Chapter 580 The So-Called Emotional Value

In the distant Hell, Amberser watched Parurier brimming with self-satisfaction.

The succubus was toying with a freshly acquired Soul Currency, seemingly unable to part with it.

Amberser had just allowed Parurier to personally act in tormenting Gustavo Flint on a spiritual level. The old man had gathered no intelligence and even lost a useful assistant.

In the manipulation of human hearts, Parurier was far superior. Amberser couldn't force them into mutual destruction with just a few words, but this madwoman could. Her ability to directly sense the emotions deep within others was formidable, accurately seizing fleeting psychological vulnerabilities and easily driving people to despair.

"What is so special about this soul?"

To Amberser, the assistant's soul was mediocre at best, barely basic quality and unremarkable when stored in the bank.