You want me to take out a loan to practice cultivation? I'll just pay off the debt physically.

"Though we are devils, we love the Red Heart Society!"

After witnessing the wonderful life brought about by the ideal of pure ideals, the devils began to embrace it with madness.

Although during their contact they learned that the Red Heart concept was created by humans in a world outside of Hell.

But that doesn't matter!
Importantly, Chixin will have powerful military protection to safeguard them, and at the same time, they can live a happy and fulfilling life.

As a devil, his reputation throughout the world is one of deception.

But if one can be a good person, who would want to be a bad one?
If one could live a peaceful and even tranquil life here happily, who would want to risk their life?

Who would be willing to be a dog for a powerful family?

They had wanted to resist, but were powerless to do so.

Before the Red Heart Society arrived, all kinds of educational resources in Hell, especially cultivation methods, were strictly monopolized, and knowledge became the exclusive domain of aristocratic families.

Any attempt to learn about, think about, or question the existing order will be labeled as restless, delusional, or blasphemous, and will be severely punished and socially dead.

The path to advancement is completely blocked. No matter how hardworking, intelligent, or talented an ordinary devil may be, the upper limit of his fate has long been locked by his bloodline and birth. He can only stay in his designated position forever, worn down like a gear until he dies.

Even in this dark abyss of despair, there are occasionally some insightful devils.

Perhaps it was because they stumbled upon fragments of information from the outside world, or perhaps it was the spark of inspiration that had not been completely extinguished in their nature, that they tried to appeal and raise their voices of resistance.

They even wanted to change the living conditions of the demons around them.

They held secret meetings to spread different ideas, expose the lies of the aristocratic families, and depict a completely different world where there was no inherent nobility or lowliness, and where dignity could be obtained through one's own efforts.

However, under the prevailing trend, under the strict surveillance and brutal suppression of powerful families, and in the face of the mental barriers of their fellow countrymen that had long been permeated with fear and numbness, their little bit of far-sightedness and faint sparks of insight would often be quickly extinguished.

Ultimately, it vanished like fleeting clouds, along with its bearer, into the endless darkness of hell, without causing the slightest ripple.

A more widespread and crueler form of attrition comes from the daily pressure of survival.

The vast majority of ordinary demons live in extreme poverty, performing repetitive, grueling, and unsafe labor day after day.

They might be digging for rare cursed ores deep in toxic mines, operating dangerous magical furnaces by lava rivers, or performing menial tasks like cleaning corpses and repairing facilities in the gladiatorial arena of a demon lord.

High-intensity, high-risk, and low-reward labor not only ravages their bodies but also continuously wears down their spirits.

They may have had an invincible spirit when they were young, but faced with endless hard labor, meager pay barely enough to keep them alive, and arbitrary punishments that could come at any time, that spirit eventually turned into a lifeless numbness and resignation.

When these devils from the lower classes get married and have children, their struggle to maintain basic humanity and family warmth often becomes the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

The various expenses and survival needs required after the little devil is born are like an invisible mountain, almost crushing the backbone of the devil couple.

It includes not only food, but also protective talismans necessary for the harsh hellish environment, basic potions to resist the erosion of low-level demonic energy, and bloodline taxes and upbringing contributions that must be paid to one's family.

In order for their children to survive, parents have to work twice as hard, accept harsher conditions, and even actively seek out more dangerous, slightly higher-paying jobs.

The family, which should be the last refuge and source of hope, often becomes a chain that deepens enslavement in a hellish environment.

When parents watch their children repeat their own tragic fate, the last embers of their inner resistance are often extinguished, transforming into a humble plea for stability and to avoid being treated even worse.

The entire depths of hell existed in a suffocating, almost eternal balance of despair, shackled by violence, brainwashing, poverty, and the cycle of reproduction. But all of this changed with the arrival of the Red Heart Society!

The Red Heart Society's infiltration was not carried out openly, and its initial flames were not raging open fires, but rather more like magma buried deep underground, or a kindling of heat quietly transmitted in the darkness.

The activists of the Red Heart Society may disguise themselves as wandering merchants, lost scholars, or exiles from another world seeking refuge.

The first people they encounter are often those who are not yet completely numb in their despair, or those who, due to extreme suffering, have a vague questioning of what right they have.

What they brought was not weapons or slogans, but something tangible.

How to obtain clean food and water more efficiently in harsh environments.

How to identify and collect herbs that are monopolized by established families but are actually common in the wild, in order to alleviate common ailments.

Some tips that can slightly improve work efficiency or safety, and most importantly, some stories and principles different from those instilled by the aristocratic family, about the world, about history, and about what the devil is.

These small acts of help and dissenting voices are like drops of clear water added to thick ink.

At first it was insignificant, but it began to subtly change the color of the local solution.

Those devils who accepted help and heard different stories may have initially acted out of practicality or curiosity.

But when they discovered that these new methods did indeed allow their families to eat more, alleviate their pain, and reduce their risk of injury at work, the tangible benefits began to shake their deep-seated resignation.

Most importantly, as they privately exchanged their heretical knowledge and experiences, a secret network, unlike the numb complaints of the past, began to quietly grow in the darkest corners of the depths of hell.

The flames of the Red Heart Society are unleashing the immense power of the demons gathered at the bottom of this vast hell in the most inconspicuous way.

[You rewrote the life course of millions of devils; the intervention of the Red Heart Society completely changed their lives.]

[Fate Points +88888888.]

[Because of your premature intervention, a large number of powerful demons were born in Hell ahead of schedule.]

These great demons, carrying unwavering ideals, spread sparks of hope throughout the vast hell, bringing new life to the desolate realm.

[Fate Points +266666666.]

【.】

Lin Xia looked at the constantly flashing fate prompts in front of her and nodded slightly.

He actually preferred the devils of hell to the demons of the abyss.

Because devils can communicate and exchange ideas calmly.

But demons are different!
If you don't demonstrate absolute power, the demon won't communicate with you.

After all, the Abyss's motto is: if you've run into them, just give them a good beating first.

Winner takes all!

Go for it if you lose! (End of Chapter)