Battle Royale of the Sinners

Today was the day that the Immortal Traditional Trial would be held.

On the First Level Heaven, an iconic humongous colosseum situated there, with the height reached a staggering ten kilometers, higher than Mount Everest. The width and the length reached from horizon to the opposite horizon, 200 kilometers in width and 500 kilometers in length.

Tong, Friday and Medusa were guided by an archangel, they arrived before the stadium. When Tong first caught a glimpse of the Colosseum, he thought it was a fortress or something similar to the Great Wall of China.

The trio was taken to the waiting lounge, standing by for the time of the trial.

Tong and Friday sit side by side, holding hands and linking arms. Friday's head leaned on Tong's shoulder.

Medusa sighed. Watching the couple, she had a headache.

Last week, Medusa managed to hook up her foster daughter, Friday, with Tong. On the first day of their relationship, Medusa peeked at them with her sense in secret.

In the beginning, they just did what a newlywed couple in the first night would do, expressing their love and connecting their body. They treated each other with tenderness, warm, yearning, and passion.

Medusa even felt embarrassed witnessing such a loving scene. But a moment later, she noticed something unexpected happened.

The first day was understandable for a yearning couple to satisfy each other. But the second day onward gave Medusa a headache.

The loving exchange didn't end with just one, two, five or ten rounds. It lasted days and nights.

By mortal standard, a healthy man wouldn't be able to produce many "bullets" in short period in a day and consecutively "rapid fired". Firing 10 rounds a day would already be pushing the limit of a man's stamina.

In Hell, all sinner had a body that could regenerate itself a thousand times faster than a mortal, all fluid in the body included. The same applied to the native devil, whose constitution was already a thousand times stronger than a healthy sinner.

As a result, Friday and Tong went on into the battlefield on the bed for the whole week. If Tong were hungry or thirsty, Friday would create some healthy juices into Tong's stomach directly. If Tong were sleepy, she would put her hands on Tong's head and he would be refreshed. If Tong wanted to relieve himself in a toilet, she would teleport the waste or feces within Tong's body outside to the god-know-where-it-all-went.

The two threw away their shame and started exchanging in more wild positions. The sounds of sultry moaning and rhythmic "PA! PA! PA!" vibrated throughout the yacht.

They became addicted to the carnal desire. Their tongues were sticking out like mutt and there was an odd pink-heart-shaped symbol in their pupils.

Medusa had to bust into their room on the last day and yanked the two away. Tong and Friday, being drunk by endless desire and lost their reason, tried to assault Medusa and force her into a 3P. Medusa knocked both of them out cold and tied them up separately.

In the end, the couple was not allowed to have sex anymore and were forced to meditate to regain their sense until someone came to pick them up.

An archangel came to pick the three to the trial later. He tilted his head in confusion by the scene.

'It's understandable that tying up a sinner before transporting him to heaven is a correct way to do.'

'But why did this devil is tied, too?'

...

Medusa looked at the clock in the waiting lounge, only an hour left till the event.

'I hope godfather succeeded'

'Well, he won't fail. He is good at this'

'Now, all we need to do is waiting for another 20 years and we will have a new member.'

'He will become a high-rank devil in no time.'

'My workload is going to reduce by a lot if I make him my aide.'

Medusa, watching the couple, grinned.

'All according to the plan.'

"I want to have sex again" Friday muttered to Tong.

Medusa facepalmed herself.

...

In the VVVIP Box Seat, a luxurious room with a one-side-glass facing the inner colosseum.

A dandy white hair and a full-bearded elderly man, wearing a neat black tuxedo suit with a bow tie, was sitting on a single couch, facing the rectangular glass. His muscles were ripped, even the suit couldn't hide his refined body.

He touched his beard and closed his eyes in deep thought. He was all by himself in this large room.

He was the most dignified person in Hell. But at the same time, he is the most infamous person in Heaven, the King of Hell, Morning Star.

The space behind the couch trembled, the transparent air revealed an elder man with similar face with Morning Star, appearing out of thin air.

