"Big brother."
"Hmm."
"What is this?"
At the edge of the Netherworld Pure Land, Anya looked curious. Her brother had just waved his right hand, and a blood pool appeared before her eyes.
And it was a bubbling blood pool.
It looked quite terrifying.
But Anya had spent a few years in Hell, her threshold had been raised, so although the blood pool looked creepy, she was more curious about what it was.
Hawk said nothing but pulled out a Heavenly Soul, who had eyes as pure as a pollution-free college student, from an Eden Apple and threw it into the blood pool in front of them.
As the Heavenly Soul was tossed in, the boiling blood pool suddenly stilled.
Only then did Hawk look at his sister who had come over, and smiled slightly: "Afraid you'd be bored here, so I brought out some playmates for you."
Anya heard this, looked at her brother, and blinked.
"Playmates?"
"Mmhm."
Hawk smiled and then looked again at the blood pool that was bubbling once more: "You'll see in a moment."
As the words fell.
Inside the boiling blood pool, something seemed to be emerging.
Anya too stared unblinking at the blood pool in front of her.
The next second.
A woman, fearsome in appearance and blood-red all over, emerged from the blood pool as if she were stepping out of a bath.
Anya's eyes widened.
"Big brother, this is..."
"A Blood Elf!"
Hawk's lips slightly curved up.
He looked at the Blood Elf soaking quietly in the blood pool before him, who carried the perfect aura of the Blood God, Hell, and Heaven, and who was now gazing at him with pure eyes. A sense of being a 'creator' suddenly welled up inside him.
This was what he had thought of, and created, as a unique being of his Netherworld, after obtaining and refining the Blood God Dimension, and merging it into the Netherworld.
Even though his Little Cosmos had yet to truly materialize.
But that was okay.
The beings in the Netherworld only needed a soul.
The Eden Apples he had previously obtained from the cloning expert Dr. Merick contained a vast number of blank Heavenly Souls.
But those souls belonged to Heaven.
If Hawk wanted to use them, he first had to cleanse them and make them his own.
But previously, he couldn't.
Because his Little Cosmos hadn't truly materialized and didn't have the function to cleanse souls.
But with the death of Blood God Madola, he left an ownerless Blood God Dimension. And it was a real, existing dimension.
This was…
Great.
Hawk was in no hurry to accept the Blood God Dimension but wrapped it completely with his Sixth Sense for several days. After he was truly sure that Blood God Madola had completely vanished, he accepted the Blood God Dimension.
Mephisto's words were not to be trusted, not even a punctuation mark.
Similarly.
He also didn't fully trust Blood God Madola's words.
Mephisto was not a good person.
Was Blood God Madola any better?
After a few days, when his Sixth Sense detected that the Blood God Dimension was indeed collapsing further due to the absence of its master, Hawk chose to receive the Blood God Dimension, and after a few more days of exploration, he integrated it into his Netherworld.
From that moment, his Little Cosmos already had an anchor point in the real universe.
The Blood God...
Bah!
The Blood God is dead, and nothing can be done about it, not even burning paper. The dimension now should be called the Blood Dimension.
The dried-up Blood God Dimension has nothing to do with his Blood Dimension.
With the Reality Gemstone in hand.
To energize the Blood Dimension, it was just a matter of a thought.
But previously, due to absorbing life energy and liberating a portion of the Reality Gemstone's computational power, Hawk filled up the computational power of the Reality Gemstone once again.
However...
All of this was worth it.
With the Blood Dimension, he could convert the massive number of souls in the Eden Apples, turning those Heaven Dimension souls into a life race unique to him.
Which is the current Blood Elf Race.
The Blood Elf, who emerged from the blood pool, bright clear eyes, upon seeing Hawk on the shore, changed form once again.
The demonic horns symbolizing death disappeared, and the Blood Elf, with long, blood-red, and smooth hair and the iconic long pointed ears of a Blood Elf, stepped elegantly out of the blood pool in a blood-red long dress, knelt on one knee before Hawk, and looked up at him.
"Master!"
"Hmm."
Hawk looked at the seductive and charming Blood Elf he created, the first of her kind, and smiled slightly: "From now on, you're called Kaela, the chieftain of the Blood Elf Race."
Blood Elf Kaela's voice was ethereal.
"Thank you, Master."
"Rise."
"Yes."
Blood Elf Kaela rose gracefully from the ground and then looked at Anya beside her, kneeling on one knee once more.
"Miss."
"...Brother."
Anya was slightly startled and looked at Hawk.
Hawk smiled at his sister: "The Netherworld Blood Elves will be your guards, and Kaela is the guard leader I prepared for you. Didn't you say I wouldn't let you play outside of the Pure Land? With Kaela, if you want to go to the Nether Prison, you can."
