Chapter 441 - 288: The Most Immersive Experience in History (2)
’If Humans really had such unreasonable Warriors, Hell would have been steamrolled long ago.’
To this, Zog’s answer was, "If you want to lessen past hatreds, you can’t just avoid talking about historical events that definitely happened. That will only intensify the hatred.
"You should face what happened in history, lay everything out in the open, reflect on what needs reflection, and admit fault where fault lies. That’s the better way to do things."
Asmodis wasn’t so sure about this, but what Zog said sounded quite reasonable, so he agreed to trust him one more time. He’d already trusted him quite a few times recently.
The Lord of Hell’s summary of Zog was simple: a swindler he may be, but the Dragon always got the job done.
At least he was better than those who took the money and did nothing.
After a few days of intense preparation, the brand-new expo officially opened.
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"Craig! Let’s go to Zog’s Game Store! I heard they have limited-edition commemorative toys for the expo," said a kid who looked to be thirteen or fourteen at most, dressed in expensive clothes with several large rings on his fingers.
"No, we’re not going."
Craig rejected the proposal outright.
"I’m an adult now. I don’t play with such childish toys anymore!"
This was despite the fact that Craig’s voice hadn’t finished changing. It had just lost its childish, milky tone and was now in the most unpleasant-sounding phase of his life.
But he still declared very seriously that he was an adult.
It wasn’t very convincing, but his little friends all chimed in with their agreement anyway.
"Yeah, exactly! We’re adults now. We shouldn’t play with toys meant for little kids. How embarrassing! Who our age still likes comics and cartoons?"
At that moment, a certain Ancient Dragon who wished to remain anonymous vaguely felt like someone was talking about him, but he didn’t care. Today was the release day for the expo’s limited-edition commemorative toys, and he had to hurry to get in line.
Even though Zog would give him one of every toy, he still had to line up personally to buy some for the other children.
A king of the kids had to have the responsibilities of a king of the kids.
Meanwhile, back at the Craig Clan’s estate in Twin Tower City, the group of young noble friends quickly reached a consensus. They wouldn’t buy toys; they would go straight to the expo to see more mature things.
Especially the Devil Hall. A brave "adult" should venture deep into the Devils’ den.
Among this group, Craig was clearly the young leader, and the other kids followed his every move.
The group boarded a Magic-guided Vehicle and headed for the expo grounds.
In the vehicle, the kid who had wanted to buy toys earlier was still sulking. He said, a little aggrieved, "But aren’t you going to see those four-wheel drive cars?"
"I—I’m mainly going to see the car race. The four-wheel drive cars are just a side thing. Besides, those are cars. How can cars be the same as those childish toys?" Craig said, being a complete hypocrite.
He had been looking forward to the four-wheel drive cars for a long time. He’d been reading the comics, but the matching toys weren’t out yet. Word was they would be released at the expo along with the real cars.
So, he had to use watching the real cars as an excuse to "casually" go and check out the four-wheel drive ones.
’It’s so hard pretending to be an adult.’
They soon arrived at the expo grounds and could see the queueing crowds from a distance.
The line already stretched several hundred meters outside the grounds, and that was just the queue to get in. Once inside, getting into any of the pavilions would take at least a few hours of waiting.
It wasn’t just people from Twin Tower City joining the fun; people came from all over.
To be honest, it was a bit of an ordeal.
But this didn’t affect Craig and his little friends. They had fast passes.
Who invented this thing, anyway?
As a high-ranking noble family, the Craig Clan didn’t have just any ordinary fast passes.
Theirs were the top-tier, all-pavilion access, ultimate VIP-of-VVIP passes that were so expensive you barely had to queue at all.
Craig made the decision: they were heading straight for the Nine Hells of Bator pavilion.
"Aren’t we going to look around anywhere else? People online said they built a small Ice and Snow Paradise in the Northern Domain pavilion. Aside from being smaller, it’s supposed to be even prettier than the one in the Northern Domain."
"Boring. It’s not like we haven’t been to the big one. What’s the point of seeing a smaller version? We’re going to the Devil Hall."
"But you were scared out of your mind last time you watched *Silence of the Lambs*. You even screamed in the Demon Shadow Hall."
Hearing his friend expose his embarrassing past, Young Master Craig’s ears immediately turned red.
That movie viewing was a dark Chapter in his history he’d rather not revisit.
It was too humiliating. He hadn’t just screamed once while watching the Shadow of Evil; Hannibal’s escape scene at the end had scared him to tears.
The good news: they had watched it in Uncle Gordo’s private theater, so there were no outsiders.
The bad news: it was all people he knew.
Uncle Gordo had even recorded him crying. It was the first time in Craig’s life that he hated the person who invented the camera.
Fortunately, Uncle Gordo wasn’t in Twin Tower City recently. He had gone to the Villain Kingdom to negotiate some business.
Otherwise, there was no telling how many times Uncle Gordo would have mocked him by now.
"So, as a mature adult, the best way to conquer fear is to face it!"
Craig said, jutting his chin out stubbornly.
He was going to the Devil Hall to prove he wasn’t afraid, and he had brought along a group of friends for this very purpose.
Ostensibly, they were there as witnesses, but in reality, it was for moral support.
Although the Devils in *Silence of the Lambs* weren’t what scared him, he stubbornly believed the whole thing was their fault.
The line outside the Nine Hells of Bator pavilion was exceptionally long. If they waited normally, it would probably take half a day at least.
The nine-story, seemingly floating pavilion was extremely eye-catching.
Besides, Devils were the hottest topic right now.
Craig led his band of little friends through a side door of the pavilion, under the envious gazes of countless visitors whose legs had gone numb from standing.