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**[Log entry: Day 40, Log 473]**
I have been walking the dog for too long.
I already know that he is leading me to my death. It does not take two brain cells rubbing together to realize that the demons have gotten stronger and more humanoid. They have gone from looking like a grotesque mangle of flesh to somewhat resembling a demon, and they also have gained more brain cells compared to those before.
But all those I met only had a resemblance of conscience, with a slight ability to think. Most were just attacking with instincts. The dog had two brain cells more than the others, it listens to orders well—except when it leads me into traps.
They really tried hunting me when I got explosives.
And this dog had gotten more like a dog from eating all the others. Of course, I feed it; I am not a demon. Hehehe, it's funny to say that in hell for some reason. I wonder if I will meet some good demons who are going to try to take my soul for guiding me out of this hell.
But can they?
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**[Log entry: Day 41, Log 499]**
I wasn't expecting to meet those demons I was talking about this soon—good.
Following that treacherous dog, I have arrived at what seems like a waypoint. A small city filled with demons of different sizes and shapes, looking like monsters from some souls game. But what is a souls game? I have zero idea, but it's in my knowledge for some reason. And my hand trembles every time I think about it.
Whatever, I now need to find a way to sneak into the city and meet a higher-ranked demon. I don't think walking into the den of demons would be the best way. Maybe my old self should have brought that John guy.
Now what do I do?
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**[Log entry: Day 41, Log 501]**
Okay, the plan is to sneak in, find the more sentient demon, and ask it to guide me on how I can get my memories back. Once I get my memory back, I can plan the rest later. More information, more solutions.
I have already deduced the plan. The suit has a stealth option.
However, the problem is how much this stealth can work. The tech can't detect spiritual beings with sensors, especially in hell. How the hell did he not create tech that can detect spiritual beings? Or did he get lazy thinking he could just see them with his eyes?
I bet all my shit that it was the latter.
He probably thought that he was being slick, but he has now put me in a mess. Let's just hope that the stealth works. As long as the demons don't detect me, I should be fine.
Let's hope that it works.
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**[Log entry: Day 41, Log 502]**
It works, although a bit weirdly.
Demons can't seem to see me, but when I cross them, they turn their eyes toward me. It's like they can sense my presence, but other senses don't detect me.
Stealth is not the best of my forte. I have an itch to kill everyone I come across so I don't leave any witnesses. It's like an itch that can't quite be scratched.
But I am inside this shitty city. The demons are not acting like demons. Everyone is so chill on the streets—very happy to be alive, I guess, in hell?
Okay, I take that back. I just saw what was happening in the alleyway. Some demons torturing other smaller and weaker demons. All of them look like they eat chili with cheese topping and a side dish—always angry. However, I decided not to interfere with all the ruckus. I am in stealth. I am a ninja who is walking in the middle of the fuckin' street.
Hell is really just Gotham on its bad night, huh?
Another thought with no context. More thoughts without context are popping up now and then. My memories should be reaching for me. I will get them later. Now I need to find where the head of the city is.
I jumped above buildings and ran on the rooftops toward that rising building in the center. I guess that should be where the head of this place is.
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**[Log entry: Day 41, Log 503]**
I have found the guy who is leading this city.
It is a skinny demon wearing pants, with glasses, and looking like he should be running a firm. Who in hell died and made him head? But if he is in this position, it means that he has the power to keep the other demons in check.
I am not dumb enough to just reveal myself and demand answers. Yet for some reason, I get the feeling that I would have done just that. What the hell was my old self thinking? Did he have a death wish? Is that why he jumped into hell? Is he suicidal? Now I don't want my memories back.
Whatever, I need to make sure that everything will go right if I reveal myself. So, I turned on my suit's defenses. I don't know if the suit can handle spiritual attacks, but it should tank physical attacks.
I revealed myself.
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**[Log entry: Day 41, Log 504]**
Okay, things didn't go as planned.
The guy didn't react with any aggression, or any reaction for that matter. When I asked him why, he answered that it was not the first time he had seen a human appearing in hell. He also mentioned that John-guy frequents more than he should and brings all kinds of trouble.
The dude was chill; I didn't know demons were chill like that.
"Do you know how I can get my memories back?"
"It's a side effect of entering Hell without preparation; they will return when you are out of hell's influence."
