The gods and angels were sharply weakened outside of Asgard. It was common sense by now. The problem was that strength and weakness were always relative. The gods and angels who came to the surface would suffer a powerful penalty, but there were few people in the world who could easily defeat them.

There was a loud noise and the Tower of Eternity was greatly shaken. Irregardless of the name, it felt like it would collapse at any moment. The magicians of the magic tower were scared out of their minds. Cracks spread like a spider web across the upper floors of the tower. Piaro was nailed to the center of it.

“Cough!”

He might be blood stained, but he didn’t release the strength from the hands holding the farming equipment. Blood flowed down the back of the hand along the bulging blood vessels. It was the blood scattered by the angels who died earlier. They were angels who died from their skulls being smashed by a hand plow, or their spinal cords being pulled out by a pitchfork.

“A cruel man like you would be rare even in hell. Seeing how you specifically developed and use such heinous weapons, I suspect that you are Baal disguised as a human being.”

“This is farming equipment...”

“You are going to die now.”

The angels surrounding Piaro looked tired.

The Fruit of Good and Evil—the mythical fruit that was occasionally grown in hell was extremely dangerous...