Eternal Saṃsāra: The Wanderer of Worlds, Book 1

[81] The Rating Game Field

Chapter 81: The Rating Game Field

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The limousine carrying the Aztec Chief God, Mem-Cho, and I traveled California's streets for ten minutes. It went through a gate leading to a large marble mansion, and soon, we stood inside a hidden chamber within the mansion.

"Please stand here,"

Our guide, Grayfia, walked at the center of a large magic circle in the room. We walked behind her and stood.

"This is a teleportation circle. I could have teleported you guys myself if only Aquamarine were with us. However," she eyed Quetzalcoatl. "Since there is someone with quite a heavy presence among us, this is safer. Please hold on tight, this might be nauseous."

Somehow, I didn't buy her explanation. If Quetzalcoatl didn't resist the teleportation, there wouldn't have been any problem for Grayfia to teleport her. Since she had tagged along by herself, she had no reason to resist.

I could guess the real reason, though. And from the little smirk that Quetzalcoatl wore, she knew too. Neither of us mentioned it. From what I could see, this teleportation magic circle blocked the observer from understanding its coordination.

If Grayfia teleported us by her own spell, then the coordination would have been easy to see through by someone experienced. And if Quetzalcoatl memorized the coordination to teleport to the Devil's Underworld directly, it wouldn't be well. So she brought us here.

'Cautious woman,' I noted. Anyone else might have fumbled in this situation and used the fastest method to bring us to the Underworld, but Grayfia was careful.

The teleportation circle spun, letting out a purple light. The room was illuminated by it, and soon it enveloped us. Five figures vanished from within the room.

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We appeared in a room that looked exactly like the one we stood in before the teleportation – it was a copy. The only difference was the quality and type of mana present.

"We are here," Grayfia said, but that was far from the truth.

We were in the Underworld, sure, but we were far from our destination. From the few presences that I sensed, this was just a spare mansion where nobody other than servants stayed.

"We are going to take another car," as expected, we had to travel from here to our main location. Grayfia couldn't have directly teleported us there, because of the off chance that Quetzalcoatl somehow saw through the teleportation's coordinates. So, at least, this would make sure that even if Quetzalcoatl were to somehow teleport to the Underworld, she'd appear in this unimportant place to fight, allowing the Satans time to prepare.

We took another limo and traveled for half an hour. This time, our car moved from one city center to another via portals connecting different devil cities. Though I called them devil cities, they weren't very different from modern human cities. Except there were actual shops and more luxurious ones, and the number of nightclubs and other similar shops were off the hook.

"Nice place..." Mem-Cho was staring out of the window like a little kid. Even if it didn't look very different from big human cities, the subtle differences were enough to draw her.

"Nice place?" Quetzalcoatl scoffed as she looked out, too. "It looks basically the same as cities like Los Angeles. Both are cities operated by devils, so of course. Drugs, parties, clubs, the same thing all over again. You humans are so easily addicted to things."

"Rich coming from a Chief God addicted to watching teen dating shows," I fired back since the last line was directed toward me, the only human in the car.