I Am A Notorious Hidden Boss In The Alternate World

Considering Albion used the Netherworld's frozen region as the transit point for his entry to the Netherworld Realm, logically speaking, he should have arrived in a frozen region.

"This doesn't look like the Region of Freezing Hell… This seems more like the Region of Desolate Famine. So something went wrong with the transfer, huh?"

Albion muttered while inspecting his surroundings.

The infinitely vast and barren red land seemingly stretches for eternity without end and is devoid of wandering souls supposedly undergoing the purgatory of hunger.

However, this was not true.

Hungry souls wandered throughout the desolate region, but their distance was too far apart from one another that it gave the impression that the Region of Desolate Famine was devoid of them.

Albion crossed dozens of miles in a few breaths before witnessing the start of two hungry souls' encounter.

Grrr-rah!

The hungry souls growled with voracious appetites and slobbering drools before lunging to tear at each other for food.

However, their spiritual bodies were not made of flesh.

Even if they were hungry ghosts with insatiable appetites, they couldn't sate their endless hunger after tearing and devouring each other.

Their spiritual bodies deform like the clash of two misty bodies before reforming themselves—only to mindlessly clash again.

The insatiable hunger had driven the two hungry souls beyond the state of reason and clarity.

Their actions of wanting to devour each other bore no fruit, but it didn't stop them from continuing to do so.

The hungry souls only had one simple thought process; if it moves, it can be eaten.

As the two hungry souls wrestled in an attempt to devour each other's existence and sate their hunger, Albion watched them with amusement.

"This kind of feels like I am watching two tanks from a MOBA game with end-game gear trying to kill each other, but to no avail," Albion commented.

A few moments later, Albion's stomach suddenly grumbled.

He glanced down and held his stomach with both hands before giving it a shake like a potbelly while talking to it.

"You're hungry, huh? Well, you're not. To be a True Immortal is to be free from the shackles of the mortal body. So what you're feeling now is just an illusion, buddy. It's all an illusion, do you understand?"

Grumble…!

Albion's stomach growled in response.

Smack!

Albion gave his stomach a wack before muttering with a frown, "What a disobedient kid. Are you trying to rebel?"

Grumble…

The stomach growled weakly.

Although the Netherworld was a spirit realm, not everything was spiritual and illusory. For example, the Region of Desolate Famine's red dirt was all material.

The red dirt was also called Gluttonous Soulsand for its ability to trick souls into feeling mortal hunger with prolonged exposure to it.

"Whatever. There's no food in the Region of Desolate Famine, but that doesn't mean there's nothing to snack on."

Albion's eyes brightened.

In the next moment, Albion kicked the ground and shot towards the two hungry souls locked in their fruitless battle.

Grr-rah!

The two hungry souls sensed a more appetizing target before they stopped fighting and directed their ravenous hunger at Albion.

Swish~!

The two hungry souls immediately shot towards Albion like a pair of white ghostly apparitions before digging their inhuman fangs and claws into Albion.

However, their claws and fangs simply phased through Albion's fleshly body.

And in the next moment…

Bzzt!

The 10th Tribulation Lightning inside Albion vaporized the twin hungry souls into white misty particles.

Ding!

<You have eliminated a grade-3 soul of the dead>

<You have eliminated a grade-3 soul of the dead>

<You have gained 210 soul points>

<You have gained 225 soul points>

<Your soul depth has improved>

…

The system notified Albion.

While the two hungry souls had their existences erased from the cycle of samsara forever, Albion enjoyed the nourishment on his soul without a shred of guilt.

Only sinful souls suffer in the Netherworld's purgatory regions.

More importantly, Albion was more curious about learning soul presence and soul depth.

Although the two terms seemed vaguely similar, one improves his physical attributes, and the other improves his soul's quality.

However, Albion already understood that soul presence doesn't actually improve his physical attributes.

It improved the strength of his will—will that can be exerted on reality and twist the very fabric of the universe.

That is why Hunters could demonstrate greater physical strength without observable improvements in their muscles and bones.

The power of will was actually a godly power.

'If the system can continuously improve a person's soul presence without limit, I don't doubt that there will be a day when they can bend reality and materialize their mind's imagination out of thin air.'

Albion mused.

If that was true, Soul Sprites were terrifying yet miraculous existences—not because of what they are, but what they are capable of doing; creating a god.

However, such creation comes at the expense of many lives—too many lives to count.

'These Soul Sprites like Goldfinger don't seem much different from the constellations in those modern fantasy novels I've in my past life,' Albion thought.

In fact, wasn't his present life exactly like one of those modern fantasy novels?

Systems? Checked.

Hunters? Checked.

Dungeons and gates? Also checked.

'What if this world is actually one of those modern fantasy novels about hunters and dungeons that I didn't get to read?' Albion wondered.

Shortly after, Albion shook his head with a wry smile.

It is better not to think too deeply into it.

Bzzt!

<You have eliminated a grade-4 soul of the dead>

<You have gained 350 soul points>

<Your soul depth has improved>

The system suddenly alerted.

"Hm?" Albion casually looked around without spotting anything out of the ordinary before shrugging amusingly, "Must have been the wind."

Of course, that was a joke.

"Haiz, out of all the netherworld regions I could have landed in, it just had to be the one under the Purgatory of Gluttony," Albion suddenly sighed.

He was hungry and bored out of his mind.

More importantly, it didn't have the one thing he came for; spirit herbs!

The Netherworld was one of the best places for growing soul-related spirit herbs!

'How the f*ck do I get out of here?' Albion complained.

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