Curious as to why Lisa would choose the Catoti kart during the race earlier, Wyn decides to visit campsite number ten. Catoti, a cat with heart-shaped ears and massive muscular arms, welcomes Wyn and team, flexing her arms proudly. Wyn, momentarily stunned by her physique, hesitates before gathering the courage to ask Catoti to lick his teammates’ wounds.

“Are you for real? You souls are too dirty for us cats to put our tongues on,” Catoto says.

“This is the only cat where a deep voice actually fits,” Anish remarks.

“But, but, cats lick humans on Earth,” Yu adds.

“This is no Earth,” she replies.

“I…I understand, but can you at least do it on one of us? We want to observe the healing process speed. For science…and for your Dark Lord,” Wyn asks.

Reluctantly, Catoti starts licking the wounds on Anish. As she does, he gently pats her tiny head, and she purrs in response. Despite the soothing sound, the burn marks don’t seem to heal immediately, so the team sets up their tents in the campground. Wyn, wanting his team to fully recover, tells the team to meet back at the lobby in twenty hours. Meanwhile, Anish waves them off, saying a temporary goodbye as he heads out to visit his favorite shaved cat.

“So we’re not gonna get to see how fast your wounds heal then?” Wyn mumbles.

Once Anish disappears from view, Mira tugs James by the arm, giving Lisa a playful wink before pulling him into her tent. Lisa smiles, fully understanding the gesture – she knows she’s going to have to spend the next twenty hours by herself. Meanwhile, Yu casually slips into Wyn’s tent, eager to chat with the AI once.

“We should all rest,” Wyn says.

“We’ll be fine. Let’s ask a couple of questions, then I’ll be a good boy and go to sleep, okay, dad?”

“First things first, how are things with Christine? You seem less lively with her.”

“I don’t know, man. I’m still processing everything.”

The duo sits at a table with the AI, which is an opaque true-to-color CATOTO halogran, as Wyn had set, projected from a pedestal. The first question is to find out why the brain is the weak point. The AI begins explaining that the brain is the core of identity, the vital organ that defines a person. It’s what sets humans apart from the creatures roaming Hell. Humans, the creators’ prized achievement, would be just an empty vessel without the brain.

Yu quickly follows up with another question, wondering why souls still experience sexual urges in the afterlife, using Mira and James as examples. The AI takes a moment, connecting to the server for more information. Eventually, it explains that just as souls sometimes feel the desire to eat, despite no longer needing sustenance in the afterlife, the same applies to sexual urges. They may feel the desire but are not driven by necessity. When asked why certain souls exhibit heightened urges, the AI admits it doesn't have a definitive answer, but suggests that these desires persist in the afterlife to remind souls of their former human needs and desires.

Wyn reflects on a curious observation: he hasn’t encountered any children or disabled souls in Hell, aside from a dwarf. The AI explains that this is one of the fundamental differences between Heaven and Hell. In Heaven, such souls are allowed to ascend. In Hell, however, the Dark Lord, feeling pity for the disabled, sends them back for rebirth immediately after the grim reapers collect them. Mental disorder, on the other hand, is not regarded as illness in Hell. As for children, the explanation is simpler – the Dark Lord just “hates” kids.

Wyn curiously asks the AI why cats and dogs on Earth don’t speak. The AI begins with a playful “shhhh” and a chuckle, revealing that these animals were meant to be secret agents for Heaven and Hell, sent to monitor Earth. Speaking was never part of their original design – it was the nerds who gave the cats that ability.

“Ah, now I remember. It’s what CATOTO said too,” Wyn says.

When Wyn follows up with a question about demon training he heard from Rex, the AI explains that there are three rankings for demons in Hell. The first rank consists of those deemed too “stupid,” and they are allowed to stay on any level except for level seven. Since all demons, aside from the CATOTO family, look alike, the nerds gave them teenager voices. The next rank includes the more “intelligent” demons who roam the seventh level, serving different functions and training to become either moderator guards or grim reapers. These demons received adult voices. Naturally, the highest rank is held by the moderator guards and grim reapers, who also possess adult voices.

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As for why there is so much white on other levels, the AI chuckles then explains that the nerds aren’t artists, though they’re in search of artistic nerds.

Wyn, after having encountered numerous unanswered questions, decides to consult the AI in its Dojo master form for advice on controlling his cyclone jumps. However, Yu intervenes, advising Wyn to take a break and get some rest instead.

Wyn and team face a black smoke creature whose form is in constant flux. As the entity thickens the smoke, it encircles Wyn, isolating him from the rest of the team. Within the swirling haze, a familiar shape emerges – it’s Yu, but made of black smoke. The smoky Yu stands before Wyn, laughing playfully. Each time Wyn strikes, he feels an overwhelming sense of guilt, as though he is truly harming his friend.

