🪼 Alright. Here is the full English version of your revised Chapter 6 — with the added teleport sickness, Lucifer's palace, the 6-day coma, and the pink-haired idol in the real world.
🪼 Chapter 6
The Day Hell Grew Grass
When they stepped out of the tower—
The sky of Hell was no longer a suffocating crimson.
Soft fractures of light slipped between the black clouds.
And across the barren land—
Grass began to grow.
Green.
Not illusion.
Not temporary magic.
Real.
Small flowers bloomed between cracked stones.
For 6,666 centuries—
Hell had never grown life.
The Reaction of Hell
Across the realms:
The fortresses of the Arch-Dukes trembled under the shift of energy.
Acid seas rippled violently.
Blue hellfire burned into warm gold.
The high nobles gathered in the capital—
The political heart of Hell:
Pandemonium.
And they were furious.
Two Factions
The Loyalists of Old Eisteth
Absolute control.Order without emotion.They believed green growth was weakness.They feared Hell would lose its identity.
Cifer's Faction
Freedom from the rigid system.Less oppression.But even they never imagined change this radical.
Ironically—
Cifer himself did not support total chaos.
And Eisteth no longer supported absolute control.
They stood on opposite ideologies—
Yet bound together.
Political partners.
An ancient contract.
And now… something far more complicated.
The Two-Day Journey
They did not arrive instantly.
Teleportation in Hell was not simple transportation—
It meant passing through layers of reality itself.
On the first transit—
Suddenly, Eisteth staggered.
Her body weakened.
Teleport sickness.
Even a Core Lord could feel dizzy when reality folded incorrectly.
Leviathan immediately stepped forward—
But stopped himself.
Cifer caught her arm instead.
"You're unstable."
"I'm fine," she muttered.
She was not.
The space between dimensions distorted around them as they continued through symbolic gates.
On the first day—
Leviathan walked slightly behind her.
He observed.
The way she walked now was different.
No longer cold like a system.
No longer distant like a program.
More… human.
And that was when he realized.
All this time, he had called it loyalty.
Loyalty to his creator.
To structure.
To law.
But the feeling that crushed his chest when she collapsed—
That was not loyalty.
It was fear of losing her.
And Leviathan—
Ancient being of Hell's abyssal sea—
Had never been taught what love was.
Meanwhile—
Eisteth misread everything completely.
Because in her head?
Cifer and Leviathan were obviously a couple. 🤣
"Ah… so that's their dynamic," she thought calmly.
Absolutely wrong.
On the Other Side – Cifer
Cifer walked beside her.
Normally he would have mocked the greenery.
Mocked her choice.
Mocked the symbolism.
But he didn't.
He looked at the small flower pushing through stone.
"This will make them hate you."
"I know."
"You don't regret it?"
Eisteth looked at the sky slowly shifting color.
"I'm tired of being a system without a heart."
Cifer fell silent.
For the first time—
He did not see a ruler.
He saw someone choosing.
And something in him softened.
Dangerously so.
The Capital Waits
In the distance—
The black towers of Pandemonium pierced the sky.
Political pressure thickened the air.
War had not begun.
But resistance was breathing.
The first blade of grass in Hell—
Was a declaration of revolution.
The Kingdom of 666
Upon arrival—
They did not go to the council immediately.
Instead, they entered the former royal residence—
The old palace once shared by Lucifer and Eisteth.
The heart of the Kingdom 666.
Ancient.
Silent.
Still heavy with authority.
But the moment they crossed the threshold—
Eisteth's vision blurred.
Her knees buckled.
And she collapsed.
Again.
This time—
She did not wake up.
For six days.
Meanwhile… The Real World
Rain fell over a small city.
Neon lights reflected across wet pavement.
Inside a modest hospital room—
A heart monitor beeped softly.
Beep.
Beep.
A woman lay motionless.
Her face familiar.
Yiyii.
Her original body.
Beside her sat a man with pink hair.
Beautiful.
Delicate features.
An idol.
His stage name once filled arenas.
Now—
He held her hand like it was fragile glass.
A nurse whispered softly,
"It's been two weeks… she still hasn't woken up."
Why is he still here?
Why does he refuse to leave her side?
His fingers tightened gently around hers.
"Please… wake up, Cecelia…"
His voice trembled.
He lowered his head—
Kissed her hand softly.
Careful.
Gentle.
Cold tears fell against her skin.
The monitor flickered.
Beep—
Beep—
His breath hitched.
Her fingers moved.
Just slightly.
In Hell—
Grass continued to grow.
In the real world—
Someone was trying to return.
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