. Intriguingly, the sky was red instead of the usual blue, and the ground was a scorched red, more terrifying than any desert. Despite the ominous appearance, the environment's temperature and pressure were normal, reassuring Brutols that he hadn’t somehow ended up on Mars or the moon of Saturn.

This world seemed devoid of life. After wandering around for several days without encountering any living creatures, Brutols was grateful he had brought ample food supplies. He wasn’t worried about the lich escaping, as it had to pass through here to leave the tower. Jumping out of a window was hardly a viable option for the lich.

After a few days, the emptiness of the world tested Brutols' patience—it would drive anyone crazy. Thankfully, his phone provided some entertainment. Though it had no signal, he could still take pictures. So, Brutols documented the eerie landscape, thinking these photos might fetch a prize and earn him some money if he returned to his world. He had never used his abilities for nefarious activities; though his pyrokinesis made arson and murder easy, his morals forbade him from such actions.

Brutols discovered a water source in the form of peculiar red cacti on the hellish ground. Cutting them open, he found they contained red water. The liquid tasted somewhat like Gatorade, sweet and refreshing, loaded with minerals and vitamins. After finding several of these cacti, he stocked up on water, essential for survival here. Carrying a bucket wasn’t practical, and in this desolate place, being mistaken for something sinister wasn't a risk worth taking.

Despite the satisfaction of finding water, Brutols grew weary of this hellish world after a few more days of fruitless searching for an exit. Perhaps there was no exit at all, or maybe he had entered the wrong way in the first place. Thoroughly perplexed, Brutols decided to search for three more days before retracing his steps.

At last, he stumbled upon something promising—a village. This was not a human settlement, as humans couldn’t survive here. The village was inhabited by small red devils with horns. While they looked fierce, they didn’t attack, appearing to be a peaceful race.

“Hello, can you tell me what this place is?” Brutols asked one of the red devil guards at the village gate. The guard wore thin armor that seemed to be made from the cacti and a decent-looking helmet, but had no visible weapons. It seemed this race didn’t fight with conventional weapons, possibly using magical attacks instead.

“This is Hell. Why are you here, strange human?” the devil guard replied with caution, as humans in Hell were a rarity. Brutols, meaning no harm, smiled. “I’m just looking for an exit. Is there a way to reach the upper levels? If so, please tell me, and I’d be very grateful.”

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