Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Chapter 197: Chapter 116: The Horrors of Hell’s Punishment—Good Thing I’m a PE Student (6k2)

When Lu Wenwu regained his senses, he found himself standing firmly, having stepped into another space.

He opened his eyes, and what he saw was a scene…

Uh…

Lu Wenwu was at a loss for words to describe the scene before him.

It seemed somewhat like… a meat shop?

He saw souls like pieces of meat about to be sold, with large hooks piercing their tongues, and their limbs bound to a huge metal plate, hanging naked in the air.

Both men and women were the same.

As their tongues lengthened due to their body weight and the weight of the metal plate pulling them down, their facial expressions became increasingly sinister and painful.

Lu Wenwu looked upward, unable to see the end of the chains, not knowing where they extended from.

Above, fierce flames and chilling Yin Winds alternated in gusts.

Every time they reached the metal plates binding the souls, the agony intensified, causing the souls to struggle even more fiercely.

When the Yin Wind blew.

The countless souls hanging in the air swayed with the wind, and the many metal plates clashed together with the Yin Wind, creating a pleasant, melodious sound like wind chimes.

Below, an array of Yin Soldiers with blue faces and fangs pinned down the crying souls, gripping their tongues tightly with giant pliers, exerting all their strength to pull them out.

The tongues were slowly stretched longer and became thinner but somehow never broke, as if imbued with some kind of power.

The soul whose tongue was being pulled wore a twisted look, continuously struggling and spasming violently, trying to escape the dreadful punishment.

But the Yin Soldier beside them was like the world’s strongest prison, firmly restraining the soul, depriving it of life or death, forcing it to endure.

Until the Yin Soldier responsible for pulling the tongue suddenly exerted force, the long red tongue snapped like a broken string all at once, rebounding against the pliers, coiling repeatedly.

Meanwhile, the originally broken tongue of the soul immediately regrew, starting a new cycle of reincarnation.

This is the first layer of the Eighteen Layers of Hell, the Tongue Pulling Hell.

Anyone in the world who sows discord, slanders, harms others, uses slick talk or cunning arguments, lies, and deceives will be condemned to the Tongue Pulling Hell after death.

In this hell, having one’s tongue pulled, being roasted by high temperatures, and being blown by Yin Winds are just the Basic punishments.

Tongue pulling is not merely pulling out the tongue; it’s symbolic of directly stripping a soul’s ability to communicate with the outside world.

The punished souls in this layer cannot see or speak, can only feel the omnipresent pain in endless darkness, and experience the intense loneliness and fear that comes from having no concept of time.

They cannot even scream.

Lu Wenwu calculated carefully.

Based on the trial period set by King Yama for him and the difference in his Karmic Force and Merit, it can be deduced that a normal player’s trial time should be about seven days in hell per layer.

Is that long?

Definitely not long.

According to legend, the Eighteen Hells are arranged by the length of suffering time and the severity of sins committed.

In terms of the hell’s time flow, one day equals three thousand seven hundred and fifty years in the Human World.

Under normal punishment, it takes ten thousand years to complete a sentence.

In other words, the shortest sentencing time for the Tongue Pulling Hell is Blue Star Time of thirteen and a half billion years…

Fun fact: the first guy to enter the Tongue Pulling Hell still hasn’t been released till now.

Second fun fact: there hasn’t been a single release recorded in any of the hells under the entire Underworld.

What’s even more terrifying is that as you proceed through each level of hell, the suffering increases twenty-fold and the length of imprisonment doubles compared to the previous hell.

When it reaches the Eighteenth Hell…

Lu Wenwu couldn’t be bothered to calculate, knowing it was a lot anyway.

While he was lost in thought, a Yin General on duty finally noticed this living person standing there, and was startled.

He widened his eyes, approached, and circled around Lu Wenwu.

“Pal, don’t look at me that way, it scares me,” Lu Wenwu said, “What’s the procedure here? Lord Yama just assigned me a jail, and I’m here to report.”

He was afraid the Yin General would suddenly blurt out, “Brother, you smell good!”

Unexpectedly, when Lu Wenwu asked this, the Yin General jumped in surprise.

Letting out a loud cry, he attracted the attention of numerous surrounding Yin Soldiers, causing them to stop pulling tongues.

Countless ghost shadows simultaneously stared at Lu Wenwu, making him somewhat uneasy, wondering what’s wrong with these Yin Soldiers being so jumpy.

“You…can see me? And speak?”

The startled Yin General calmed himself down and inquired with a sense of uncertainty.

“Yes, is that so surprising?” Lu Wenwu shrugged, “Your Underworld rules restrain the souls, what does it have to do with me seeing as a living person?”

“Is that so? But living people also have souls, the Netherworld’s rules should apply, no? This is quite strange.” The Yin General nodded half-believingly, “So you are?”

Lu Wenwu patiently repeated, “My name is Violent Dragon, I came from the Human World to train, appointed by the Fifth Hall Yama to first report to the Eighteen Layers of Hell, three days of punishment per level in the Human World.”

“A living person? Training? Coming to the Eighteen Layers of Hell? Appointed by the Fifth Hall Yama? Oh my Emperor Dongyue!”

The Yin General acutely realized how terrifying the combination of these keywords was, successfully interpreting it incorrectly.