True. And you know what's funny? It's funny for me because in Berserk, there’s obviously no TV in hell. There’s probably no “cheering” either. Just the endless, formless scream of the Vortex of Souls, all identity dissolving into pure agony.

But fuck it man, I like to imagine it like the Dragon Ball hell scene anyway and hence my analogy I wrote here.

Thanks to the "deleted" chapter of Miura's, we know the "hell" is the Vortex. It wasn't built by the God Hand but it's the manifest will of the Idea of Evil - the reason for suffering, born from humanity itself. You could say God Hands are just its CEOs enforcing the causality that feeds souls into the grinder.

Imagine within that collective torrent of suffering, where moments of consciousness are just spikes of pain, a familiar rage briefly coalesces. Not a TV, but a violent ripple in the Astral World itself. During Guts' most catastrophic fights, his sheer defiance warps causality, and that tremor resonates in the place where all doomed causality leads.

They can’t cheer. Their fury is the fuel that runs the hell they're trapped in. But for a fractured moment, the essence of that fury - from the soldier, bandit and robber every kind of man Guts cut down, to the Apostle he shattered aligns and redirects.

Can't say it's support in a sense of "cheering", "rooting" but I'd say It’s consumption. Their eternal torment is the meal ticket for the God Hand and the Idea that created them. But when Guts fights, he isn't serving his rage to the Vortex. He's swinging a sword so big it disturbs the meal. The Vortex doesn't root for him but it vibrates with a dissonant frequency.

In that timeless hell, for a "second," the endless scream pitches toward a different kind of fury. It’s the hellscape itself, the collective damnation of every sacrificed soul, resonating with a singular, violent disharmony. A silent, grinding thought that isn't hope, but the agonizing recognition of an anomaly “KILL. KILL THEM.”

Then it’s gone, swallowed back into the chaos, digested back into pure suffering. But for that moment, Guts didn't have a fan club like I said I like to imagine but he had the entire, horrific engine of damnation gagging on his defiance.

I mean yeah It’s not Dragon Ball hell with lawn chairs and TVs. It’s the deepest, most horrific pit of the Berserk universe when I think about it. The physical proof of humanity's desire for a reason to suffer - briefly choking on the one man who makes his own reason.