She waved her hand, and Ping was thrown into a rock mouth nearby. The rock opened its mouth and caught Ping happily. Ping got brutally chewed afterward.
"Joking aside, I have something important to tell you. Come up here and take a shower. You stink."
Tong stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Friday suspiciously on the superyacht.
"You are not going to castrate me, right?"
"…Why did you ask me that?"
"Answer my question, please."
"…"
"…"
"…Don't worry, I won't."
"What the hell with that pause!? You were planning to do it, didn't you?"
"I-I swear I didn't. I really have serious business to tell you!"
"And why is it in the past tense? You weren't actually planning to but you are planning to do it now, right?"
"Why are you so paranoid!? I seriously didn't, don't and won't do it!"
"But you were staring at my naked crotch and avoided my eye contact every time I talk to you face to face. What the hell are you planning?"
"I SAID I DON'T."
Tong knew that Friday was really serious. But he still messed around with her. He too was dying out of boredom. He needed someone to make a random conversation with to keep his sanity.
Tong and Friday ended up bickering at each other for a while. Finally, Tong agreed to enter the yacht to take a bath before he crossed the line, or Friday would get too angry. Bathing after 450,000 years refreshed him. He donned in a clean white robe and sat down on the bed in a double bedroom. Friday was already there waiting for him. She sat down on the bed opposite side of him.
"So what's the deal?" Tong asked.
"There's an opportunity for you to get out of this hell."
"How?"
"It's like this …"
Friday explained. Once every 100,000 Hell calendar years, the gods and devils always hold a redemption program for a sinner who behaved properly and shown sign of repent of his/her sins. The sinner, Tong, would be chosen to take part and redeem himself that he deserved to be with the gods.
The program was a trial that the sinner had to reincarnate into a mortal human once more. This time the gods would allow the sinner to retain the memories of his previous life. And the gods also gave the right to create a personal skill that could be taken along. During his new life, the gods would judge Tong if he was using his knowledge and his created skill for the greater goods or not. If he did so, all the crimes he did in the previous life before he came to hell would be pardoned, and he would have the right to become a resident in the realm of the gods.
"The program will be held in about 149 years from now. I'm telling you this in advance so you can be prepared."
Tong nodded. The program was good for him. He was sick of this place anyway. The reason he repeatedly beat up Ping was to intimidate other sinners to stay away from Tong. He, too, didn't want to suffer pain or death from being continuously killed and resurrected. However, he was still skeptical about the small details.
"It sounds good at a glance. But how am I going to prepare myself when I'm in hell?"
Friday smiled brightly.
"Don't worry. I've prepared everything just for you."
Friday stood up and walk to an empty area in the bedroom. She waved her hand and a rectangular transparent case, showing computer components inside, appeared out of thin air. On one of the components, the brand "NVIDIA" were inscribed on the outer layer. Then she waved her hand again. A long curve monitor appeared this time. Then she nimbly arranged the cables and plugs. Then a complete PC, a monitor, a mouse, and a PC table landed there on the previous empty spot. The whole processed took only 2 seconds to complete.
"…."
"How is it? Speechless right?"
"…Yes, I'm speechless."
"Hahaha, now, do you know great I am?"
"Yes, yes, you are great. Which bring me a question …"
"Ask away."
"You always said you were bored and had nothing to do, right?"
"Yep!"
"Had it come to your mind that you could always create this thing to kill your times instead of rolling around kept coming back to me and complain that you had nothing to do?"
"…"
"…"
"Ah!"
"Don't "Ah" me!"
...
"I have another question."
"Ask away."
"Don't you have the red branded graphics card? The green one sucks."
"...No, you suck."
...
A few minutes later after the awkward moments.
"There's even the internet in hell."
Tong was flabbergasted. The image of devils and hell in his mind was cracked after he got on to this yacht and experienced Friday and her luxurious lifestyle. Looking at Friday nearby, another PC set were placed there. Friday was wearing a headphone and a VR, screaming and waving her controllers around. If he were to see a city full of devils, living the life like humans, Tong was sure he would lose his mind.
