Forcing the Submissive to Become the Attacker [Quick Wear]

【World 1】 The darkened protagonist next door

1.1 - The darkened protagonist next door was supported by his younger brother

"Welcome to the 18th level of hell."

The messenger of hell said as he stood at the intersection leading to the 18th level of hell.

"How long will I be there?" the young man at the entrance asked the messenger. The young man had a fair face and a perfect smile on his face. This smile gave people a very scary feeling, cold and chilling to the heart, without any smile.

But he was also very beautiful, that kind of beauty transcended gender. If ordinary people saw him, they would definitely want to take him to bed and have a one-night stand or something.

"Until he is saved." The messenger said, his expression showed no joy, anger, sorrow or happiness, as if he was used to seeing the evil people sent to the 18th level of hell.

"Forget it, it's useless to ask you." The boy shook his head indifferently, raised his leg and walked towards the intersection. He waved his other hand in the air and said goodbye to the expressionless messenger, "I will be back soon."

The boy jumped down. There were dense clouds below the entrance. He fell into the clouds in an instant. As the whistling wind passed by his ears, he fell under the clouds. A beam of dazzling red light enveloped his whole body. He squinted his eyes and saw a ray of sunset hanging in the sky in the whirring air, red and fiery.

Ah~~~

Is this the eighteenth level of hell?

It turns out that the human world is hell.

The boy's body fell rapidly. He looked down. Below him were dense eaves, endless roads, boiling crowds, and those poor little animals driven by humans to nowhere to go home.

A turbid atmosphere enveloped the sky above the city. Wuxin's mouth curled up slowly, and he opened his arms to the rapidly enlarging earth. Miraculously, his body penetrated the roof and fell directly into the body of a pale, soft and delicate boy.

At the moment when the souls merged, Wuxin, who was lying in a wheelchair, woke up.

A faint smile appeared on his pale cheeks, and his turbid eyes looked at the blurry window. He slowly raised his finger with the needle and stretched out his hand to block the sunset. The temperature of the sunlight surprised the boy, and it was more of a decayed smell.

As a demon, Wuxin could not smell the fragrance of flowers or feel the temperature.

Before he became a demon, he was a human who did all kinds of evil. He liked to kill people and enjoyed it.

Fortunately, God gave him a system that cared for the protagonist, but unfortunately, he would not let God get what he wanted.

He liked to feel the pleasure of life slipping away at his fingertips, watching the other person struggle until he gave up and looked at him with despair.

He imagined pinching the man's neck with both hands, using more force, listening to the hysterical panting, the slowly slowing heartbeat, and the gradually closing fingertips emitting a hot feeling, and with a snap, life ended here. Chasing the article 2^3O'6{久(二三;久@6

The hospital looked very shabby, and it was a small clinic that was not standardized. Wuxin looked down at the needle stuck in his blood vessel, pulled it out casually, and wanted to stand up only to find that his legs were numb.

As the messenger said, God did not send him here to enjoy happiness, but to help the poor. Humph, it was funny. He was a complete devil, even if he had a system.