## Chapter 1733 – Sword God’s Foreigner – The Life of a Transcender
Hell.
Hell, you say.
“Come to think of it, I’ve been running things rather haphazardly.”
I had created several dimensions for punishment, but I only managed them on an as-needed basis, not systematically. I hadn’t felt the need to go that far.
But if Elysee wants it!
“Great! Shall we make it properly this time!”
“Yes!!!!! Saint-nim!!!!!!!”
ㅡSlam!
Elysee was so happy that she smiled brightly and cheered.
“Hooray!!!”
“Hahahahahahaha!”
It was such an adorable gesture that I burst into laughter, grabbed both of Elysee’s hands, and spun her around.
“Saint-nim!!! I think it would be good to properly design Hell first!!”
“Design? Is there anything to design? Inhumane sugarcane-“
“Saint-nim. There are too many sugarcane fields.”
“Hey, hey. Elysee. That’s too obvious. Sugarcane fields symbolize the evils of imperialism-“
“Saint-nim! There are too many sugarcane fields!”
“That’s what I’m saying.”
“Saint-nim! There are too many sugarcane fields!”
ㅡSaint-nim! There are too many sugarcane fields!
Elysee repeated those words, her eyes sparkling like stars. I felt a chill and immediately nodded.
“Y-yes! A paradigm shift! We need to create a variety of hells!”
“Of course!!! Saint-nim!!! We will need hells divided by type!!!”
Only then did the chill disappear.
Elysee chattered like an excited canary, planning for the future. I almost collapsed in fear just now.
“First, let’s go somewhere quiet and plan together! If Saint-nim’s and my brains combine, we can create an efficient and overwhelming hell! We need to set proper rules on which souls to push into which hell!”
It seems our Elysee has been thinking about this for a while. What can I do? She’s talking so excitedly, I have to go and start planning right away.
“Alright, Elysee! Let’s go somewhere quiet!”
“Let’s go!!!”
ㅡFlash!
There’s still a little more to do in this world, but it doesn’t matter since I can always come back later.
ㅡWhoosh!
I immediately opened a gate and headed to a quiet place with Elysee.
* * *
“Hmm… After organizing it, there are quite a variety of hells, Saint-nim.”
“Right?”
“Among them, my favorite hell is definitely ‘Grandpa Mangtae’s Collection Room’.”
ㅡSwish, swish.
Elysee wrote on the paper and numbered it.
[Hell No. 1: Grandpa Mangtae’s Collection Room]
-A space with an endless wilderness. The sky is bright blue, but the ground is black. This is because the wasteland floor is dotted with black holes. If you consider the wasteland as skin, these countless holes are all sweat glands.
-The holes are connected to endless darkness. As soon as the lid is closed, all sound and light are blocked, and the only remaining stimulus is what one thinks of oneself. The beings trapped inside, whether souls or living beings with bodies, all feel immense fear and suffer.
“I really like the fact that there are no injuries even if you are trapped in a hole. You are just eternally afraid. It is a truly attractive hell.”
When you enter a hole, all kinds of nutrients are supplied by my power, and your health is maintained. If you are a being with a body, you can live there forever.
“Hehehe, right?”
“Wasn’t that clown Maharn suffering here?”
“Yeah. So he’s listening very well now. He’s, uh, preaching Fusion Confucianism to the trainees for educational purposes. He’s about to burst his vocal cords.”
The kid went completely crazy and begged me, so I made him an instructor.
“Hehehe, that is a truly desirable measure. Ah, and the concept of hell is really good. Countless holes… The fact that anyone can enter. That can be used as a warning.”
In addition, this collection room is managed by my summon, the giant Grandpa Mangtae. He is obsessed with wandering endlessly through the hole-filled wasteland, putting the prisoners I throw into the holes, and closing the lids.
“It might be okay to distribute a catalog introducing each hell to the punishment agencies!”
Elysee suggested educating the prisoners in the real world about what kind of hells there are in detail. Well, that would drastically reduce the recidivism rate, but…
“Elysee. That won’t work. I decided not to tell humans about the afterlife.”
“Ah, I forgot for a moment. If they know about the afterlife, they may not find meaning in reality.”
That’s exactly it.
