Primordial Draconic Incubus With A Gourmet Chef System

As the warm rays of the morning sun shone down on Lucian's figure, he could not help but close his eyes in contentment. The warmth of the sun was just perfect.

*Woosh*

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew by, bringing with it the fragrant scent of earth and rustling his hair and chef's uniform.

Lucian breathed in the air. 'This is the life.' That was the last thought that Lucian had before he fell asleep.

Meanwhile, in a place that stood in complete contrast to Arcadia —Hell — Isabella was expressionlessly gazing into the distance of the Sea of Sins.

She had remained standing still like a statue for many hours, waiting for the Ferrymen to arrive.

Behind her, the nuisances were in a similar state as herself; however, if one looked closely they would realize their eyes were unfocused, unlike Isabella's, whose eyes were expressionless.

'It should be anytime now.'

As a Nefarim, it would be the biggest joke if she did not know how Hell functioned.

And just as she finished thinking to herself, an old man in red armor with black horns jutting from the sides of his forehead mysteriously appeared above the Sea of Sins.

His presence was accompanied by a frigid air that made the air around him crackle.

For the first time since Yan Nefarim and Gong Nefarim had appeared, the Immortal Souls finally blinked.

"Welcome, Sinners, to the Immortal Hell." The old man's cold voice resounded, causing the Immortal Souls to look up at the owner of the voice.

"Who is he? Is he a guard?" They asked, oblivious to the fact they had been in suspended animation for over seven hours. To them, it was as if time had never stopped.

In fact, they did not even remember the gigantic wave, the monstrous creature, and Yan Nefarm and Gong Nefarim had appeared before.

Isabella expressionlessly looked at the old man.

'So, it begins.'

Zagum scanned the Immortal Souls with his dark green pupils and smiled cruelly, "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Zagum. I'm the Baron of the First Layer of Hell. If you have any questions, you can ask and if I feel like it, I'll answer."

After a brief moment of silence, Zagum continued in the same cold tone, "Now that introductions are out of the way, let me explain how Hell works. Hell is structured in a monarchical hierarchy and is divided into Eighty-One Layers, each supervised by a Ruler — the Nobles."

"Does that mean Sir Zagum is the strongest in Hell?" One of the Immortal Souls asked with a raise of his hand.

Zagum frowned as he used his Immortal Sense to find the man who had spoken. A moment later, as his green pupils landed on an honest-looking man, his frown changed to an imperceptible smile.

'What an idiot.' The other Immortal Souls thought.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Isabella remained expressionless. She did not need an introduction to Hell. However, since the Ferrymen still had not arrived, she had no choice but to wait.

A moment of silence later, Zagum's lips curled into a sinister smile."Foolish question. I am not the strongest in Hell. Each Layer of Hell has its own Ruler, and the further down you go, the more powerful the Rulers are."

"With that being said, I'll start with the monarchical hierarchy."

After saying this, Zagum flicked his wrist and words appeared in the air for them to read.

<{Hell's Monarchical Hierarchy.}>

<{1 Emperor/Empress

3 Kings/Queens

5 Grand Dukes/Grand Duchesses

7 Princes/Princesses

9 Dukes/Duchesses

11 Marquesses/Marchionesses

13 Earls/Countesses

15 Viscounts/Viscountesses

17 Barons/Baronesses}>

Once the Immortal Souls finished reading the words in the air, a loud commotion occurred.

"Heh, so he's just a weakling."

"A mere last-placed Baron, yet he acts like some big shot!"

"Don't kill him immediately! Even though he's a weakling, he should still know how to escape this Hellhole."

"Hahaha! Good idea! Let's tie him up and torture him until he tells us how to leave."

Zagum looked at the ten who clamored the loudest with an evil smirk before addressing the millions, who had remained silent, "What about you all? Do you want to rebel as well?"

"In Hell, only the strongest are respected." Zagum snapped his fingers, enveloping the ten idiots in Hellfire. The ten of them struggled, but to their horror, they quickly realized they could not remove the mysterious fire. Continue your saga on empire

The other Immortal Souls watched them burn in horror and any thoughts they had of rebelling were washed away from their minds.

For the next few minutes, the Shore of the Beginning was filled with the sweet music of crying and begging for mercy.

Well… to Zagum, it was a Heavenly melody but for the Immortal Souls, it was a melody straight out of Hell.

"Let this be a lesson to all of you. There is no escape from Hell, if you can't even touch the hair of the weakest Ruler in Hell." Zagum then snapped his fingers again and the Hellfire disappeared, revealing the figures of the ten Immortal Souls. Surprisingly, their bodies were pristine without a single scar.

After they were freed from the Hellish torture they quickly kowtowed to Zagum.

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

However, Zagum ignored them and continued coldly, "In Hell, if you want to be a Noble, kill the current Ruler. It's that simple. We, the Rulers have all done it previously. Hell, even the current Empress obtained her position after killing the previous Emperor."

"Does that mean we can be Rulers as well?" Dan Zinquan, who had remained quiet since the beginning, asked while bowing as low as possible.

Realizing his question could be misinterpreted, he quickly added with a stutter, "I-I meant no disrespect to Your Excellency. I was talking about the second Layer Ruler."

"You can. Just because you have died and arrived in Hell, doesn't mean you can't be Rulers." Zagum continued with a toothy smile, "A few of the current and past Rulers were Mages who died and were sent to Hell. However, it's much harder for a Soul to become a Ruler."

He mysteriously sighed after saying the last sentence.