An Isekai Story

At the blazing heart of the Gilded Abyss lies the Infernal Palace, a colossal edifice of obsidian glass, gold-veined bone, and illusions so convincing they blur into reality. By night, it shimmers like a mirage of paradise—by day, a furnace of sin. Here, gamblers wager not just coin but years of life, memories, or the names of their unborn. The laughter of the lucky and the wails of the damned echo side by side through velvet-curtained halls and chandelier-lit pits. Behind every card shuffle is a spell, and behind every smiling dealer, a watching devil. Xylos—the Demon Lord in charge—glides through the halls like a living contract, his charm dripping thicker than the perfume-sweet air. High-rollers lounge in gravity-defying suites, where drinks refill themselves and betrayals are whispered into wine. The deeper chambers—off-limits to all but the truly damned—rumble with secrets that reshape fates. The palace doesn’t just steal fortunes. It makes you thank it for the loss.

The Infernal Palace looms like a fever dream under a desert night sky—its spires twist upward in impossible curves, coated in shimmering scales of red-gold glass. Bioluminescent sigils crawl like fireflies across its outer walls. Inside, black marble floors pulse with soft red light from below, while velvet drapes and golden gargoyles leer down at passing guests. Every chandelier is made of crystallized fire, and every shadow hides a deal being struck. The building itself seems... amused.