Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 358 Mission: 07-2 Broken Space
On the other side, Nero, who was also trapped in the painting, fell into the depths of scarlet chaos.

She fell headfirst into a sharp bush, and the needle-like branches pierced her skin, the stinging sensation waking her from her coma. Nero opened her eyes and saw evil red clouds and a storm rolling in from the sky, gradually swallowing up the clear blue sky.

"here it is……?"

Nero struggled to break free from the bushes and stepped onto the broken earth. Under the azure sky that hadn't been swallowed by the crimson storm, a disembodied voice rang out from afar.

“…Virgil?”

As the voice sounded, a ball of light emerged from Nero's chest and floated before her eyes.

Nero recognized it, sensing a familiarity within the light. It was a small fragment of what had once been the Yama Blade. It drifted, like a fluttering firefly, toward the sound.

So the person making the sound is...

"Eve?"

Didn't Mendes have her heart dug out and she died?

"Is this the hell of this world?" Samael said in a gloating tone from Nero's hand: "Not bad, you are really becoming more and more like the god of death."

"hell?"

Nero raised his head and looked around. A crimson storm was approaching, and the earth, floating in the void, was constantly collapsing. No matter how you looked at it, it had little to do with the appearance of hell in mythology.

"It's probably more appropriate to understand it as the underworld, but it's pretty much the same."

"…Is it…Virgil?"

The voice of "Eve" in the distance came again. Nero hesitated for a moment, but decided to go and take a look.

"Quickly...escape..."

She started running, heading towards the direction where the fragments of the Yama Sword were flying away, with a terrifying bloody storm chasing her closely behind.

"Why am I here?" Nero asked Samael, panting softly as he ran. "Is it because of the painting?"

"A little bit," Samael replied. "The painting was probably meant to allow you to communicate with her in the spiritual world, but unfortunately, you were holding me, the 'Scythe of Death', in your hands at that time. So, the painting was affected by my power and accidentally exerted too much force, and-"

"So, it's your problem?!"

Nero interrupted it viciously.

"You can't say that. I wouldn't do anything on my own initiative." Samael laughed in Nero's mind. "I'm just a weapon of yours. Can you blame the sword for killing someone?"

Nero's expression turned a little uglier.

"...You, still remember the story about King Hui of Liang?"

"what is that?"

"Forget it, it's okay."

It seems that what this guy said was just an accident.

Nero ran past the broken wall, pushed open the door and rushed into a red corridor. Only then did he notice that the prototype of this space was still the Sparta family's manor.

"Does this place really exist?" Nero asked Samael again.

As it stands, it's not unreasonable to say this is a completely shattered, shattered space of the Spiritual Prison. Furthermore, this world supposedly consists of only three realms: the human realm, the celestial realm, and the demonic realm. So where did this underworld come from?
"Of course not."

"what?"

Nero walked through the shattered corridor and addressed Samael with a questioning voice. "There truly is no such thing as a 'world of the dead' in this world. The underworld is ultimately a hope for a 'future after death'—a possible resurrection. As long as death isn't a complete end, then the dead can be resurrected."

"so?"

"Since the dead cannot be resurrected, this place is of course still the Limbo. But you should also know that the Limbo is inherently unstable. When a person falls from the collapsing Limbo, into the endless void... this is where they ultimately arrive."

Samael continued, "The deeper you go into Limbo, the further away you become from so-called 'reality.' So you can assume that everything before you is just an illusion, but who says illusions can't affect reality?"

In front of Nero, two phantoms, one red and one blue, ran past her and disappeared at the other end of the corridor.

"..."

Without any further explanation, she immediately knew that they were Dante and Virgil who once lived here.

Then she understood the true nature of this world.

"Is this the space formed by someone's power and memories deep within the Limbo?"

"That's right. And since that person is a long-dead person, it's not wrong to call this place the underworld. So, was my explanation helpful?"

It was natural not to show any good face to such a guy who was always bright in the sun, so Nero replied ruthlessly: "Perhaps, but your riddles disgust me."

"You can't hate riddles only when you're listening to them yourself, Nero."

Nero's eyes widened. This damn cane had actually memorized the formula after only hearing her say it once, and even used it on her.

"You guy?!"

"I think this makes a lot of sense. What do you think?" From the voice, Nero could almost imagine Samael looking at him with a grin.

"Then... can it be the same?"

In fact, it was indeed the same, but Nero didn't want to comply with Samael's wishes even though his face flushed, so he could only utter these words before adding an attack: "...It's so noisy."

But now that she understood the true nature of this space, Nero knew the voice calling out to her wasn't fake. It was probably the core of this world, the memories and power left behind by the angel Eve.

"--ah!"

A scream came from the depths of the Limbo. Nero was startled and quickened his pace again.

The voice was still from Eve, and she seemed to be in some danger.

To make matters worse, a group of demons also appeared before Nero. It was unknown whether they were born from Eve's memories, or if they were the original inhabitants of this area. Nero didn't bother to consider these things. Since they were demons...

"Then damn it."

"You are really extreme." Samael complained.

"The body is a demon, the heart is a demon, and things like this are just garbage that harms the world."

Nero coldly gripped his staff and pulled out the blade hidden within. "I think my classification of 'demons' is already quite strict."

A shadowy, short figure leaped over, colliding with Nero's sword and being severed. Nero casually shook off the blood from the blade and continued, "In this case, it's still a demon. What other methods can be used besides 'cleansing' it?"

"Then let them die."

"You still need to tell me?"

Nero swung his sword again.

(End of this chapter)