Dark divine energy generators.
Efficient.
Energy-saving.
Eco-friendly.
Most crucially, high output.
Yes!
This was Alistair's solution for those corrupt, fallen nobles utterly steeped in darkness.
What?
Take them as dogs?
Sorry.
Alistair had no such inclination. Led by Honest, the world's corrupt nobles were better suited to eternal suffering in hell as human dark divine energy machines.
This was perfect utilization.
Waste not.
"Heh heh heh~~~"
"Dust."
Persephone saw Alistair's thoughtful expression and chuckled. "Thinking about hell again?"
"Well!"
Alistair extended his hand. "Indeed. Initially, I hadn't considered how to use those corrupt nobles. Their darkness astonishes even me, a god of darkness. Tossing them in hell to endlessly produce dark divine energy couldn't be more fitting."
"True."
"It's waste turned useful. In a way, these corrupt souls are this trip's greatest harvest."
Persephone watched Alistair's outstretched hand and deftly produced a cigarette from somewhere—a pitch-black one, radiating dark divine energy that would drive ordinary folk mad on contact.
Persephone parted her red lips, lightly kissing the cigarette to leave a lip print, then lit it and handed it over.
"Huff~~~"
Alistair took it, inhaling deeply. No tobacco taste, only dense dark divine energy, fully absorbed.
"Really."
"Dust."
"You could absorb it directly, yet you prefer this ritual."
Persephone shook her head at the process; she'd grown accustomed over the past days.
Alistair shook his head. "It's about the ceremony."
"Speaking of."
"Persephone, what's the daily yield from those corrupt nobles?"
"Not much."
"Though we've gathered a world's worth of corrupt nobles, given their darkness levels, only ten per day."
Persephone thought briefly and gave the precise figure.
"A pity."
Alistair clicked his tongue, then said: "This method can apply to all worlds. In future explorations, we continue the process."
"Of course."
Persephone smiled in agreement.
At that moment.
Under Pandora's lead, the women approached.
"Your Majesty!"
"Lord Hades!"
Esdeath, Najenda, Akame, Kurome, Mine, Sheele, Chelsea, Leone.
The eight women greeted.
Alistair turned, regarding them with a smile. "How does it feel? Isn't Elysium beautiful?"
"This serenity, harmony—like paradise."
"Truly..."
Najenda trailed off into silence.
"Heh heh heh~~~"
Alistair didn't mind, laughing instead. "Well, no need to worry. You're right, Najenda—no matter how you look at it, as a god of darkness, I shouldn't have such a place."
"But ah!"
"Deeper explanations aren't necessary."
"Simply put."
"Though I'm a god of darkness, I don't fancy living in dim hell. This suits me better."
Alistair gave his reason; no need for deeper issues.
"Yes."
"Come, let's talk inside."
Alistair led the women into the palace complex, entering the grand hall directly opposite the gate.
Outwardly ancient in style.
In truth!
Inside, the luxurious grand hall was a three-story reception area.
The first floor a super-vast lounge.
Alistair sat on the main sofa, Persephone at his side, his arm naturally around her slender waist.
Alistair gestured. "Sit, all of you."
The women took seats.
Alistair leaned back, left arm around Persephone, right hand lighting the black cigarette.
Whether he inhaled or not mattered little.
The black cigarette, condensed from dark divine energy, would be absorbed even if it burned naturally.
But...
As Alistair put it, wasn't it about the ceremony? In other words, fun! Enjoy it! Indulge!
Alistair scanned the women one by one.
Esdeath, Najenda, Akame, Kurome, Mine, Chelsea, Leone.
Eight women.
All dependents brought back from the first world, each a qualified talent, each a daughter of fate beloved by the world.
Among them.
Esdeath was the most exceptional, a genius transcending her world.
"Najenda, have all Teigu been collected?"
Alistair turned to Najenda, inquiring.
Not idle talk—he genuinely didn't know; he hadn't paid much attention to the Teigu.
Were they all gathered?
He truly wasn't sure.
Najenda nodded. "Your Majesty, as per your orders, all 48 Teigu are secured. Aside from the eight we hold, the remaining 40 have been handed to Lord Hades."
"Among them."
"Six are damaged."
"They are..."
Najenda detailed the inventory and report.
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