"Okay, then do you know how I can get out of hell's influence?"
"It's easy, you just need to get out of Hell."
"How do I get out?"
"Just return like you came in."
"I don't know how—no memories."
"To get memories, you need to get out of hell's influence."
"How?"
"Get out of hell."
"I can't."
"Then there are other ways."
"Other ways?"
"Yes, a demon contract."
"Where do I get one?"
"I can provide it for you."
"What's the price?"
"Your soul."
"Okay."
With that, I made a contract with the demon to sell my soul. He then did something and drew a spell circle in the air, pointing it at me. My suit put up a shield, but it just passed through and hit my body. A spell circle expanded around me, chains reaching from the darkness trying to chain my soul.
The black, smoke-like chain reached to the depth of my soul, which feels like a bad idea—for the demon. The chain reached far and farther but never reached my soul. I could tell that it was being devoured by something.
Even the demon looked shocked as he saw the spell drain of its color.
"You a-are... soulless."
"Huh?"
"How can an abomination like you without a soul enter Hell?"
"Don't be dumb, now give back my memories."
I demanded as the demon degenerated into a mad mess. The veins on his body bulged as he turned red like a tomato. His figure twisted and grew in unequal proportions. He looked like a twisted abomination as he filled the space with his mass.
"Since you dare to scam me with a contract, I shall show you a world of pain and make you beg to be my toy."
The mass of red kept talking, but his twisted vocal cords were not the best in conveying his emotions in words. I will ask another demon then since this guy doesn't want to talk.
"Whatever dude, I am leaving."
I said and turned away, leaving the twitching demon alone. But he didn't want to. He lifted his comically large hand and punched out. I, in reflex, crossed my arms. I felt the force of collision travel through my body, the suit glowing in resonance. The force that was traveling through my body disappeared, and the massive hand moved no further.
I tilted my head, confused a bit. Did my suit just absorb the force?
[Threat detected!]
[Shifting mode to combat!]
Wait! You're telling me you have a combat mode? Hey, answer me.
[...]
The system is not auto? Freaking kidding me! But that's not the point I was focused on. The suit that looked like a coat was now getting tighter, neon gold flowing like veins through its fabric. The lines extended to my arms, the structure of the black sleeves changing to that of golden gauntlets while a golden circle with a cross appeared on my chest with many golden veins flowing through the rest of my suit.
Okay, Past Zion really did come prepared. He built the suit.
[Target: Demon]
*shizzle*
I didn't have the time to wonder as the sound of sizzling flesh and the cooking smell filled the room. I looked to the front to see the demon pull its hands back, its disfigured face still wearing glasses. It looked to be in very much pain and agony.
"How can you possess Holy energy?"
The demon cried as he reeled in fear, but I could only be shocked. Holy energy? Did my suit function on Holy energy? Damn, I did come prepared. Then... I reached into my coat and pulled out an item that was with many grenades.
The Iron Cross, blessed by holy water, stolen from the church.
I pointed the Cross at the demon. The demon instantly scurried away from it as if it saw its worst enemy. Seeing this, I couldn't help but grin.
Heheheheheheh HaAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA.
"Now you are under my
control, Demon! Answer my inquiries with nothing but truth, or I shall vanquish you to hell." I said proudly.
"Huh? But I am already in hell."
I pushed the cross forward, frightening the man further. "Stop refuting me, mutt! I am trying to be cool. Now answer me, how can I get my memories back? And tell me where Trigon is?"
"Your memories will return the moment you leave this ring and enter the Nine Rings of Hell. Trigon's realm is in the sixth ring."
"Then where am I?"
"The Forbidden Zone, the outer rim of Hell where twisted souls with no redemption arrive."
"How do I get out of here?"
"You need the seal of the Demon Lord of the Forbidden Zone, Nytemayr."
"Where is he?"
"At the edge of the Forbidden Zone, sleeping." The man moved in a hurry and pulled something similar to a compass. It was a meatball with an eye. "It will take you to him."
"Okay." I snatched the eyeball from him. I was very much grateful that I was wearing gloves. I looked at the mass of wiggling flesh and put the cross back into my pocket. I pulled something else out and handed it to the demon.
I then jumped out of the window, just in time for the man to cry in horror as the Holy bomb exploded.
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Quantum tempus, since someone asked for image