Qin Ye is a rational person. All measure of irrationality in his heart had already been whittled away to nothingness by his long, arduous interactions with society.

Thus, he knew what he was good at, and where his limitations lay. He would readily steer clear of any full-on confrontations that involved him personally, because he knew that his true strength lies in working in the shadows, and orchestrating scenarios clandestinely.

In other words, he was a seemingly unassuming man with sufficient output to influence the tides of war all by himself. Someone akin to… Twitch?[1]

Thus, Qin Ye had mulled extensively over how each step of Hell’s development should proceed. His present approach was something that he had also already decided upon, except that he had in this instance raised it for Arthis’ comments and consideration.

“What’s the matter? Not possible?”

Arthis stared at him as though she had just seen a ghost, “The new Hell is only at the level of a town, and you’re already thinking of establishing a new city outside? Don’t you think you’re putting the cart before the horse?”

“I only want to know whether it’s possible or not.” Qin Ye explained, “The reason is simple. One, we have too few ghostly citizens right now. Two, our income stream is limited. Three, the imperial court meeting at the end of the year is bound to be a touch-and-go. Some will join us, while others will prefer to remain separate and distinct from us. If I’m able to establish trade agreements with those...