"Who do you think you are, the savior? The scourge of evil?
No, you're nothing but a despicable, shameless villain who stops at nothing! One day, retribution will find you, and there will be nowhere to run!
I'll be watching you from Hell. Watching you!"
The loser roared. The victor slowly drew his blade and said coldly, "Who told you that you'd get the chance to go to Hell?"
He reached out and pulled the soul from the body, then took out a strangely shaped lamp and placed the soul inside as fuel. The lamp shone a little brighter.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
