The Cryopod to Hell Classic is the original version of TCTH, written based on the original writing prompts, expanded into a full series, with 490 chapters of fun adventures. However, it is extremely flawed, with paper thin characters and plotlines that don’t resolve properly. It abruptly ends at the finale of Route C, and was never finished with a proper ending. Classic is best read after Refresh so you can appreciate where the story came from. As its own story, Classic has too many flaws for anyone to recommend reading first.
Everyone’s gone, now. My fingers tick off the checklist as I count off items in my head. Ben is probably at the portal already, sending men and women to save the Volgrim worlds. I established a new portal system inside Hero City, so putting the Volgrim inside their nearly limitless pocket dimension should protect them…
Building the portal to Voldarius inside Hero City seems the safest option to me, but at the same time, it needs to be functional and reliable. For that reason, I am now standing outside the city limits of Hero City, in a flat expanse where not much is going on. I think that at some…
Beelzebub nudges a rock on the ground with his foot. Based on its texture and design, it must have broken off from the ceiling. A sour look spreads from one corner of his mouth to the other. "Devils. What a mess. I should have come sooner." Samantha leans against me and yawns. "Why didn’t you?"…
Ten pinpricks of fire lunge from the tips of Beelzebub’s fingers, like minuscule fairies on a quest to devour life. A few Kolvaxians dive for the ground but are too slow, and shriek in agony as the flames explode into flesh-devouring globes that engulf their bodies. Beelzebub activates ten more, without even using the hand…
"I’m going to have to take drastic measures," Alpha says. His eyes sweep around as he evaluates the battlefield. "Once Kolvaxians arrive in a place like the Labyrinth, they can’t be stopped. If we’re lucky, one nuclear blast should annihilate enough space that it will destroy the gate they’re arriving from, and erase those caught…
"How’d it go?" I stare ahead blankly at the person asking the question. I’m looking at myself? No, wait, Alpha. Jason Alpha. He’s asking how it went. How what went? Did I do something? I start to take a step forward, then suddenly realize I’m standing. Why am I standing? Wasn’t I asleep? He went…
My eyes close, but I can’t sleep. I don’t need to, anymore, but I remember a time when I once did. At some point, the spiritual energy in my body started giving me so much vitality that sleep became impossible. Still, I close my eyes for a short time and remember my past. All the…
"Take your clothes off," Jason Alpha says, a weird smile on his face. "You need to be decontaminated." A cold drop of sweat runs down my back. "Are… are you serious?" I suppose stripping down in front of myself isn’t shameful or anything, but… Helen’s watching… Shrugging, I grumble silently to myself and start to…
The five of us inhale sharply as we arrive back at Axis Mundi. Well, Harold doesn’t, but he’s a robot. The stress of everything we’ve just been through hits us like a ton of bricks, and everyone, including me, slump down onto our butts. A dozen angels nearby turn to stare at us quizzically before…
Papers covered in scribbles litter my desk. Some are drawings, while others have hastily scrawled notes, and all of them serve one purpose; solving the mystery. I’ve long wondered how the foundations of demon society were built, and how we managed to come out on top during the Energy Wars. Demons are not educated on…
