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Chapter 935: Hell or The Upper Realm · Nov 13, 2026

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901 Chapter 901: This is What You Wanted, Right? 2026-11-13
902 Chapter 902: Little Sadist 2026-11-13
903 Chapter 903: I Was Born with This Instinct 2026-11-13
904 Chapter 904: The Opposite 2026-11-13
905 Chapter 905: You Climbed into My Lap Willingly 2026-11-13
906 Chapter 906: Do You Want to be Mine? 2026-11-13
907 Chapter 907: What About My Seduction? 2026-11-13
908 Chapter 908: For Yourself 2026-11-13
909 Chapter 909: Be Beautiful for Yourself 2026-11-13
910 Chapter 910: Intimate Chaos 2026-11-13
911 Chapter 911: How About Pants? 2026-11-13
912 Chapter 912: Do You Believe in Yourself? 2026-11-13
913 Chapter 913: Seduction is Mostly Data Analysis 2026-11-13
914 Chapter 914: Love Yourself First 2026-11-13
915 Chapter 915: Accusation 2026-11-13
916 Chapter 916: Don’t Regret It 2026-11-13
917 Chapter 917: Love or Attraction 2026-11-13
918 Chapter 918: Fox and Greed 2026-11-13
919 Chapter 919: This Vacation is Getting Expensive 2026-11-13
920 Chapter 920: Controversial Announcement 2026-11-13
921 Chapter 921: Fear Response 2026-11-13
922 Chapter 922: Insult 2026-11-13
923 Chapter 923: Coffee is Not Allowed 2026-11-13
924 Chapter 924: Disciplined 2026-11-13
925 Chapter 925: Promoted to Furniture 2026-11-13
926 Chapter 926: Stolen Divinity 2026-11-13
927 Chapter 927: Oil and Water 2026-11-13
928 Chapter 928: You Appear Functional 2026-11-13
929 Chapter 929: No Need to be Formal 2026-11-13
930 Chapter 930: Don’t Exaggerate It 2026-11-13
931 Chapter 931: War is Expensive 2026-11-13
932 Chapter 932: Clean Your Own House 2026-11-13
933 Chapter 933: A Closed Door 2026-11-13
934 Chapter 934: I Have a Big Heart 2026-11-13
935 Chapter 935: Hell or The Upper Realm 2026-11-13
936 Chapter 936: Numbers 2026-11-13
937 Chapter 937: Protected 2026-11-13
938 Chapter 938: I Can 2026-11-13
939 Chapter 939: Hot and Cold 2026-11-13
940 Chapter 940: Sin to Sin 2026-11-13
941 Chapter 941: Traceless 2026-11-13
942 Chapter 942: Ancient Elf History 2026-11-13
943 Chapter 943: Arcane Manuscript 2026-11-13
944 Chapter 944: Toddler with Titles 2026-11-13
945 Chapter 945: Not Omniscient 2026-11-13
946 Chapter 946: The Birth of The Elven Race 2026-11-13
947 Chapter 947: The Elven Settlement 2026-11-13
948 Chapter 948: Insufficient Data 2026-11-13
949 Chapter 949: Finding Contract Loopholes is My Specialty 2026-11-13
950 Chapter 950: I Obeyed The Rules 2026-11-13

Chapter 935 – Hell or The Upper Realm

Lux rubbed his forehead. ”So the king speaks, some angels panic, some old-order factions probably smell opportunity, and now Celestaria has to keep the building from splitting into camps.”

”Basically,” Vizreel said.

Celestaria gave him a look.

He shrugged. ”He asked.”

Lux studied her more carefully now.

The perfect posture.

The calm voice.

The measured eyes.

He had thought she was serious because of Kaelmor. Because of the goddess-power rumor. Because of the council pressure.

It was more than that.

Celestaria was managing fear inside her own house.

External enemies were clean.

Internal fear was mold. Quiet. Spreading behind walls.

”You should have said that earlier,” Lux said.

Celestaria looked at him. ”In front of the council?”

”Fair.”

Vizreel took his tea and drank it like it had personally offended him.

Lux respected that.

”What do they think I’ll do?” Lux asked. ”Open the gates? Hand Kaelmor contract access? Invite him for tea and divine predation?”

Vizreel stared at him.

Lux paused. ”Bad phrasing.”

”Very.”

Celestaria’s expression remained serious. ”They think you may choose Hell if forced.”

Lux’s gaze sharpened.

The real fear.

Choice.

If the board split.

If Kaelmor forced sides.

If Upper Realm cooperation started looking like treason to Hell.

Would Lux choose the contracts, or his realm?

His women, his family, his home, his titles, his father’s legacy, his infernal blood?

Or the gods who had reluctantly trusted him?

Lux looked down at the tea. He turned the cup slowly between his fingers. ”I won’t let him make the choice that simple.”

Celestaria watched him. ”That is not an answer.”

”It is the only useful answer.”

Vizreel leaned forward. ”What if he does?”

Lux’s eyes lifted.