“For now, it’s best to keep this hell. It doesn’t inflict direct pain, but it inflicts severe mental pain. It’s a soft hell. We can rank the prisoners and…”
“Hmm…”
So, Elysee and I thought about how to operate Hell.
“Elysee. In principle, crimes that occur in the real world should be resolved in that prison.”
The hell I created is another dimension made with my power. Harvesting sugarcane here is meaningless. It’s not actually a resource, and even if you harvest it, it just disappears. Likewise, the sugarcane doesn’t disappear either. You’re just doing meaningless labor against mirage-like sugarcane.
It only exists for the purpose of inflicting pain through simple labor. Of course, if you send criminals from the real world to such a place, there will be no money to compensate the victims.
“Of course. It must be so. But there are beings in the world who need more pain than death. Heretics and heinous criminals. Those guys must be put into hell in their soul state and suffer.”
“Of course, they should. Then let’s operate Hell only for those guys.”
“Understood!”
One rule for using Hell has been established.
Heinous beings whose crimes cannot be atoned for even by death. By subordinating their souls to Hell and making them suffer endlessly.
“Then shall we use the Collection Room for that purpose?”
“I think we need a hell that inflicts more direct pain. Being trapped in endless darkness is fine… but pain is still necessary.”
“Good. Let’s create a new hell. Elysee. Open up the idea bank.”
Actually, I have all the classic images of hell. Hellfire, or Buddhist hell. Should I create a hell with a Buddhist concept?
“Elysee. Do you know anything about Buddhism?”
“Yes. It was a religion with an attractive worldview. I especially liked the detailed settings of Hell. Earthlings seem to have a lot of imagination, both now and in ancient times.”
Elysee nodded in satisfaction.
“But I couldn’t understand the criteria for going to Hell, and I felt anger. Buddhist Hell is… to put it simply, a place where you suffer eternally for even a minor mistake. In addition, people who lead ordinary and mundane lives all fall into Hell.”
That’s true.
It’s just fiction, so I overlooked it, but if you look at the facts, Buddhist Hell was a space ruled by evil gods of other religions.
“It can be overlooked because it’s just imagination, but if such a place actually existed, all beings in the Buddhist worldview are evil gods and heretics!”
Elysee thinks the same way as me.
Of course, if you do bad things, you go to hell, but the scope of those bad things is ridiculously wide.
Even if you just breathe and live, you go to hell, that’s Buddhist hell.
Even if you dismember a person, it is a noble act if there is a justifiable reason. But the Buddhist worldview does not tolerate such beings. They severely punish you for killing someone for a justifiable reason.
“Hehehe, that’s true. According to Buddhism, Elysee and I would all be going to hell, right? How many people have we killed?”
The number of people we killed in our family alone would be enormous.
“That is absolutely unacceptable! Dismembering heretics is truly a noble act…!”
“Well, let’s move on. It’s just a religion on Earth that doesn’t have a god. We just need to take a page from Buddhist Hell.”
“Yes!”
ㅡPhew!
Only then did Elysee calm down. That appearance is truly adorable.
“Then let’s think about it one by one. Being boiled or burned forever. I think that’s very good.”
“I can make that easily.”
Even the demons of Pandemonium know how to torture souls, so why can’t I? If I create a dimension that burns forever and put souls inside, that alone is a great punishment.
“Ah, but we need to temporarily put the guys caught in other dimensions besides our Cheonma Divine Kingdom somewhere.”
“Isn’t that the soft educational sugarcane field? The place where we just put the protesters.”
“Yeah. That.”
“I think that place can be used for that purpose.”
“Good. Then soft sugarcane-“
“Instead of calling it a sugarcane field, how about simply naming it Spiritual Education Hell?”
Elysee, why do you hate sugarcane fields so much?
So, Elysee and I had a pleasant conversation while designing Hell and establishing rules. It’s actually really fun to do this. I should have done it sooner.
“Then shall we make one as a test? I happen to have collected the souls of some bastards who died before finishing their sentences.”
Specifically, they are in the punishment sugarcane field in soul form.
“Good! Those criminals’ souls should be put in Hell for the remainder of their sentences and then released!”
“Let’s do that. Ah, and let’s go catch the protesters later. To commemorate the reorganization of Hell, we need to put some trainees in to liven up the atmosphere.”
“Understood!”
I’m going to throw them all into Spiritual Education Hell!
