Chương 4: Gehenna Rush
Since that descending hope, Hell became much more livelier than before, especially on those two-hours Harvesting Session where the sinners were let loose from their cuffs and weighted chains.
Everyone was enthusiastic about mining the Gehenna Crystals that were littered everywhere in Hell.
Although some places were unreachable due to the volatile environment of this shithole.
At one place it was a lake of poison, and then another was a lake of lava, with a leviathan-sized monster ready to devour any sinner and submit them through a painful torture as they were vored through the monster's barbed throat and intestines. There was also a murky swamp that was so toxic, whiffing a single breath near it could disintegrate their throat and leave their head hanging by the spine. The variety was endless.
And while they were very energetic and enthusiastic about this whole event, they could also get very volatile and chaotic.
Since it took a great effort to mine a single piece of Gehenna Crystal no matter the size, it was always easier to just steal them from someone that had already mined them, resulting in numerous people committing to an Ambush and Snatch strategy while some could also be seen forming a group to ensure their whole safety.
However, some groups or individuals took it to the extreme by subjecting their fellow sinners to mine and stealing those crystals for them like a slave and underling, threatening them like that of the official devils.
"Oh, Master Yroa! Please accept this offering that we bestow you!"
"Please grant us the willpower to endure those tortures!"
"I want Master to fuck me!"
"Tell me that my existence exists with a purpose outside of being tortured everyday… I can't! You're the only thing I can cling upon, whisper those radiant words in my ears again, so that I can endure those tortures as I wait for my eventual salvation!"
And in some cases, a group formed and collectively worked together to mine and steal the Gehenna Crystals for a single person. Since many of the sinners were already in an extremely vulnerable state after the unfathomable amount of tortures they received, it wasn't hard for Yroa to whisper suggestions and hypnotic promises, or even appease them of their lust for him, since the Devils of Hell didn't interfere with any activity that happened inside the Harvesting Session.
His pitch-black speech echoed once again, "Push me to the surface, and salvation will come to each of you naturally, like finding a mermaid's song when the moon escapes to calm the sea." He embraced these sinners who had nothing to appeal to, those who were lost in their past life and the current eternal sentence that they were in. "For I'm not a God, neither is a King—I'm your one and truly reachable ambrosia, the source of fulfillment that you mustn't lose no matter what the cost~
"Remember well, backgrounds mattered not in this painful, decrepit place—just cast your gaze on my face, and remember what I had given and committed for every single one of you~
"Your faiths and truths are always safe in my arms~"
A mermaid that didn't even exist, woven by lies and twisted words to shepherd the masses from remembering their original goal of getting out of this place—certainly, it was something that Yroa learned throughout the course of his lecherous life, after meeting countless people and working with many groups in many medias, to speak the things they wanted to hear, to allude them into wanting to hear him, and to put himself into a spotlight that the vulnerable will exalt.
A honed day-to-day skill to become a fake messiah.
Though, even before Yroa's influence, half of these sinners that were enslaving themselves willingly for him were in fact, had already regressed into that of a monkey that could easily be trained with a stick-and-carrot approach.
And thanks to this, and Yroa's exquisite beauty and charismatic voice that transcends gender and ages, even in this nondiscriminating place of suffering—he was able to get a lot more Gehenna Crystals than many of his peers.
Of course, this also resulted in many of those malicious groups targeting his packs and even Yroa himself, making it harder to extract the crystals while those that weren't included in this conflict used this chance to mine and submit as many portions that they could.
"Hmm, in a world filled with opportunistic serial killers and capable psychopaths, I guess that's a given."
Since then, Yroa needed to lay low until he could find another most efficient tactic in this ever evolving two hours battlefield before they were returned to their torture station.
Sometimes, when his followers worked their tolls for him, Yroa even used his time to get to know the devils and the officials of Hell better, while also enticing them to have a 'fun' time with him. Something that he couldn't do back then when the entire day was focused on torture.
He struck some gold as he managed to make two or three of these gehenna operatives to take favor and liking for him, allowing them to perform a rather different kind of 'torture' instead of the painful and grueling kind.
"My torturer lady, you have been asking this kind of torture session for quite a while, liking it that much?" Yroa said with a smug, as he was chained on a bed-like platform for all of his body displayed in the open. "I'm a little bit nervous since you failed to get a single scream from me last time."
"Fufufu, I'll ensure that you will squeal and cry properly this time." The operative licked her lips, as her bare red-skinned body climbed to the platform with primal urge to punish this bratty sinner.
"Oh my, I believe that the opposite might happen though~"
Some of the devilish operatives looked mighty fine by Yroa's standard, hence why he was willing to go down this route.
Albeit some of them could be a little too aggressive in their 'torture' that it caused more pain than pleasure on Yroa's side, and probably a couple of successful scream from him. He had a habit of teasing and taunting these particular torturers when they were around after all.
Then again, this was a hundred times better than the last status quo before the whole Harvest Session was implemented.
A crushed hip still hurts a lot though.
Without much complication, another 10 years had passed since the appearance of the Chaos God's Apostle in Hell, and a sinner was chosen once again on the grand lotto by the lady of luck.
"The vessel of the Exotic Elemental Spirit, alongside a Boundless Dimensional Pocket Storage! Not only do you regain all of the benefits of being an Elemental Spirit, but you also acquire the innate capability to manipulate Exotic Matters! You also have the blessing to have a limitless amount of personal space that you can even put an entire world and make a personal realm out of it! Of course, there's a limit on how many things you can fit at once, and Yassimhre is much bigger than Earth!"