”What if Kaelmor makes it simple?” Vizreel asked. ”Hell or Upper Realm. Your throne or your contracts. Your blood or your word.”

Lux smiled faintly.

There was no humor in it.

”My blood has disappointed me before.”

Celestaria’s eyes softened.

Lux’s voice stayed calm. ”My word hasn’t.”

The silence after that felt different.

Not heavy.

Just honest.

Annoyingly honest.

Lux hated this office.

It made people say things.

Celestaria looked at him for a long moment. Then nodded once. ”I believe you.”

Vizreel huffed. ”I believe him too, which is irritating.”

Lux smirked. ”Your affection wounds me.”

”It should.”

Celestaria finally lifted her tea. ”We need to stabilize internal fear before Kaelmor exploits it.”

Lux nodded.

She glanced. ”You sound like you already expected this.”

”I expected some of it.”

”And the rest?”

Lux glanced at the floating alerts. ”The rest is why I came.”

Vizreel leaned back in his chair, arms folded, looking like the entire concept of ”nervous angels” had personally insulted his bloodline.

Celestaria stayed calm.

Lux knew that look.

That was the ”I am listening, but I am also diagnosing your coping mechanisms” look.

He lifted his tea again, stared at the pale golden liquid, then slowly lowered it.

”Anyway...” Lux looked around the table. ”Where’s my food?”

Vizreel stared at him.

Celestaria blinked once.

Lux looked at both of them like they had forgotten a sacred treaty.

”What?”

Vizreel’s face went blank. ”We were discussing possible internal infiltration, divine authority theft, and the King of Hell potentially attempting to destabilize the current order.”

Lux nodded. ”Yes. During lunch.”

Vizreel looked toward the door as if silently asking Heaven for patience and receiving insufficient budget. ”You’re hungry?”

”Yes, Viz. I would like food.”

Vizreel stared for another second.

Then, unbelievably, he huffed a laugh.

A real one.

Short.

Dry.

Cracked around the edges.

But there.

”Never thought you’d like our realm’s food.”

Lux leaned back. ”I’m not a fan.”

Celestaria smiled slightly. ”That is honest.”

”But,” Lux added, lifting one finger, ”I know it is healthy.”

Vizreel narrowed his eyes. ”Healthy.”

”Yes. Annoyingly healthy. Aggressively healthy. The kind of healthy that makes my infernal instincts feel judged.”

Celestaria’s smile grew by one millimeter.

Lux continued, perfectly serious. ”But I appreciate culture.”

Vizreel snorted. ”You appreciate efficiency.”

”Healthy food increases survival efficiency. Therefore culture.”

”That is not how culture works.”

”It is how my culture works.”

”Your culture is tax evasion with horns.”

Lux placed a hand over his chest. ”That was hurtful.”

”It was accurate.”

Celestaria finally raised one hand, and a soft bell rang somewhere outside the office. Not loud. Not even really a sound. More like the concept of a bell being politely expressed through light.

Lux watched the door. ”So food exists.”

”Yes,” Celestaria said. ”It is being prepared.”

Lux nodded, satisfied.

Then his gaze slid toward Vizreel.

”Also...”

Vizreel immediately narrowed his eyes. ”No.”

Lux blinked innocently. The kind of innocent that had ruined kingdoms. ”I haven’t asked anything.”

”You looked at me.”

”I look at many people.”

”You looked at me like a criminal requesting an accomplice.”

Lux’s expression softened into something horrifyingly pure. ”Viz.”

”No.”

”No smuggling coffee for me?”

Lux kept the innocent face.

Vizreel opened his eyes again and pointed at him. ”Don’t do that face.”

”What face?”

”That face.”

”This is my natural face.”

”No, it isn’t. Your natural face looks like an investor agreement gained sentience and learned seduction.”

Lux paused. Then looked impressed. ”That was almost poetic.”

”I’ve had centuries of irritation to refine it.”

Celestaria covered her mouth with her cup, which was absolutely suspicious. She was not drinking. She was hiding a smile.

Lux saw it. ”Also, where’s my coffee? You can’t smuggle one?”

Vizreel sighed. ”I can’t.”

Lux’s innocent face collapsed into betrayal. ”You can’t?”

”No. They’re getting stricter.”

Celestaria studied him, then sighed softly. ”When you talk with Lux, you don’t look like an Archon at all.”

Vizreel leaned back with zero shame. ”Only us here. I’m dropping the formal act.”

Lux lifted his cup toward him. ”Agree. Being formal all the time fries my demon brain.”

Vizreel looked at him. ”You have survived infernal bureaucracy for centuries.”

”Yes, and look at the damage.” Lux tapped his temple. ”The numbers live here now.”

Celestaria’s gaze softened again in that annoying way. The ”that joke is not entirely a joke” way.

Lux noticed and ignored it.

Survival strategy.

”I left the Infernal Realm for a coffee break,” he declared. ”I must follow my main objective. Coffee and break.”

Then he sipped his tea with smug, tragic dignity.

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