"So, now we have the internet. What should I be looking for or researching for the remaining 149 years?"
Friday pulled away from her VR and headphone. Her face was solemn. She looked straight into Tong's eyes for a moment, then she closed her eyes and frown. She seemed to be deep in thought. She remained in that motion for 5 minutes, then she snapped open her eyes.
"What I'm telling now is supposed to be an inside information. Don't you tell anyone!"
Friday whispered. Tong nodded. He had no friend here in hell other than Friday anyway.
"You will be reborn into a citizen of ancient China. The year of your birth should be around 165 AD."
"Reincarnate into the past?"
"You can say that. Ever heard of Romance of the Three Kingdoms?"
"I'm familiar with it. It's that era?"
"Yes. It will be a chaotic time when you grow up into an adult there. The trial will be impossibly difficult because there will be killing and wars for a long period of time."
Tong frown deeply. The trial would judge the behavior of the sinner. If he were to kill someone again, would he be sent back to hell? Why would the gods send him there? It didn't make any sense.
Friday continued whispering.
"Secondly, the trial is a hoax. There will be no judge or any karma involve. You will only need to survive."
"Wait. Wh-!"
Friday hurriedly closed Tong mouth.
"Don't shout. Ears are everywhere here."
Tong nodded.
"That's why the skill that you get to create will affect your entire life. Create something that gives you more chance to survive. Something like a defensive skill."
"I was planning to create something like a search engine system that can access the modern internet. So it is a no-go?"
"That was unnecessary. Why do you think I'm giving you access to the internet?"
Tong smacked his forehead. Friday was right. He could memorize the related content and necessary information right now, for example, how to manage the crop rotation or gunpowder formula. Everything could be learned if he put his time on it and paid attention to it. He had over 140 years to cram everything into his brain and soul. He would waste the precious cheat for nothing if he wished for a search engine.
"A defensive skill, huh?"
Tong's brain started working after was not intensively used for over 450,000 years. He tried to think of something that could be used as an attack skill. At the same time, it could be used as a fail-safe defensive skill too.
Seeing that Tong was being deep in thought. Friday was in a daze. Then she was fidgeting. Her face was tinged red. She hesitated a moment before she asked.
"Tong, can I ask you for a favor?"
Tong snapped out of his thought and looked at Friday.
"Sure, you kind of risk yourself to help me. It's me that owing you a favor."
"T-Then, could you … could you live … I meant could you stay on the ship with me until you are sent to the trial?"
Tong paused and observed Friday. Her face was red to her ears. Her eyes were moist to the point that he thought she was crying. He was not that inexperience when it came to the relationship between man and woman. All sign showed that a flag had been raised. But he could also misunderstand her intention and got himself a friendzone flag at the same time.
'I am an idiot. I was too paranoid after all.'
It wasn't hard to tell that Friday was sincere. Thinking back of the older days, Friday always came to talk to him every opportunity she had, but not to other sinners, and hardly to other devils.
Tong had always thought that Friday was an evil devil who was trying to seduce a random man into a trap of endless tortures. He started to regret what he treated Friday in the past.
Tong smiled.
"Okay. If you don't mind."
Friday smiled widely. From Tong's perspective, it was the brightest and the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his life.
Chapter 3 – Preparation
100 Years passed by after Tong moved into Friday's yacht.
Tong was still sitting in front of the computer, reading several pages of Wegigigipedia. He already crammed several strategic knowledge for the trial, such as how to make soap, medical practices and etc.
'It would be best if I could pursue the career of doctors.'
In the Three Kingdoms era, the doctor was a prestigious career. Should someone become a doctor, he would be worshiped by the nobles, officials, and sovereigns. If you could even cure any rare disease that no doctor could do. The emperor and the imperial courts would lower themselves to invite the doctor to work for them.
'If Hua Tuo was worshiped as a father of Medicine in ancient China because he discovered natural herbs and cooked them into anesthetic and also capable of performing surgeries...'
'Then if I bring in antibiotics, or vaccines for Influenza, measles and the likes, wouldn't I become the God of Medicine of the world?'