"Ahahahah! Salvation has come to me!" shouted the joyous sinner in jubilation as he was brought into the air and disappeared.
It was unknown how much does the Gehenna Crystals one submitted to the Hell's officials affect the percentage of the grand lottery, since the wheel was so enormous and the name of the sinners were barely readable from how densely packed billions of names were.
There might also be a chance that these whole 'increasing chances' with the amount of Gehenna Crystals submitted was an outright lie and that everything was determined from the start, while also utilizing the Hell's free labor force to acquire as many of those precious minerals to the Apostle of Chaos God.
The thought of Hell being this large corporation made for profit put an amused smirk on Yroa's face, since it might as well be that way from the looks of it.
Won't the existence of Chaos God on Yassimhre imply that Earth also had its own God or possibly true pantheon? Since Hell exists and all.
"Seems like it will take a while," Yroa muttered, knowing full well that he was going to be residing in Hell for a much longer time than he expected. "Might as well make myself comfy I guess."
Another 10 years passed in Hell.
Seeing how the Apostle of Chaos God acted like nothing had passed since the last lottery, it made Yroa hypothesize that there was a time dilation between this place, Earth, and Yassimhre in general.
"My lucky lady, you acquired the vessel of the Pristine Undead Revenant, along with the Hand of Ruler as part of the blessing! The Pristine Undead Revenant ensured that you possessed the trait of a relentless undead while also looking like a healthy and strong living being from the outside. The Hand of Ruler will allow you to create an absolute conceptual rule that you can subject others to abide by, as long as you possess more strength than them!"
And then another 10 years.
"Congratulations! It's the vessel of an Oni Saint, and the blessing in the form of Electrical Physicality Strength! By this vessel, you'll receive the permanent effect of being holy and pure regardless of your inner morality and action, and you gate the body of an almighty Oni with the ability that ranges from biokinesis, invisibility, super agility, shapeshifting, invincibility, to even a reality warping if you managed to awaken all of the vessel power! Well, as for the Electrical Physicality Strength blessing, it just means that you get an equal amount of electrical energy you can discharge relative to your physical strength."
And then another 10 years.
And then 10 more years.
Even more 10 years of this cycle have repeated since who knows how long. It was to the point that all of the enthusiasm from the very start of the time where the Harvest Session had dwindled. Many were still doing it, and the newcomers of Hell also showcased a great interest in it, ensuring that the competition for the Gehenna Crystals to be at an all time high.
At some point, Yroa decided to just focus on influencing the Hell's operatives and even some of the prominent figures of this forsaken place to ensure a much more comfier status quo until the time he got called by the destined lottery of fate.
Sure, there were also quite notable sinners who chose the same route as Yroa, but none of them were as successful as this pretty-faced smooth-talker.
Yroa also started to learn to enjoy every bit of his experience in Hell, to the point of acquiring a certain degree of masochistic mental gymnastics while not corroding a single bit of his sadistic nature. This was consciously done due to the possibly outrageous amount of time needed to have the whole Hell inside his clutch, or at least waiting until he luckily got out of his place through the lottery.
Leaving this place was much more of a priority than taking a childish revenge after all, since he ended up befriending many of his late torturers while slowly getting back at them through a series of manipulation and inconveniences—enough to amuse someone like Yroa. Not to mention, it was nearly too ambitious for a mere human to fully control this massive inferno, since some of the devils and hellborn were much smarter and stronger than the smartest and strongest of humans if they were serious.
Even the puny-looking imps of Hell were more athletic and cunning than the average humans.
Yroa knew this limitation, and decided to integrate himself with the ranks of hellspawns and operatives to ensure his comfort in this place.
He also shared his creativity on method of torture for any devils who wanted to spice things up in a bit, by adding a much more focus on psychological aspect than a receptive and physical one.
And before he knew it, a lot of them started to act friendly and open to him. He even attracted some of the higher ranking Hell's denizens after a hundred years or so.
Indeed, from getting a much more special treatment than others, to partaking in a private meeting with the prominent Devils of Hell itself. Yroa's influence might as well still be in its fetal phase, but it was already quite far and wide.
It was also quite the sensation amongst the Hell's working force since it was the first time for a sinner to be this provocatively amusing to interact with. Some devils and imps couldn't even get the same amount of entertainment by torturing a normal sinner after they tasted what it felt like to have a session with Yroa, both sexual and normal manners.
Then again, even Yroa himself didn't expect to have his body count increase this much since the time he got into this place. He also started to learn how not to discriminate since there was a great variety of Hell's operatives and their own way of indulgence.
He also learned that working in Hell was better than most jobs on Earth.
They even got free health insurance, dynamic working shifts, and even a paid vacation if they requested it.
Apparently they also love their job too much that none of them even take the vacation offer.
"I appreciate the privilege of watching this decadely event from a V.I.P seat," Yroa said with an annoyed smirk while the new lottery session was starting. Although he was on the side of the Hell's officials where all of the operatives and all sorts of devils resided. He was also there while being put in a headless iron maiden, with poison and filth laced spikes riddling his body on the inside of the torture vessel. But at least he can see what was happening. "But I would appreciate it more if I didn't get inserted into this."
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YokoyokoRPG The original draft for this phase is ten times detailed and longer, but this story isn't about how Yroa conquered Hell, so I just shortened and summarized what was happening in one chapter,
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