However, the situation around the World still hadn't improved much.
Because Orochi's Fangs fear aura had already enveloped the entire globe, under this shroud.
Except for a few strong-willed individuals, everyone else constantly felt as if a cold gun was pressed against their Sun.
This feeling, like a persistent maggot, slowly eroded people's sanity, even pushing the strongest individuals to the brink of madness.
The suicide rates and robbery rates around the World were continuously rising.
— — —
Demon Group
White light illuminated from Xiaoyu's hand, enveloping the entire Demon Group and shielding them from the influence.
"Xiaoyu has also become so powerful."
Penny's face was filled with admiration.
"I also want to be a goddess."
Nina's face was full of envy.
"Goddess, goddess."
Morgan called out from the side, echoing them.
Xiaoyu's nose turned up from the praise; she wasn't as useless as Hela said.
Damian quietly began to train, realizing he was still too weak.
— — —
San Francisco.
"Dad, boo hoo, I feel so awful!"
A father looked at his constantly crying daughter, his eyes brimming with tears.
"Tiffany, just hold on a little longer."
The father held a pistol in his hand, repeatedly raising and lowering it. He knew that just one pull could end all the pain.
"Boo hoo, Dad..."
His daughter's cries pierced his heart like sharp knives.
"Oh, Demon King!"
The father desperately raised the pistol to his Sun, his finger touching the trigger.
Just as he was about to end the pain.
"Listen carefully, all humans on Earth, to what I am about to say."
A voice echoed from televisions, street big screens, and community broadcasts.
Whether crying, committing suicide, or robbing, everyone stopped their actions.
An aged figure in a magnificent black robe appeared on the television.
"I am the Pope of the Demon King Cult. I know you are all in great pain right now, but you must persevere.
Because this is God of Fear's provocation against the Demon King's territory. Now, your Death will become nourishment for the enemy.
According to the Demon King Cult's doctrine, your Death is aiding the enemy, and after Death, you will fall into the eighteen layers of hell to suffer a hundred years of torment.
These torments will vary based on your method of Death.
Now, let me introduce them to you.
The first layer… "
The Pope began to explain unhurriedly, describing it vividly and graphically.
People around the World broke out in cold sweat, even the children's cries lowered, and their eyes grew increasingly terrified.
Question: What is the best way to comfort someone in fear?
Answer: Deeper fear!
All those contemplating suicide threw their knives and guns far away. They could distinguish between momentary pain and a hundred years of torment, knowing which was heavier.
In a small alley.
"No, no, no, please don't kill me, I don't want to go into the oil pot!"
A middle-aged man pleaded with a burly man.
The burly man threatened.
"Give me all your money."
Soon, the burly man looked at the wallet, phone, and password in his hand, his face filled with greedy eyes.
"Additionally, for those who commit robbery, murder, rape, or theft during this chaos, there will be an eighteen-day hell tour package, personalized Demon companionship, and other activities…"
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