Chapter 11- Meanwhile in Another Place

Meanwhile in Another Place

In the heart of a dark, oppressive dungeon, the air was thick with the stench of decay and the lingering echoes of tormented souls.

The ancient stone walls, slick with moisture and stained by centuries-old rust, stood witness to countless horrors.

The only light came from flickering torches, their weak flames casting grotesque shadows that danced eerily across the walls.

A raised platform loomed at the far end of the dungeon, shrouded in darkness.

On this platform sat a throne made of black iron, adorned with grotesque skulls and twisted barbed wire, exuding an aura of malice and pulsating with sinister energy.

Seated upon this throne was the Devil, a fearsome figure with large, curling horns protruding from his forehead.

His eyes burned with an infernal glow, and his lips curled into a cruel smile as he surveyed the scene before him.

His skin was a deep, hellish red, and his massive, muscular frame was draped in tattered, shadowy robes that seemed to absorb all light.

Before the Devil, two figures knelt on the cold, damp floor—a man and a woman.

The woman's face was contorted with fear, whereas the man's eyes were defiant. She trembled under the weight of the Devil's gaze.

Chains bound their wrists and ankles, the iron biting into their flesh and leaving painful, angry marks. They were dressed in ragged, filthy clothes that barely covered their bodies.

The man, with a fearless look in his eyes, tried to meet the Devil's gaze but faltered, his jaw tightening as he struggled against the overwhelming presence.

The woman, tears streaming down her cheeks, clutched a small, tattered piece of cloth—her hands shaking with fear and resolve.

The Devil leaned forward, his voice a low, menacing growl that reverberated through the cell. "Where is he?" he hissed, his words dripping with malice. "The child destined to end my reign? Tell me where he is, and I might spare your miserable lives."

As he spoke, the shadows in the room seemed to grow darker, closing in on the kneeling figures. The air grew colder, seeping into their bones, and the metallic taste of blood and rust lingered in their mouths.

The woman clenched her jaw, refusing to meet the Devil's gaze. "You'll never find him," she whispered, her voice trembling but resolute. "He's safe from you."

The Devil's eyes narrowed, and he rose from his throne, towering over the kneeling figures.

His presence was an overwhelming force of darkness, filling the room with a suffocating sense of dread. "You underestimate my power, dear sister," he snarled, his voice echoing ominously. "I have ways of extracting the truth, even from the most stubborn souls."

With a flick of his wrist, the Devil summoned a shadowy figure from the darkness, a twisted demon with cruel, jagged features.

The demon approached the kneeling pair, its eyes gleaming with sadistic delight as it readied its instruments of torture.

"You were the only person I ever loved, sister," the Devil said without looking back. "I didn't believe I could be betrayed by the person I loved the most."

"I didn't betray you, Brother. If you want my life, I will give it up happily, but I will not give my child to you," the woman said, looking at the floor, trembling densely in fear.

"Even if it means my death," the Devil spat.

"Malphas," he called.

"Yes, my king," the shadowy demon responded.

"Kill every newborn child in the country. Kill every child who is between one and five years of age."

"No, Brother, you can't do it," the woman cried out.

"Shut up!" the Devil snapped. "Go, Malphas. I want good news within a year."

"Yes, my king," Malphas replied, vanishing into the shadows.

"And, you," he said to the demon, which had summoned previously from the shadow 

"torture the man, but don't touch the woman, understand," He said to the demon with stern face

the, demon felt his entire body turn cold, from the devil words, he could only node in response

( just remember some lines of the poem if you want to read or ignore it's completely on you;

"He is the terror of the world all men and gods fear him"

"Even the earth trembles when he rides his horse"

"he is not the reincarnation of god, but one of the devil "

"the demon praises his name his name is "#@$%^&"

want to know, you will have to wait for some time )

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Unknown, to Chen Heng, what he thought was a good time of life, his bad luck had already kicked him several times during that time

and, an even bigger problem was coming his way

meanwhile,

Chen Heng was enjoying his daily life and was trying to learn a new spell 

"inferno",

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Finally after 1 week of daily routine

when Chen heng fell asleep, he finally woke up as Chen Heng in another world

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Thank you for making it to the end of Chapter 11, the chapter that truly tested your tolerance for… well, blissful ignorance! If there was an award for staying with characters who wander through the plot with the mental clarity of a foggy morning, it's yours. From missed clues to ignored advice, and every glaringly obvious hint that sailed over their heads, you've stuck around, and for that, I'm forever grateful.

Chapter 11 was designed to frustrate, amuse, and maybe even make you shout at the pages. Watching our heroes repeatedly choose the absolute worst option is, admittedly, a talent. Let's be real—they've now collectively ignored more red flags than a bull in a field, and yet, somehow, they persist (and so do you). If there's one thing they're an expert in, it's avoiding solutions while diving straight into problems. 

Thank you for your patience, resilience, and sense of humor in the face of their clueless decisions. Your loyalty is inspiring and quite possibly saint-like. You're part of this journey now, and Chapter 12 promises even more head-scratching moments. But maybe, just maybe, someone will finally realize what's going on. Here's to hoping—and to you!