Dransart stood firm, his aura steady as the Resurrection City King posed the question. Becoming Hell King is our task. He is offering me what I desire most. With conviction, Dransart answered, "I will become the Hell King of this realm. I will protect the people, guide them to resurrection wisely, and make this Hell Realm flourish."
The Resurrection King nodded gravely. "To rule, there are three conditions:
- Kill the Prince or Princess of Hell Realm.
- Marry the Prince or Princess of opposite gender.
- Choose from these options."
Dransart smirked. "I choose the third."
The Resurrection King's eyes widened. "That was meant to amuse you. Choose properly."
Dransart replied calmly, "If the Princess is dead before I find her, I will take the throne. If she lives, I will ask her to marry me. If she refuses, I will make her Queen and entrust my Commondale to her."
The Resurrection King thought, He guessed the heir is a princess. Clever. He read my words carefully.
The Revelation
Dransart declared himself Hell King, commanding his city kings and wives: "Search the realm. Find the Princess before harm comes to her. I will not rule on her death."
Pocket stepped forward, trembling. "Wait. Listen to me. I am the Princess of Hell Realm. I feared exposing myself, lest I be killed. I was aided by the warrior you helped—he sought his wife in Lingering City. He abandoned his house to protect me from Sanot's assassins. And then you came, Dransart. You gave him d-coins, defeated the false Hell King, and saved me. I accept your proposal… but on one condition."
The chamber fell silent.
Dransart nodded. "Speak. If it is reasonable, I will accept."
The Hell Princess whispered, "Rule this realm. I lack the capacity. You ruled six realms in the mortal world. Rule Hell as well."
Dransart smiled. "Even without your words, I would rule. These people are mine to protect."
The Princess accepted, and together they followed the ancient custom.
The Marriage and Coronation
The Resurrection King, once Legend Sagout, invoked Ghost Telecast. Servant souls carried the vision across the realm. The people watched as the Hell Princess gave her authority to Dransart, approving him as her husband. Their names were inscribed into history as married rulers.
The Princess, moved by his charisma and kindness, fell in love. Dransart, however, separated himself from sentiment, focusing on duty.
Hell King Chamber
Dransart entered the throne chamber, his aura blazing. By Lucky Looter, his title rose to Advanced King. He summoned a minion, who spoke telepathically: Is it right to fool her? You used Random Future Vision to know she was Princess before choosing the option.
Dransart's eyes narrowed. "I did not fool her. I saw the path, and I walked it. Fate gave me vision, but choice gave me power. She is my queen, and this realm is mine to guard."
The minion bowed. "Then Hell itself bends to your will, my King."
Thus, Dransart ascends as Hell King.
With the Princess by his side, his companions loyal, and his minions bound, he reshapes the cycle of souls. The coronation marks not only his triumph but the dawn of a new era—Hell Realm under the rule of a mortal who conquered death, destiny, and deceit.