Qin Ye could sense that he had been maturing in his character ever since Hell’s establishment.

Perhaps he wasn’t quite there yet, but he could sense the differences in the manner in which people around him treated him. Wang Chenghao no longer dared to joke with him. Arthis no longer dared to cuss and swear at him. Even the elderly men in Hell were slowly but surely beginning to treat him with more and more respect. He was once a reckless youth that was just feeling his way about, but he was slowly and surely shaping up to become a man befitting of the title King Yanluo of Hell.

Two years in, he was already dealing with the delicate subject of international strife. He could no longer afford to be as casual and lackadaisical as before. He could no longer afford to act with wanton disregard to the consequences.

But what was most surprising about this was the fact that he hardly felt any sense of rejection for the responsibilities on his shoulder.

Perhaps his experiences had moulded him along the way, or perhaps the different things he’d seen in his world travels had opened his eyes to whole new perspectives, but either way, he felt as though… nature seemed to be taking its ordinary course with him.

Has the Second King Yanluo successfully brainwashed me?

Think carefully now…

He smiled back in response to the gestures of goodwill brought by the various Alkebulan Underworlds. He was no longer as childish as before, and he naturally wouldn’t drag things out just...