He was wearing a white tuxedo and white gloves. He looked a bit thinner and had less muscle than the King Morning Star. On his back through his cloth, twelve thick glowing tentacles spreading out like wings.

"That was a low blow, brother." The white tuxedo man complained.

"Hah! Lying and sitting around won't get things done. Haven't you learned?"

"I do, but still. Roping him in before the game has even begun, I'll still call it a low blow. The council is pretty pissed."

"Serve them right. Leave those hypocrites be."

The white angel, who has no beard, was the first generation of the archangel, the Head of the Archangel, Michael.

Michael sighed.

"Anyway, I've come to tell you that the skill has been prepared. You can check it on the GM menu."

"Give them my thanks. Want to enjoy the show with me?"

"No. I still have work to do. Heaven is always busy."

Michael retreated. He faded into thin air.

After Michael disappeared for 5 minutes, Morning Star opened his eyes. A rectangular blue transparent status menu appeared in front of him. He touched a few things here and there, and a profile of a person appeared in the menu.

*Personal Information*

Name: Tong

Race: Sinner

Soul Age: 450,705

Karma: +10,732

Resident: Fifth Hell

Death Count: 7

***The following skill(s) will be applied in the next reincarnation circle***

*Active Skill List*

[Unassigned]

*Passive Skill List*

[Unassigned]

*Hidden Skill List*

[Plot Armor]

- Immune to all natural disease, poisoning, and physical attacks.

- After the host become 20 years of age. The host shall be forced summoned back the Netherworld.

- The skill is treated as a passive skill.

Morning Star smiled in satisfaction. He had rigged the trial for Tong's safely return.

Morning Star had visited the God Council by himself, coaxing the council members into rigging the trial by using the positive karma incident 450,000 years ago as a reason. He claimed that such a person should not be risked getting himself killed before he became 20 and returned as a retard. It would be a waste of personal resources.

The majority of the council agreed with some reluctant. They specially created the [Plot Armor] skill to ensure Tong's return. They also added several easy missions that he would take in the future, with the additional credits that it was issued by the gods for his well-being. It was made so Tong would favor Heaven over Hell when he came back to choose a side.

However, Morning Star was two steps ahead. Since over 450,000 years ago, he had planted Medusa in Fifth Hell to protect Tong in secret. Medusa later also placed Friday within the vicinity area that Tong reside, helping Medusa cleared out unnecessary sinners and local monsters around the area.

Morning Star then dragged Ping, Tong's previous life nemesis, from the ninth level of Hell to the fifth level. Morning Star then cut Ping's four limbs and prevented it from regenerating, and tossed him in the area that Tong was in, and made sure Tong noticed Ping.

Morning Star made sure that Tong would have an easy and enjoyable time in Hell despite being a sinner.

Morning Star wanted to rope Tong into the ranks of devils. However, to convert Tong into a devil, Tong had to choose to become one with his free will. If Tong chose to be a devil out of his free will, no god could complain or could do anything about it.

Forcing Tong to be a devil would provoke an ire of many justice-loving barbaric gods. Waging war with those muscle-for-a-brain gods just for a soul would not be ideal to Morning Star.

Morning Star later noticed that Friday took interest in Tong. Even if it was a simple curiosity of a young devil towards a sinner, not a romantic one, Morning Star didn't let this chance passed by.

He gave Friday a luxurious superyacht, which he had coaxed Michael to get him one. And then he ordered her that she should wear revealing bikinis from now on, hopefully, she could seduce Tong one day.

450,000 Years later, the investment was paid off. The Heaven somehow picked Tong to take the Traditional Trial. Morning Star leaked the news to Friday on purpose, which in turn leaked to Tong, deepening their relationship.

Medusa, who was overseeing the two, was panicked. She rushed the Tong and Friday with the hope that the higher-ups wouldn't punish her daughter.

She later found out that Morning Star wanted to pair Friday with Tong, so Tong could have a reason to join the ranks of the devils. Knowing that Tong had over 10,000 positive karma just like her, Tong couldn't be a bad person for her daughter. Medusa agreed to help.

And then the rice had been cooked. Tong finally matched with Friday, causing him to have a good reason to pick Hell over Heaven after he finished the trial.

