RPAGF Chapter 177: No merit, only hard work.
Chapter 177: No merit, only hard work.
Inside the Hall of Enma, the atmosphere was solemn and dignified.
King Yama sat solemnly behind a high table, reading his final verdict to the male ghost who was being held down by two burly jailers.
"The judgment the Yama's court has handed down on you is—the Scorching Hell! You shall deeply reflect on your utterly vile nature there!"
The male ghost being held down by the jailer below the stage clearly looked defiant, constantly struggling.
Perhaps because his resistance was too fierce, the guards on both sides were unable to hold him down for a while, allowing the male ghost to break free.
"Who wants to go to hell?!"
The man roared as soon as he broke free and turned to run toward the gate of the Yama Hall.
Neither King Yama nor the other prison guards present did anything to stop the man who was about to touch the gates of the Yama Hall.
Instead, a hint of sympathy appeared in their eyes.
because……
"boom!!!"
A deafening roar, like a thunderclap, echoed within the Hall of Hell.
Just as the man was a step away from the gate, a huge spiked club suddenly swung out from the shadows and struck him squarely on the head.
The sound of the spiked club hitting the ghost's head made Yu Bai involuntarily shrink back and instinctively cover his head with his hands.
Wow, that sounds painful.
The male ghost struck by the spiked club instantly stiffened, stars flashed in his eyes, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the white kimono, a standard garment for the dead, on Sakura's side.
Fortunately, the man was already dead; otherwise, in the modern world, being hit like that would have sent his newly resurrected life back to hell.
"What are you doing!"
The man, clutching his bleeding wound, sat on the ground, staring in astonishment at Hozuki, who was slowly emerging from the shadows.
He had no real sense of his own impending death and was completely unaware of the gravity of the situation.
His eyes held both anger and confusion, and he even seemed to want to yell at Hozuki just like he did in the real world.
"Really."
Hozuki's voice was deep and cold. As he approached the man step by step, the black aura behind him grew thicker and thicker, as if it wanted to devour everything.
When Hozuki arrived in front of the male ghost, the ghostly aura behind him had condensed into a tangible black torrent, and his gaze, as if looking at trash, brought a strong sense of oppression.
"You, you mustn't go!!...No...No!!"
Watching the ghost being dragged along by two jailers, one on each side, everyone present had only one thought: Tragic, utterly tragic. Of all people to mess with, why did you have to mess with that man?
The reason Hozuki didn't beat you to a pulp with his spiked club is because he's now exercising restraint as a civil servant.
During this period, the workload in Hell was exceptionally heavy, causing the hell guards and Yama to be so busy that they could barely breathe.
Hozuki's expression was extremely irritable, as if he was about to explode at any moment.
At this critical juncture, if this ghost dares to approach, it will undoubtedly run into trouble, making it the perfect target for Hozuki to vent his anger.
"King Yama, today's judgment is now over."
Hozuki neatly arranged the heavy stacks of scrolls, then straightened up and addressed King Enma. His voice was calm, but the weariness within it was undeniable.
The implication is that you can go home now.
"Phew~ It's finally over. There seem to be more deaths today than before. My voice is almost hoarse from shouting."
King Yama slumped into his chair, propping his cheek up with one hand in pain, and let out a long sigh.
Having finished his official duties, he no longer possessed the majesty and solemnity he displayed when judging the dead. Instead, he resembled an ordinary office worker who, after a busy day, was finally ready to leave work.
Now, King Yama felt utterly weak, too lazy to even move a finger. The sharp pain in his throat made him realize how much work he had to do today.
"In that case..."
"Boom!"
Upon hearing his superior say this, Hozuki, as Hell's most capable assistant, naturally had to solve the problem for his superior.
As he spoke, a huge cup appeared in Hozuki's hand without him noticing, and he placed it heavily on the table in front of King Enma.
The cup was filled with a bright red liquid, as red as blood, and a few drops spilled out when the cup was placed on the table.
Looking at the liquid in the cup, and recalling what he had heard from Yu Bai about Hozuki's research on juicing snapdragons, King Yama suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.
His hands trembled as he picked up the cup, and he said uncertainly to Hozuki, "Ho...Hozuki, this couldn't be..."
"That's right, this is a super concentrated juice extracted from snapdragons that I prepared especially for you!"
Hozuki said with a smile, as if showing off his masterpiece, this was a healthy (emphasis) drink that he had carefully developed!
No sooner had he finished speaking than Yama saw a miniature snapdragon suddenly jump out of the cup, and he instantly felt his hair stand on end.
Huh?! Will drinking this really not kill me? ∑(??д??lll)
"It's very soothing to the throat~" A devilish whisper rang in the ears of Yama, the King of Hell.
Hozuki was still strongly recommending it to Enma, and judging from his expression, Enma had no choice but to drink it.
"A demon! A devil! This guy is a devil!" Yama, the King of Hell, cursed inwardly.
Everyone says they are so lucky to have Hozuki, who is not only incredibly capable but also manages the other guards in Hell in an orderly manner.
But to those who don't know the truth, Yama only wants to say that being lucky is one thing, being capable is another, but you can't see this guy's terrible personality!
It's so sad. During his days in hell, he didn't know whether he was Hozuki's boss or Hozuki was his boss.
I'm the one who's been relentlessly exploited by Hozuki all along! Is there really anyone in this world who can be treated gently by Hozuki when facing this person?
Huh? It seems... there really is one?
As his inner monologue unfolded, King Enma inadvertently glanced at Yu Bai, who was standing not far behind Hozuki.
There might not have been any before, but ever since they met this god who was so out of place in hell, King Enma could clearly sense Hozuki's unusual feelings towards this god.
Because sometimes, he felt that the gentleness Hozuki showed when facing Yu Bai was simply unlike him.
Or perhaps... I'm just not worthy of Hozuki's gentleness?
Thinking of this, King Yama couldn't help but burst into tears. (t▽t) We've been colleagues for a thousand years, how can they treat each other differently?
Double standards, infamous double standards!!
……
King Enma: After all these years, I'm ultimately unworthy of you. Hozuki, as your superior, don't I deserve your gentle treatment?
Hozuki: (Pulls out a spiked club, black smoke billowing from it.) Hah~~?
King Yama: No, nothing. (Sweating profusely, he turns his head.) Gentlemen of the Braised Pork King, do you see? All these years, I've done nothing but toil. TAT