Tong fantasied himself as a dignified doctor worshiped by all in the ancient time for a couple of minutes before he snapped out of his delusion.
'No, it won't be easy.'
Tong never overestimated himself. He knew that acquiring the necessary materials and the processes of making such vaccines, was an impossibly difficult achievement.
Not only he had to make a microscope to examine the virus, but he would also risk himself coming into contact with it. There was no protection suit that could protect himself from viruses in the era. So he could even die from sickness before he could complete the vaccines.
'Let alone vaccines, even treating a patient using only knowledge from the internet can also be difficult.'
There was a saying that 'You can't learn to swim by reading books'. Tong was not confident that he could become a doctor without real experiences. Even a medical student had to jump into the hospital battlefield as a resident for years, in order to experience the real thing and got coached by their seniors before he or she could be called a full-fledged doctor.
Tong wanted to bring any random sinner on the boat for his medical practice. But he couldn't find any completed body, let alone someone with clean tissues.
He asked Friday to help him tied up a sinner after having him killed and resurrected. The sinner's tissue would slowly rot itself after the resurrection. The innards and blood were all blacks. Not a single trace of humanity remained.
Friday told him that once a sinner died in this level for a number of times, the poison would integrate into the soul. The person would not retain his human body anymore, but a zombie body that repeatedly rotted and healed itself.
The number of death that Tong had in this hell was so low that he could count it with both hands. He was immune to the hatred gas of the river Styx from the first day till today.
Because he was sane, he managed to avoid any unnecessary combat with the others. He did die a few times though.
Without any chance to try the surgery process for real, Tong estimated that he could only apply the first aid basic to the daily life or improve the hygiene of the people in the next world with his current ability.
'Hua Tuo, to achieve something like that in those troubled times. You really are a god. If I can meet you there, I will beg you to be your disciple.'
...
Tong closed his PC and massaged his temples. He then looked at Friday, who was snoring on the bed with a defenseless posture. Tong sighed.
'Good thing I didn't make a move on her. It was a false alarm after all.'
During the times Tong was still struggling in the mud of hell, the only interaction they had were talking while Friday was rolling on her ship. Tong could only see her from a distance down below.
Now, they were pretty much living in the same room in the yacht. He could understand her more than the past. To Tong's discovery, Friday had the mentality of a grade-schooler even though she had the busty body of a young woman in her 20s.
100 Years ago, Tong thought that he raised a waifu-flag with Friday and were planning to move into the next step of a relationship. Good thing that he held himself back.
All she did in the 100 years together were all playing and spending times together. She didn't have any aura of a vile seductive devil that Tong interpreted in the past. She always pestered Tong to play video games together or go swimming in the pool on the back of the yacht. There was no further sign of anything like romantic feeling toward him.
'She must have been lonely.'
Tong thought to himself. He walked carefully, afraid of waking up Friday, and exited the room. Friday's eyes snapped open when he closed the door.
Tong walked out of the room to the back of the yacht, getting some fresh air. He took a deep breath. He paused for a second before started coughing like trying to throw up something that invaded his lung. He had forgotten that he was still cruising on the fragrant river Styx.
'I never get used to this smell.'
Mysteriously, the river Styx changed its odor every day. It was a mechanism specially made for this river so no sinner could have a relaxing time here.
Even if someone were to gain his sanity and lucky enough to find a place to rest, he wouldn't be able to escape the torment. The person would inhale the poison gas and it would corrode his lung little by little until the person was choked to death.
"Oh? You're up. Want some coffee?"
There was a guest sitting on the edge of the pool on the back of the yacht. A stunning beauty lamia, who looked like in her late 20s', was there. She had straight long purple hair that reached her waist. A pair of brown seashells bras were covering the private part of her F-cup sized chests, and a black strip of cloth was covering her eyes.
Below her waist, there was no human leg but a body of a snake. Her brown scaled snake tail, matching her seashells, were moving around in the pool.
Her name was Medusa, the chief director of the fifth Hell.
