Savior Simulator

"Alas, he is so pitiful." The poet had tears in his eyes, revealing the delicate emotional side of a literary and artistic creator. "I sympathize with his plight, but I have no choice. I really love that poetic drama so much that in order to get it , I am not afraid to break through all the laws and ethics in the world, just like two love rivals in a duel, either you die or I live. "

"Yes, we romantics are so desperate and passionate!"

After listening to the poet's confession, Saratus groaned and made a fair evaluation of his soul: "My child, you have a lot of personality, but you are not crazy and depraved enough. There are many villains like you in the abyss. Yes, most of them can grow into Quasai Demons. As for higher levels, it depends on your luck. "

The Quasai Demon is the so-called "little devil", and its social status among the Tanar'ri is only higher than that of the Coward Demon.

Saratus waved his hand and ordered the eagle demon deacon beside him to carry out the execution.

The Eagle Demon raised its talons, used "telekinesis", and closed the lid of the "Iron Maiden" from a distance.

Accompanied by a burst of screams, the "Poet Laureate" in "The Iron Maiden" was stabbed to death by numerous steel cones. Blood gurgled out from the cracks in the iron shell, staining the floor of the confessional red.

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The next person to make his deathbed confession was a hereditary tax collector. His fat body was filled with "iron virgins", and the iron chains could barely bind his overly plump belly.

This fat man doesn't have much interest in jewelry, art, or women. He joins the Hellfire Club just to have a big meal here every week.

The greatest pleasure in Mr. Tax Collector's life is to taste the world's delicacies.

"Father, I have tasted almost all the meals listed on the menus of the big restaurants!"

“I’ve eaten so many good things, such as wine-soaked lamprey, smoked dodo, grilled dolphin, swan pie, and slices of air-dried unicorn ham paired with cheese made from mermaid lactofermentation…”

"Each of these delicacies is delicious in its own way, but after eating it a few times, I get tired of it and cannot satisfy my lofty pursuit of food for a long time."

"Until one day, I tasted a very tender stew at the house of a friend who was doing charity. The taste was more memorable than any delicacy I had ever tasted in my life..."

"After my persistent questioning, my friend Carl Freddy finally told the truth. It turned out that it was a private dish cooked by his wife, Mrs. Agatha Freddy, and the ingredients were taken from..."

The tax collector lowered his voice so that only he and the devil could hear what he said.

"At first I couldn't accept what Freddy and his wife did. I vomited all the stew I just swallowed on the floor, and ran away from Freddy's house in despair."

"However, when I got home, I couldn't forget the stew. I had endless aftertaste. It was like an addiction. I couldn't help but want to eat it."

"I barely managed to survive a week, but I went back to the Freddys and gave them a large check. It was nominally a donation to the workhouse, but actually it was for food."

"From then on, I enjoyed a delicious stew every week until the tragic death of the kind Freddie couple six months ago, and no one could cook this delicacy for me anymore."

"Oh, Father, appetite is the driving force for people to be positive. In order to eat this dish again, I had to do it myself. I spent a lot of money and manpower to search for raw materials suitable for stew, and also studied my cooking skills. ”

After hearing the tax collector talk about his ultimate pursuit of delicious food, Saratus nodded appreciatively.

"After listening to your story, I seem to have enjoyed a sumptuous spiritual meal! Dear Mr. Gourmet, I am optimistic that your soul will be favored by the will of the abyss, and in the form of a 'soul-eating demon', it will be obtained in the blood pool of the abyss. newborn."