Although the Netherworld belonged to him, and nothing could escape his perception.
But…
He worked hard to find his sister again, and he didn't want any more accidents to happen to her.
Even if Hawk was a hundred percent sure that his sister Anya was safe in his Netherworld.
He just couldn't rest easy.
This must be a symptom.
Hawk knew this too, but after having exclusive life Blood Elves in the Netherworld, it was no longer an issue.
The Blood Elves, created by him and absolutely loyal to him, were perfect to become guardians for his sister.
In this way, even if he wasn't in the Netherworld, if Anya wanted to visit places outside the Pure Land, there would be no safety concerns.
Indeed.
Anya's eyes lit up when she heard she could go to the Nether Prison; her smile couldn't be contained.
"Really?"
"Of course."
Hawk looked at Anya with an indulgent expression: "But you'll need Kaela's Blood Elves with you."
Anya blinked.
"Blood Elves...?"
"Of course!"
Hawk smiled slightly, and then with a thought, more Heavenly Souls were thrown into the Blood Pool.
As the Blood Pool began to boil incessantly, these souls originally marked by Heaven underwent a transformation after being cleansed by the Netherworld Blood Pool, turning into one dazzling Blood Elf after another emerging from the Blood Pool—all blonde-haired, blue-eyed, and strikingly tall.
Of course.
Where there are women, there are men.
However, compared to the unparalleled beauty of the female Blood Elves, the male Blood Elves created by Hawk looked considerably unsightly.
The most direct evidence being, the male Blood Elves were so ugly that there were no pictures of them.
If the female Blood Elves were Hawk's meticulous masterpiece, not only powerful but also beautiful and enchanting creations.
Then the male Blood Elves were Hawk's hastily-made works.
But this was normal.
As for men, as long as they could serve as beasts of burden, why did they need to look good?
If he created female Blood Elves to serve as guardians for his sister, then the male Blood Elves were meant to be beasts of burden.
"Your name is Kai!"
Hawk casually named the first male Blood Elf who emerged from the Blood Pool: "From today onwards, you will be stationed in the Nether Prison to manage the evil spirits within."
The male Blood Elf named Kai responded in a low, powerful voice.
Yes.
The male Blood Elves were created by Hawk to help him manage the Nether Prison.
After all, there were already over five hundred spirits in his Nether Prison.
This was a promise from Mephisto.
The spirits he killed belonged to him.
No matter if Mephisto really was, as Blood God Madola said, an ally of Yahweh.
One phrase.
It doesn't concern him, he never truly believed in Mephisto.
Whether Mephisto was deceiving or confusing him, does it matter? No, it doesn't.
Only kids would choose between options.
Heaven!
Hell!
He wanted them all.
Previously, because he lacked manpower, even if he occupied Hell, he neither wanted nor had a way to personally manage the living and dead of Earth.
But now he could create his own race, having subordinates absolutely loyal to him.
In that case, Mephisto no longer needed to continue existing.
No one snores beside my bed.
So...
"Old Mephisto."
"Don't say I didn't give you a chance."
"Agreeing to cooperate with you was your chance."
"You better seize it well."
Hawk looked at the male Blood Elves continually emerging from the Blood Pool, a sneer appeared on his lips, thinking thus.
As thousands of male Blood Elves moved into the Nether Prison, those souls trying to find ways to slack off and lessen their punishment within his meticulously designed Nether Prison encountered their exclusive jailers.
One soul after another was beaten to the point of wailing.
Including Merick in the Frozen Nether Prison.
Merick, who had died countless times, continued to remain still after resurrecting, allowing the extreme cold behind him to swallow him again.
Mainly because not thinking means not feeling pain.
But as two male Blood Elves arrived, Dr. Merick let out a scream.
A male Blood Elf fiercely flicked his right hand, a Blood Whip appeared in his hand, and then struck like lightning on Dr. Merick's face.
"Snap!"
"Ah!"
"Move!"
Dr. Merick, seeing the male Blood Elves who clearly didn't exist before but now appeared, seemed to be dumbfounded.
As a result, another snapping sound.
Merick screamed in pain.
Alexander Pierce, who had been walking ahead, even after so many deaths continued without ever slacking off, heard the screams behind him, shook his head, and finally continued silently choosing to move forward.
Standing above the Frozen Nether Prison, Hawk frowned as he looked down at Alexander Pierce.
Thinking for a moment.
He chose not to look at Alexander Pierce.
After all—
He had given him two chances.
He wouldn't give a third chance.
Hawk thought silently, his mind shifting back to reality.
In sight.
Gwen, who had changed her clothes, walked out from the wardrobe.
"Let's go!"
"Peter and Felicia are already at the chapel."
"..."