100 Years ago, Medusa came knocking on Friday's ship on the very first day Tong was invited on board. They were busted on the first day that Friday leaked the inside information. It seemed they were monitored all along.
When Tong had first seen Medusa, he almost screamed and called her "L*ncer G**gon!".
Betraying Tong's expectation of punishment, Medusa gave Tong a meaningful glance. She only sighed and said, "Keep it moderate, and don't get caught."
Medusa left them and disappeared for a week. Then she came back with her huge luggage. She gave Tong some men clothes and asked Friday to give Medusa a private room. Since then, she also came to live in Friday's yacht.
Tong and Medusa often exchanged a small talk. He was always smiling while trying to swallow back his drools form times to times.
Tong usually sneaked out of his room to see Medusa when he had a chance.
After Tong met Medusa, his hormone which he had suppressed all these 450,000 years had resurfaced. Tong couldn't help but attracted to the white-smoothie-bountiful-bouncing-half-naked pairs on Medusa's chest. He always sneaked a glance at her assets.
Medusa, of course, noticed Tong's lecherous glance. At first, she frowned and mumbled something to herself, as if she was talking to someone. Then she showed a face that had suddenly been surprised by something and smiled sincerely at Tong. She no longer minded his eyes.
Her eyes were warm and kind but yet concerned, like the eyes of a mother looking at her naughty child.
One day, Medusa jested Tong if he wanted to take a tour to the second level of hell, the Hell of Lust, to pick up a random succubus for fun. Tong eagerly accepted, but it seemed the conversation was heard by Friday. Friday dragged Tong back into her room and beat him up for an entire day.
...
Today, Tong didn't come to meet Medusa to ogle her boobs. But he was troubled about the preparation for the Trial. The remaining time he had to prepare was getting short.
"Can't I really create a passive skill?" Tong asked
"No. Passive skills cannot be leveled up. You will die failing the mission before you are even 10."
Tong still couldn't decide what skill he would create.
After Medusa moved into the yacht, she evacuated all sinners, devils, angels and other residents from the radius of 100 kilometers around the ship. She then cast a circular transparent dome spell afterward. Medusa told Tong and Friday that it was a spell that could block the surveillance from the higher-ups.
Since then, the three dropped the charade and talked freely about the trial.
"Failing a mission is death. Always keep that in mind."
100 Years passed since Friday had warned him about the Trial. The additional rules were announced to the inside personals. This Trial this time followed the old rules that had been used several times before in the previous trials.
The Trial this time was called "Mission Rush". The sinner who took part in this program would receive one random mission, which would be stacked one after another. A mission would appear once a year continuously until the sinner died from the "Punishment" or died from other causes.
There would be 100 sinners in total, sending into a different fragmented world. The fragmented worlds were the copies of the planet Earth of the past, but it contained no soul and no immortal.
Each world contained the same setting. Each sinner started out at the same place, same time, same condition. No reincarnator would meet each other during the trial.
During the process, their new life would be broadcasting live all over Heaven and Hell. Several betting houses would be opened for gambling. It was a traditional festival for the immortals.
The timescale between worlds would be 1:1, one day in Heaven or Hell would equal one day in the trial world. Unlike the timescale between Hell, Heaven, and the human Earth, one hour on earth was equal to 100 years in Heaven or Hell. The gods accelerated the timescales of the immortal worlds, so they could have an easier time to handle unforeseen circumstances on mortal worlds. Or else, they would be dead busy checking people's karma and not be able to do anything else more productive.
Once the sinners died or eventually died, they would be bought back to the Netherworld. There, the immortals would vote if they enjoyed and approved of the lifestyle and the deeds of each sinner. In the end, it would be a popularity vote, not karma judgment.
If the immortals favored the sinner, the sinner could choose either becoming a citizen of Heaven or becoming a devil in Hell. The sinner could also forget everything and reincarnate as a child of a wealthy billionaire or a royalty on Earth and enjoyed the rest of his life.
But if they don't, the sinner would return to the previous Hell he was assigned into.
