HELL?

Author's note: Kimono=Hanfu=Robe. I may use different words, but they all mean the same thing. 

"No! No!" he yelled, struggling to escape.

His hands flung at the air, reaching for anything to hold on to. But there was nothing. 

"Help!" He screamed, but his voice too was swallowed by the darkness. The air turned thin, his lungs burning as he gasped for breath.

With one final, desperate attempt, he reached for his desk, his fingertips grazing the edge before the darkness swallowed him entirely, dragging him into the void.

The last thing he saw was the screen of his computer, still glowing with the words:

"YOU ARE THE COOMER'S KING." Then, everything went black.

**

"Fuck off, wake up, Zhang Fei!" a voice called out.

Zhang Fei groaned, rubbing his eyes as he tried to sit up. The ground beneath him felt unusually warm, almost too hot.

His body tensed, and he looked around, his mind still foggy from whatever had just happened.

"What the fuck is this?!" he shouted.

He blinked, closing his eyes before opening them again, hoping it was just some bizarre dream. But the sight in front of him didn't change.

He was standing on a vast, molten landscape with the land flowing with fucking lava. The air was heavy with waves of fire and occasional lava bubbles.

"No way, this is lava, right?" he muttered to himself in disbelief.

"Yeah, it is, you fucker!" The voice rang out again. "What do you think it is, if it isn't lava?"

Zhang Fei spun around, trying to locate the source of the voice, but saw nothing. He was alone—or so it seemed.

"Great," he mumbled in frustration. "Just what I needed. Some random-ass voice and a whole lava pit to wake up in."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "What now?"

"What now? You can't? Look up here!" the voice snapped angrily.

Zhang Fei's brows twitched in irritation. He gritted his teeth, annoyed at the constant taunting. Slowly, he lifted his gaze, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

Before him, within the molten landscape, was a separate domain. It was like a portion of another world, floating within the lava.

In the center of the domain stood a shrine-like red gate, with a throne positioned at the heart of it.

"Vukuna?" Zhang Fei whispered, still trying to wrap his mind around what was happening.

"Fuck you and your Vukuna," the voice shot back, harsh and full of hate.

Zhang Fei barely heard the curse as his eyes locked onto the throne. A figure began to slowly materialize before him, the very air around it trembling with power.

There he sat—dressed in a beautiful black and gold kimono with an aura so majestic that it nearly blinded Zhang Fei. His face remained blurred, but his power was undeniable.

The figure's eyes pierced through the heat, focusing directly on Zhang Fei.

His body tensed, goosebumps filling him with a mix of both awe and fear.

"What the hell is this?" Zhang Fei whispered to himself, barely able to process the sight before him.

"This is hell, and I am the God of the Underworld," the figure declared with commanding voice.

Zhang Fei scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, right. Sure," he mocked.

The figure's expression twitched, clearly irritated, but he masked it swiftly.

"Since you won the Coomer's Competition, you have earned a prize. You'll be transmigrating into the world of the novel Steal the Girls."

Zhang Fei furrowed his brow, trying to process the words. "Transmigrating? What do you mean by that?" he asked, confusion mixing with annoyance.

The figure slammed his hands on the throne. "Shut the fuck up," he shouted.

Zhang Fei raised an eyebrow with a smirk tugging at his lips. "Well, at least explain it to me, you fucker with a god complex," he teased.

The figure leaned forward, his irritation replaced by a smug look on his face.

"I am in charge of assessing the characteristics of those transmigrating and assigning them a body in the novel world that suits their… qualities."

He pulled out a piece of paper and flicked it. "But you, you fucker, seem to have achieved nothing other than masturbating until your dick limps out."

He shook his head with a chuckle. "What kind of character am I supposed to assign to you?"

Zhang Fei blushed, and he looked away, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

"W-What the hell?" he said, clearly embarrassed. "I mean, come on... You don't have to put it like that, do you?"

The figure grinned, enjoying the discomfort. "What's the matter? Can't handle the truth?" he teased.