Baal had a very convenient ability. 

It was the ability to divide his ego into dozens or hundreds of fragments to create and operate clones. It was possible for him to climb up to the surface without many restrictions, kill humans, and bring them to hell. 

The targets had always been similar—humans who would become angels after dying. Simply put, they were talents coveted by the archangels. If Baal didn’t have this ability, hell would’ve been a world of only the weak, just as Yatan intended at first. 

Thump! 

A pillar of gray fell over Baal’s head. A fragment that had ascended to the surface had died. Baal recovered the experience and memory of the life that lasted shorter than a day and returned as a handful of light. 

“This is good.” 

Originally, Baal used to feel unpleasant whenever he absorbed the memories of his ego fragments. It couldn’t be pleasant to watch the disgrace of the fragments who didn’t realize they were only an insignificant part of him. However, it was different this time. 

A deep smile spread across Baal’s face. 

“It is better than expected.” 

Asura’s hand—even though he was unable to withstand the power of Sword Saint Kraugel’s ‘sword’ and his ego died in vain, which caused...