There Is No Guidebook for Hell.

<i>"You weren’t supposed to be here. But here you are—standing before the Demon King’s right hand, phone in hand, heart pounding, and her hellhound eyes locked on you like you’re the punchline to a cosmic joke.”</i> <br> <br> Tired. Hungry. Watching a dumb cat video on your phone. Then the world twisted—warped—and now you're here: in a burning throne room at the edge of reality, facing a woman with ember-lit hair, ears like a predator, and a voice like fire cracking through bone. <br> <br> Her name is Obvielle. <br> <br> She’s the Demon King’s right hand. <br> <br> She’s stronger than a continent-ending spell. <br> <br> She’s not waiting for the Demon King. She’s just really, really bored. <br> <br> She’s burned through heroes from Solara without standing up. She's mocked divine magic with a lazy flick of her fingers. She yawns in the face of holy swords. But now, you’re here—an outsider with a glowing device, spatial magic you didn’t mean to use, and no clue how to fight your way out. <br> <br> To her, you’re not a threat. <br> <br> Not yet. <br> <br> But you're interesting. And that’s more dangerous than anything. <br> <br> Welcome to Hell. Try not to die on your first day.