As Yu vanishes, another shape emerges behind Wyn – this time it's Mira, smiling as she adjusts her breasts. Overcome with guilt, Wyn disperses the smoky Mira, only for smoky Anish to materialize behind him. Anish, looking down and poking his paunch, is struck by Wyn’s chakrams. The entity shifts repeatedly, taking on the forms of the three team members. Wyn strikes each one down, unaware that with every dispersion, the encircling smoke tightens around him. Eventually, it consumes him completely. In the enveloping darkness, Wyn briefly feels a sense of peace. Then he wakes up.

The team gathers in the lobby. Lisa insists they celebrate their recent milestone at a club in the Abandoned City, though Wyn would much rather attend a party in the Dark Forest. Unsure of when the next event is, Wyn turns to Catoti for answers. The muscular cat pauses, briefly staring at the ceiling with her mouth open, as if deep in thought.“Isn’t that what the failed prototype did?” Wyn questions.

Catoti then informs Wyn that they’ve just missed the most recent party. Since the team is too impatient to wait for the next one, they decide to open portals to Catutu's campsite instead.

“My, my! Look at how strong you are now! I am impressed,” she says.

The original four members are lost in time, catching up with Catutu, until James starts whining.

“You know, we can kick you out of the team again, now that we can all afford the bestiary,” Wyn says.

“You’re doing great. Keep it up, eh. I’ll never stop hating you,” James replies.

With the biggest club located in the city center, the team takes the train, no longer fearing the traineater.

“We should take a helicopter one of these days,” Yu suggests.

The club is electric, with an elevated floor encircling a sunken dance pit at its center. At the far end, a creature-filled stage, though absent of any equipment, somehow pulses with an infectious energy. Surrounding the pit is a long, sleek table with no seats, except for a break in the center where a set of stairs leads down to the dance floor. Clubbers order drinks by slipping on the same contraptions found on Gluttony’s level.

“Are those creatures moving with the rhythm?” Wyn yells.

As a track with heavy bass drops, the eyeless, long-legged dice creatures on stage react violently, bending their black, slender stick legs rhythmically. When a sexy song comes on, the creatures sensually dance using just their legs, sliding them smoothly across the stage, as if caressing the air. When a heavy metal track hits, they bounce wildly, shedding their legs, like rolling dice. As they bounce, they naturally gravitate back toward the stage, and their legs regrow with the start of the next track.

The clubbers erupt in wild cheers as a song blaring a phrase “so take off all your clothes.” Luminescent liquid sprays into the pit, casting a chaotic, glowing haze over the crowd. Tops are tossed into the air, adding to the frenzy. Without hesitation, James removes his shirt and leaps into the crowd, quickly followed by Mira, who loses herself in the excitement. In the chaos, she forgets about her little sister, who shortly enters the pit all by herself, still fully clothed. Christine, however, stays behind at the table, focused on ordering drinks with her catnips. Meanwhile, Yu and Anish, using all their strength, drag a reluctant Wyn into the gooey, glowing pit. As Wyn grumbles about the sticky mess, his complaints are drowned out by the roaring, exuberant crowd.

Yu and James merge their abilities to create an “art piece” they proudly name the “icy weiner” – an ice sculpture of a dog, which they excitedly let join the stage. The crowd erupts in cheers and laughter at the sight. Meanwhile, the long-legged dice creatures, indifferent to the creation, bounce around energetically and shatter the majestic ice sculpture into pieces.

As a synthetic track begins to play, the ceiling lights above the pit burst into a splash of colors, creating a polygonal dancing robot effect alongside dazzling disco lights – without the need for disco balls. Foam sprays from the sides of the pit, rising into the air and adding to the vibrant atmosphere. Then, Wyn’s nightmare becomes reality when a heavy doom metal track plays. The pit transforms into a mosh pit, with clubbers ramming into each other. Though Wyn enjoys heavy metal music, the chaotic crowd is too much for him. Stealthily, he slips out of the pit and joins Christine at the table.

“This is not the type of celebration I had in mind. Kinda wanted to go somewhere where we could talk to each other,” Wyn says.

“Like, I get you. But, like, look at them. They’re, like, having a blast. Like, we can always meet up in your tent, right?”

Wyn is taken aback by Christine's response. Trying to hide his smile, he wonders if she might finally be starting to warm up to the team.

“True, true. But celebrating in a tent is different from celebrating somewhere special. Oh well, being with you guys is fun enough – it doesn’t matter what we do,” Wyn says.

Christine doesn’t respond to Wyn, her focus solely on downing the drinks she’s ordered. Suddenly, she passes out. Wyn, with the help of a stranger, carries her to a couch near the wall. He settles beside her, keeping watch as she snores like a roaring elephn’t.