Mephisto was feeling deeply frustrated.
In fact, he had learned about the human Internet long ago. But back then, the Internet was still a novelty. Humans used bulky, heavy desktop computers and had to connect through dial-up. Only the wealthiest segment of the middle class could surf the vast ocean of the Internet.
The atmosphere online had been rather dull back then. The Internet mainly existed in the form of forums: someone made a post, and a group of people replied beneath it. It was not a particularly efficient way to communicate, and the topics were even more tedious—either technical matters in specialized fields or sincere requests for help. Everyone answered earnestly, too. To a devil, it was unbearably boring.
Compared with humans, devils lived far too long. Mephisto only looked away for a moment, and the human Internet had turned into some abstract thing he could not understand at all.
He merely took a nap, and when he came to, everyone had a compact little phone in their hands. Each phone had over a dozen Internet-connected apps: forums, long-form videos, short videos, instant messaging apps, and all sorts of other things. People talked about everything, and some of the content was so wicked that even he, a devil, could not bear to look at it.
But of course, this was an Internet age that belonged to Mephisto. As the Lord of Hell, he was naturally drawn to chaos and evil. His form of life also allowed him to receive the electrical signals humans sent out at any time. Simply put, he had been lurking on the human Internet for a long time.
Still, before this, he had only lurked for entertainment. Those bizarre Jesus jokes humans came up with always made him laugh so hard his stomach hurt, wonderfully