"What an unlucky fellow~"
After sighing in that utterly unconcerned tone,
Lucifer held his wineglass and swirled the blood red premium liquor within.
Then, gazing out at the Crimson Dimension, now reduced to ruins, and its various scenes of utter desolation,
he wore an expression as though he had understood something and continued to sigh:
"I never expected that fellow to be able to fight you to this extent. It seems what comics depict ultimately differs enormously from reality."
"It surprises me quite a bit, yet it also feels easy enough to understand."
Possibility was a complex thing, granting every event infinitely many directions in which to develop.
And how could mere comics, with their exceedingly brief length, possibly recount every possibility?
Thus,
faced with the fact that Marquis of Death was far stronger than the version presented in the comics,
Lucifer was not surprised in the slightest.
He merely wore an expression of complete understanding.
He simply took it as the other party differing greatly from the comic's content.
By the same token,
precisely because of this,
although he knew that another world, the world called Marvel World, possessed something known as DC Comics that recorded vast amounts of information about him, he did not particularly care.
They were merely comics, weren't they?
How much of his lengthy life cycle could they possibly describe?
At most, they could give people a rough understanding of what kind of existence he was.
And if one added the fact that possibilities constantly changed,
then that so-called rough understanding
did not hold much value either.
There was an overwhelming chance that it differed immensely from reality!
Especially now that he knew of the existence of something like DC Comics, this was even more true.
Changes in circumstances were fierce!
However,
before Lucifer could