Inside the warehouse where Johnny was hiding, the lights were blazing. He turned a large grinding wheel with one hand while forcefully sharpening a steel rod over two meters long against it with the other.
Johnny Blaze had never considered himself a hero. Making sacrifices for unrelated strangers was something he found nearly impossible.
But this time was different. Two billion people—there were simply too many. One or two people might have been one thing, but with so many lives he clearly had a chance to save, he could not just stand by. Perhaps, to him, this was a different kind of quantity overwhelming quality.
Besides, this matter was directly tied to his soul. Completing the mission would let him reclaim it, so he could not ignore it.
However, just as Johnny was about to agree this time, he had another thought. "I know you. I know you demons never place all your bets on one person. So am I really the only one carrying out this mission? Will that guy be going too?"
Naturally, Johnny meant Evenson. Evenson had messed with his head so badly that he now desperately wanted to know whether Evenson would be joining him on the mission.
"Heh heh..." Mephisto sneered twice. "This is a matter of great importance. Naturally, I made additional preparations."
Though Mephisto had not answered directly, the meaning in his words was obvious. Johnny's expression changed at once. "Are you kidding me? You want him on the mission with me? Can you guarantee he won't stab me in the back during it?"
"The only thing I can guarantee is that if you don't blindly mess around and attack him first, he won't attack you." Mephisto rolled his eyes. "Please, think back carefully. The first time you crossed paths, you went looking