There were also the cruel sides of the Trial. For a soul to become matured and become completed, a soul had to reside in a mortal body for at least 20 years. If someone were to die before he reached an age of 20, the soul memory would be erased. He would forget everything in his previous life because it was not synchronized with the vessel's brain yet.
So if a sinner failed to live past the 20s, he would come back to the Netherworld with no memory of all their previous lives. Which is why Friday was so frantic about having Tong created a defensive skill.
"Only active skills should be your choice. Although it's costly it's your life-saving skill."
"Friday said this too. By the way, do you have the playback or records of the previous trials? I need a reference."
"I'm sorry. All records were stored in Heaven. I can't go to heaven."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"But I can tell you about the skill of last few trail champions. What they did was …"
Medusa was about to tell Tong about the skill and usage of the previous champions. Friday slammed the door open with a bang and dashed toward Tong.
"I was sleeping for a minute and you sneak out to ogle Meddy again?"
"We were talking about my trial! What the heck?"
"If you have times to talk to her, go meditate or go read a few wet-dream web novels. Don't you need an idea?"
"Yeah, that's what I'm doing. Hmm?"
Tong paused. He thought of something in a flash of a second ago but he immediately forgot.
"Friday, what did you say again?"
"About you have an idea?"
"No. Before that."
"Huh? About you go meditate or read some novels?"
"Before that."
"Err. You've got too much time to talk to Meddy?"
"..."
"..."
"…time…"
Tong stared straight at Friday's eyes. His eyes were sparkling.
"Time … Time! Yes! IT'S TIME!! Friday, you're a genius!"
Without thinking, Tong grabbed Friday's cheeks and pulled her into a kiss. Their lips touched for a second before Tong dashed into his room and grabbed up a pen and a paper. Then he ran back and started jotting on a table something with his hands, moving and leaving some after images.
'That's right. Time! TIME! TIME!!! PRAISE THE GREAT LORD D*O!'
Tong was laughing like a hyena having a concert. He was so absorbed into the ideas that he didn't notice his surroundings.
Friday was still standing on the same spot, stunning, sneaking glances at Tong. Her hands were touching her lips and her face flushed like a tomato.
"My first kiss …" Friday muttered to herself.
Medusa witnessed everything. She sighed to herself and shook her head.
'100 Years passed and they still have a long way to go.'
Medusa thought. She then looked at Tong.
'The time is running out. Godfather can rig the trial but there's no guaranteed.'
'He might not even be coming back if things go south.'
'This silly daughter is too naïve and Tong is too foolish to catch the sign.'
'I need to push them a bit.'
Medusa grinned while rolling her hair with her finger.
...
On the second level of Heaven. Heaven of Demi-Immortal.
On this realm, only those who possessed at least 1,000 positive karma points, evaluated from the deed of the previous life or the total of the combined karma of the current life, could reside.
The other condition to be here was to never commit a crime that harmed someone's life in the previous life.
Zim, a chubby late-middle-age woman with wrinkles all over her face, was busy working on a computer. The place she was working in was similar to a TV station on earth. In her previous life, she was once a high-class celebrity that appeared often in every Hi-Society parties. She even owned a TV station.
Ironically, she became an employee here. She always bowed down her head to every senior and her boss and never argue back. She was treated like a nobody.
Despite the harsh treatment from the seniors and the disappointment of the reality of the realm of heaven, she was working harder than any of her colleagues. The colleagues misunderstood her as a workaholic.
'The rules, checked.'
'The mod, double checked.'
'The candidates, triple checked.'
'The programs, 70%.'
'The macros, 20%.'
'Linkage, 20%.'
Zim looked at the check note. Then she turned to look at a bundle of documents in front of her. A picture of a man wearing a policeman uniform was clipped with the documents. There was a scribble on a yellow notepad attached to the picture. It was read as "Tong".
'Just a little bit more.'
Zim thought. She didn't hide any killing intent she emitted. No one was there at the station anymore, because it was no longer working time. Zim was working there alone.
If Tong were here, he would recognize the lady.
She was none other than Ping's mother, the relative that Tong killed alongside with Ping.
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