Hmm... let's stop testing their limits for now. Otherwise, I might get sealed, beaten up, and burned alive by that b*tch's holy fire.
I sit up and arrange myself to be more comfortable. I sense my power, but I can't use any of it. Other than one drastic measure I've left as a last resort, none of my power will work here. No, I can't even reach it.
"But seriously, Mr. God's Chosen, what do I get if I tell you?" I asked in a less annoying tone.
"God's Chosen? What the hell are you talking about? Are you high or something?" The man tilted his head, seeming confused.
"Ohhh ho hoooo, playing dumb, aren't we? Fine, have it your way. So what do I get if I tell you?" I repeated. The man looked at Michaela, who shrugged and shook her head, clearly not wanting him to admit that he's God's Chosen.
The man also shrugged, then searched for something in his inner pocket. He pulled out a chromatic stone. Hmph! Do I look like I care about riches? But wait...
Why am I suddenly feeling hungry... too hungry... I haven't felt like this in a long time. The last time was when I saw a prized soul from Mammon's vault. They said it was the soul of an elven saint or maybe an Aesir who thought he'd never die but did during Ragnarok.
It means... whatever that chromatic stone is, it has enough energy to nourish me and even make me stronger! I... I want it! No... I need it. Sh*t, am I drooling? I'm drooling over this tiny stone!? What the hell is this stone?
It must be some kind of super-precious mana gemstone, or maybe the rumored refined elven soul?
No... it shouldn't be. I smell a lot of elemental energy from it—wood, fire, darkness, even holy—but it doesn't repel me. I know that if I eat it, it would nourish me... and maybe, if I eat enough, I could build up resistance against the holy element!
After making sure there were no tricks, I quickly signed the contract and gave it back to the god's chosen. Now, it's my time to follow the contract.
"Okay, listen, I'll tell you just once. Lucifer usually spends his time in his hell realm—this is obvious—but from time to time, he'll grant his followers some boon in exchange for strong souls or saintly blood. Especially the latter. If it's a saint's soul, that arrogant prick would be even happier, and you could even ask for anything from him.
To reach his hell realm, go to Greece. I remember there is a place closely connected to the underworld. Bring the Witch of Pride there and let her use her blood as a key to enter Lucifer's hell realm.
The Hell Gate is a one-way trip. You need to ask Lucifer to open the Hell Gate from the inside for you to come back. There might be a way to open a Hell Gate from the inside without bothering Lucifer, but I don't know about that method.
Also, in Rome—or should I say the old city of Rome—I've heard that there's a place where Lucifer's cult is gathered, which should be their HQ. If anyone knows a way to open the Hell Gate from inside Lucifer's hell realm, it should be them." I told the god's chosen all I knew about Lucifer.
"Now! Give me that stone!" I urged, unable to restrain myself any longer. I need that Chromatic Stone! As I urged the god's chosen, I sensed a great body of water. Now I feel like I can use my power. Whatever is below this confinement must be a great body of water.
There's a way for me to survive!
The god's chosen tossed the Chromatic Stone to me like it was worthless! Foolish mortal! I quickly rushed toward the stone, snatched it, and swallowed it.
Ahhhhh! I can feel it! I can feel the power surging into my soul! Hahahahaha!!!
"Hahahahah! Goodbye, sucker!" I immediately activated my last resort to escape, exploding the last vestige of my power and leaving only my pure soul. No, it should be my soul, still being nourished by that Chromatic Stone.
I fell through the steel floor toward the great body of water below. It's not the ocean but a bayou—a vast expanse of bayou with many crocodiles. I can use this! Hahahaha! Freedom!