A Transmigrator’s Privilege – Chapter 241

Marquis Levant, pen in hand, jotted something on the document before him and reported to Inferinos in a brisk, businesslike tone. “It’s old and of little use, so I’ll have it sent to the man-eating flower farm to be used as fertilizer.” Worse than a death sentence. Truly, this place was hell. Despite a thousand souls packed into the space,...