Hell Nightclub.
The third floor, awash in dazzling lights and hot girls.
Beside a bar table that somehow felt a little too empty.
An old man in a well-fitted gray suit, looking distinctly out of place amid the surrounding atmosphere, watched Tony Stark slowly make his way up the stairs under the encirclement and scrutiny of countless curious onlookers.
A clear smile appeared on his face.
The smile of someone who had spotted something good.
His eyes were ink green, like those of a venomous snake.
Under the dazzling lights, they reflected an exceptionally vicious and crafty gleam.
"What an utterly unexpected gain..."
"I only wanted to see my knight, yet I ran into him..."
As he murmured softly to himself.
He reached out and stroked the slender cane resting beside his leg.
For some reason, people like them all loved this sort of gaudy trinket.
Yet just as he slowly rubbed the egg-sized emerald atop the cane like an old man rolling walnuts in his hand and was about to rise.
An extremely cold female voice abruptly sounded beside him.
"Mephisto, I think you would be better off staying seated."
Hearing those words.
The manifested human-world body of the Hell Lord known as Mephisto came to an abrupt halt.
After thinking for a moment.
He first sat back down, then turned toward the bald figure who had appeared beside him at some unknown point and sighed with a frown.
"Ancient One, the times have changed, and the world has changed. Sticking rigidly to old rules is not a good thing..."
"We must prepare ourselves to welcome change..."
Ancient One merely replied calmly yet sternly.
"So what?"
"I am the Sorcerer Supreme. I will protect this planet."
"As an important cornerstone of Human Civilization, Tony Stark is not someone I