Infinite Evolution: My Idle Evolution System

The 1st Floor of HELL—it was not the place where those of the 7 Dimensions' races were sent to be judged—it was a No Man's Land. A land ruled by the 72nd, 71st, and 70th Demon Kings, all of whom lived lavishly and tyrannically.

There was no forgiveness for those who found themselves trapped in this sweltering world…

"Andromalius, the deadline for that impetuous human's Demon King Bloodline is rapidly approaching," said a voice the crimson-adorned man on his throne was very familiar with. "Do you honestly believe that weakling we saw will have the guts to enter HELL on his own? With his meager strength, even the weakest of Hell Hounds would be able to kill him."

"Dantalion…" Demon King Andromalius's deathly voice echoed within the halls of his castle. Many of his concubines and various other orgy members immediately took the hint and vacated the room, doing so while barely dressed.

'This many-faced feminine and masculine bastard has not been one known to care about much of anything, let alone the loss of a Demonic Bloodline that never should've been given out to begin with,' Andromalius thought while swirling his wine glass. 'For him to be here now, there must be something concerning that insignificant worm that I'm not seeing. Is there a chance it has something to do with that old hag? The Hellish Sphinx? The one who was banished from the highest Floors of HELL…'

"Well, Andromalius?" Dantalion probed, his face constantly changing between that of a handsome man and a pretty woman. "Will that weak worm dare enter HELL? And if he doesn't dare, what will we do? Simply act like he hasn't just gotten away with one of our own??"

Andromalius pondered atop his throne, slouching back with only a loose robe on. His demonically slitted eyes flickered as he turned his gaze to the roof of the throne room.

Although the stench of numerous unknown bodily fluids still lingered in the air, one could vividly smell the sulfur burning off the 72nd Demon King's red obsidian horns.

After a few moments of thought, Andromalius returned his focus to the 71st Demon King of HELL—Dantalion—an extremely perplexing man who possessed qualities that made his gender almost obsolete. Yet, the oddest thing about him had to be the fact that he possessed neither womanly nor manly genitals; he was a clean slate. Another unusual thing was how his rapidly switching transitions between man and woman sometimes led to his head splitting off and multiplying, with both his male and female faces present beside each other.

In all honesty, being around this entity freaked Andromalius out, so he'd prefer to give him whatever answer he wanted and see him leave.

"Well?" Andromalius said, leaning his cheek against his right hand with a bored expression. "What would you have me do if that human doesn't decide to re-enter HELL before he loses access to that aberration of a Bloodline? Would you have me break the rules of HELL and go to the Humanity Tower's 0th Floor with my main body?"

"Come on now, Andromalius," Dantalion said as he slowly approached the towering throne ahead. "We both know that any three of us can personally enter the Humanity Tower as long as we stretch the rules a little. We've yet to break through into the SSS-Rank, after all."

"Just like our subordinates down below," he continued, pointing down with his index finger. "We can go to the 0th Floors of every Dimension besides the Heavenly Kingdom. It's not difficult so long as you have the necessary tools and are below the SSS-Rank. The penalties are minimal enough to make a trip to the Humans' world worth it. To nip this anomaly in the bud while it's still in the process of growing; don't you think we should do it?"

Andromalius swirled his wine cup once more before setting it down on the left armrest of his scarlet throne. He narrowed his eyes and leaned his chin on his large, rough hands. "What does Seere have to say about this?" he asked. "He's the strongest among us on the 1st Floor, so where does he stand on this?"

Dantalion's brows furrowed as he briefly flashed a speculative look in Andromalius's direction.

'Why would this narcissistic and self-centered guy all of a sudden concern himself with the opinions of that cold-faced speedster?' he asked himself. 'Well, regardless of what this muscle-headed idiot has planned, I need to get Hellion's Demon Core. It was something I couldn't obtain before because of her unique situation on the 0th Floor, but with her now detached from HELL, I am free to do as I like with her.'

No matter what, Dantalion had to get the meat-headed Demon King to take the risk and open up the portal out of HELL first. He wanted it done this way because, although the penalty for hopping out of HELL's 1st Floor to a different Dimension was not harsh, it didn't come without its rare risks.

Death was likely if one of HELL's Scions found out what they were doing. His death, if they discovered his plans, would be even more unbearable. Thus, having someone else take the brunt of the backlash and interrogations if anything went wrong had to go to Andromalius.

Seere—because of his naturally cautious and calculative nature—was automatically taken out of the equation.

However…

However, that didn't mean that Dantalion couldn't lie his way out of this one. After all, even if Andromalius doubted his words and sought out Seere for verification, it wouldn't work out the way he wished. Seere tended to isolate himself and train his speed where no one could find him; finding him in time would be impossible, and attempting to do so would be a fool's task.

'Yet, even with all of that in mind, how could I possibly know for certain that this meathead will take the bait?' Dantalion thought evilly. 'Well, I don't. But if there's one thing I do know, then it's that he loves doing stupid things as long as it further inflates his ego. Thus, him passing out on this source of entertainment and pride improvement is more unlikely than him denying an orgy with the most beautiful of fairies.'