The Heaven Council learned of this news later, which were the reason why Archangel Michael called it a low blow.

'Everything went according to the plan.'

Morning Star smirked.

'You gods are a billion years too early to fight with me when it comes to seducing mortals.'

'Someone with 10,000 plus karma is hard to come by in Hell, Tong and Medusa are too valuable.'

'Now I'm about to have another chief officer to run Hell.'

Morning Star laughed in his heart.

...

"It's time. Please enter the Reincarnation Gate and follow the instruction inside. May the Gods be with you."

An archangel came to pick up Tong and sent him off. It was now that Tong had to face his fate. He was led to a hundred pagodas with of giant dimension portal gate on each.

Tong, who had the special treatment, went in first.

Another 99 sinners were also arranged to enter the different portals. They had all been locked up in a cage. They were dragged out of the cages and threw into the portals, one by one. One of them was limbless.

Once Tong went inside, the portal shut down behind his back. He was surrounded by darkness like he was floating in space.

In front of him, a glowing orb was floating there. The orb sounded out a clear and soothing female voice.

[Welcome the Redemption Program.]

[You will undergo a test of your character.]

[The Gods will be watching your deeds.]

[You have to prove that you deserve to be the pardon of your crimes.]

'What bullshit.'

Tong knew about the true face of this so call 'Trial' long ago. He was aware that his life right now was being broadcast to the entire Netherworlds. Though his soul would be sent to a different world for real, it was still just a reality game show.

[You will be reincarnated into a world that we have chosen.]

[You will retain all of your memories in your previous life and your sinner life.]

[In addition, we will give you one special ability.]

[This ability will be with you on your next life.]

[That ability is yours to create.]

[Please touch the orb and imagine your desired skill.]

[You have five minutes to decide.]

[If time runs out, you will be reincarnated without the special ability.]

'Here it comes.'

Tong was glad that he was informed of this 149 years ago. If he were informed here without the preparation, he would have created something stupid like a search engine system, which would be useless if he were to be born in a family of a slave.

Tong still didn't know what kind of status of a family he would be born into. The details were not disclosed. The computer mainframe server didn't inform anyone, even the insiders.

Tong touched the orb with both hands and thought about the skill that he had planned out.

"Time Stop."

[The skill has been created.]

[Please adjust the skill range of power and effectiveness.]

[Please be warned that the more powerful the skill, the more price has to be paid.]

[In turn, the more restriction the skill have, the less sacrifice.]

'This is tricky one'

If it were made to be cost efficient or cheap to use, the skill could be too weak and meaningless to have.

If the skill he imagined were too powerful, he would need to pay a very high price to use, which was his own lifespan.

The price that the orb mentioned was a trap that was created for the greedy one. If someone were to wish for an almighty magic that could wipe out a continent, he would have to pay with his life.

Tong spent a hundred-year thinking and calculating with Medusa. They finally came up with an acceptable ratio.

"Stop time for 5 seconds per usage, can only be used once a day. Skill resets at midnight."

[…]

[The skill has been completed. Please review your skill.]

**Skill List**

[Time Stop] LV.1 EXP( 0/100 )

- Stop time and space flow in your current universe for 5 seconds.

Skill Consumption: 10 years of the host lifespan.

Skill Usage Restriction: Can only be used once per day. Skill resets at midnight.

'Even though I expected this, it's still pricey.'

Ten years was a steep price just to stop time for five seconds. But Tong wasn't mad. He knew that once the skill level up, it would become twice more powerful. The effect it had would be double each time the skill leveled up.

Once this skill reached the maximum level 10, he would be able to stop time for 2,560 seconds or 42 minutes 20 seconds. He would be able to do many things with this kind of time span for the price of 10 years of life.

[You will now be reincarnated into the world with other 99 sinners in the same world.]

'Hmm?'

[Please have fun killing each other.]

[I will be looking forward to your death.]

"What!?"

[My son will surely kill you.]

[You will die and become retard for the rest of eternity!]

"Shit! What the hell!?"

Tong couldn't digest the information yet. His vision went black.