Nonsense! This is pure nonsense!
Just as Evenson had expected, Mephisto immediately exploded. "I really underestimated you humans. Your ability to court death is truly eye-opening!"
"Look at me. Take a good look at me!" Mephisto stood there, pointing at his own face. "Who am I? I'm Mephisto, the Hell Monarch, the big boss of all demons, the one called the source of all evil in this world."
"I've settled down now. I've turned from evil and embraced good. I'm even working my ass off trying to figure out how to bring all humanity into Heaven, while you people are sprinting down the road to self-destruction like nothing can stop you! I'm begging you, can't you show a little consideration for my painstaking efforts?"
"Huff, huff..." Mephisto panted heavily. After venting all that, he calmed down somewhat. He took a huge swig of liquor, his thoughts racing, then sat down on the sofa and suddenly looked at Evenson. "Who exactly is doing what you described? How do they plan to do it? And... most importantly, can they really pull it off?"
Mephisto had been too anxious earlier. Now that he had calmed down, he realized that what Evenson described was indeed horrifying—but also utterly unprecedented. It wasn't the first or second time humanity had tried to destroy itself, but never on the scale of killing a billion people, and within two hours at that... feat! After racking his brains, Mephisto found that "feat" was the only word he could use for such madness.
Still, the whole thing sounded unreal to him.
"If no one is prepared, they really can succeed." Evenson gave a bitter smile. "They've been planning this for a long time. By now, all preparations are in place. Once the plan officially goes live, the momentum will be