Hero Creator: The Last Hero
Ch. 42 — Intentions

The wind blows fresh, the sun warms, the sweet scent of flowers, the humming of bees, and the flapping of butterfly wings. When opening your eyes slowly there is an amazing view.

The expanse of beautiful grasslands are spacious, green, decorated with colorful flowers beautiful nian.

“What is this place, heaven?”

When the world is the place where it should be, only heaven is a beautiful place. This is definitely not the world in which he lives, it is not and is impossible.

He should have left that world, with sin and good on his back while he was alive, without his life again he went to the afterlife. It should be like that.

“This is the afterlife, but there is the presence of evil beings. Even I felt the presence of undead in the distance, could this be a place other than heaven?”

Contrary to heaven, hell must be a place of despair, suffering, repentance and sanctification. Those with sin will go there to receive reward, it is impossible that this place is hell.

Hell is often depicted with a world that burns the hottest fire, the home of the demons who help hell deliver torment to the sinful life.

With the form of a 10-year-old girl with red hair, Priscilla picked up the nearest flower, feeling so real. The aroma was so fragrant, the air was so cool regardless of what place this actually was.

*wooshh...

The wind blew fiercely and a black shadow appeared right nearby, the girl immediately raised her vigilance.

“Who's there?!” Priscilla cried while putting up the horses.

“Yang is definitely not the enemy.”

The cloaked man whose face was covered in a hood appeared, his hands raised to signify he was not an enemy. His face is fairly easy, a range of 25 years with eyes full of emptiness along with his hollow smile.

Priscilla took her distance. In a place where it is unknown what and how the world works, trusting people carelessly is foolish.

“Of course, your words may be a hidden knife.”

“It's natural for you to think so but I'm sure it's hard to tell. This world is other than where you came from, I tolerate your cautious attitude. Very good as the adopted daughter of the fairy Queen.” The man nodded his head quite satisfied.

Sayings about the Fairy Queen certainly cannot be ignored. The man seemed to know his origins and about his adoptive mother Sylph the Fairy Queen.

From what he said it seemed that this world was not the land he lived in, but a different place from Sylph was.

“You are a resident of this place, why know my past and me who are not from here?”

“I know everything I know. If there's anything I don't know then only what I don't know is.”

Ambiguously, his words were quite confusing. Not the meaning that is difficult to find but the truth of his words that are difficult to ascertain. In short, he admitted he knew. Everything in this world he knows and only what he does not know he does not know.

The meaning is easy to understand, of course, but difficult to express in words. Priscilla only silently suspected the figure in front of her, without any knowledge everything became terrifying. Either that man, or this place.

“For me you are suspicious, your actions that appeared just in time, about you who know my origins even though only this time I arrived, and your terrible existence.”

His presence was terrible, his strength was overflowing, the charisma he had almost made Priscilla prostrate to adore him, to deify him. A terrible feeling even though he was indeed a figure worthy of worship, Priscilla to the end would not do so.

He was ready to fight, his hands slowly forming claws that flowed mana.

“Well calm down, calm down first. Conflict arises because we do not understand each other. Divisions are born because they do not know each other. And when we give up because of each other, the broken bond cannot be forged. There are two things I can guarantee as an investment to gain a little confidence.”

“Your fearless actions simply explain you underestimated me—”

Silent for some time, Priscilla presented an introduction.

“—I'll hear, if I doubt I kill.”

“No problem.” The man smiled wryly and snorted, “First I am not your enemy and have no intention of becoming an enemy. Second, I'm not trying to hurt you at all.”

The tongue is a weapon without blades. Oral poison is a formless poison, believing it without investigating is the same as ingesting poison without questioning.

“Although it's calming but less convincing. Let it. Give me an explanation of what your purpose is to meet me.”

“Good. But before that I will introduce myself. Greetings, I am the God who rules this Labyrinth, the world between the living and the dead. The figure who became the representative and ruler of the void, God of Void, Azartooth.”

Presenting a simple introduction, he smiled casually which did not match how extraordinary the identity was. Existences that are beyond human comprehension are most powerful. A Deity.

“What a load of crap. A god won't show himself so naturally like you!”

Priscilla launched her attack. When the attack was strong enough, in fact before Azartooth was just a small dust approaching. Before even touching the tip of his robe Priscilla's attack vanished out of nowhere. From the beginning of the attack it seemed like there never was.

“What happened?” He was flabbergasted, unable to digest what he saw.

“And if I say I am not an enemy, it should be enough for you to believe. You're not a fool who doesn't realize how big the gap is between us. A butterfly cannot be a dragon.”

No matter how hard he tried, the abyss could not be cut. Priscilla realized she was no match for him from the start even though Azartooth was clearly harboring his Strength to the maximum. And when he did, his strength was still immense to overcome.

There was no answer to the current situation, Priscilla could only accept the ridiculous presence of a god.

“Good if you understand. Now, I will explain about this world..”.

This place is called the Hell's Labyrinth, a unique world that has 100 floors where each floor has a different view. When you go up one floor, the world changes. What was originally a meadow would become a desert. What was originally the sea would become mountains. What was originally heaven would be hell.

To climb the floor are available two ways, pay tribute or conquer the floor boss. To pay the floor fee instead of money, there is no value if you want to climb the tower using it. But it still has value for a trade or something like that.

“There is something called Soul Core. Stones that can be obtained in various ways but still have one meaning that is to kill. Be it humans, animals, even monsters would produce a Soul Core. Just like you, ever since you set foot in the Hell's Labyrinth, the Soul Core is embedded in you.”

Understanding the world that is completely different from where he lives, there is a question that comes to mind. Priscilla showed real suspicion but Azartooth seemed intentional not to notice it.

“I understand the outline you are conveying. But what is not understood is yourself coming to me, surely there is no specific purpose or purpose, right?”

“Pft! Hahahaha.” Azartooth laughed, despite laughing he looked fake, “That might be true, there is a thing I want you to do.”

“What kind of thing is it?”

“Easy, fight and conquer the floor, form squads or such. There was one powerful demon that the Four Princes of Hell summoned every 25 floors. Beat if you can, if not not not a problem because the real goal is not that.”

He closed his eyes for some time, opened his eyes and conveyed his true intentions.

“There will be human men coming to this place. The man who will make the Promised Day. The man who will bring meaningful change to me, and the world.”