Russell (Mephisto): What Are You Laughing At? (Please Keep Reading)

Russell (Mephisto): What Are You Laughing At? (Please Keep Reading)

Stark Tower lobby.

Tony's body lay in the center.

Pepper and Happy stood to one side, while Nick Fury and Natasha stood on the other.

Suddenly, a Golden Yellow Flame appeared out of thin air and began spinning rapidly.

The center of the flame opened up, and the opening steadily widened.

A Portal gradually took shape. Amid streams of multicolored light, a figure slowly stepped out.

He wore a simple yellow robe, with an accessory hanging on his chest.

Set into the accessory was a Green Gem that radiated a mysterious glow.

"Master Russell."

The four of them instinctively greeted Russell in their own ways.

Seeing that they had been cowed by his presence, Russell smiled.

He slowly withdrew the Spiritual Energy he had used to pressure them.

If the atmosphere wasn't enough, power would make up for it.

Russell.

Tony's soul curled his lip. Russell's grand display wouldn't fool him.

Please, help me.

Russell smiled and nodded at Tony's Soul Form.

The show had to be carried through to the end.

He paced over to Tony's body and Formed Hand Seals before his chest.

The accessory on his chest floated up and slowly rotated.

The gem embedded within it pointed toward Tony's body.

A beam of green light shot from the gem and shone upon Tony's body.

The next moment, everyone seemed to see time reversing around Tony's body.

Tony's body returned to the seat in the reception room.

Everyone's eyes lit up at the sight, and they marveled in amazement.

Only Tony's soul walked toward his body while grumbling, "Something you could've handled in seconds, and you had to drag it out for more than ten minutes? What a damn slowpoke.

And do you even know how to Form Hand Seals? You don't know shit. You're just putting on a show."

Russell only smiled without saying a word.

Once this performance was over, he would see how Tony mocked him.

There it was.

Beyond Universe 404, within the Endless Dimensions.

A gaze filled with resentment fixed upon Tony and Russell.

Tony seemed to sense it and couldn't help shivering.

Russell looked toward the owner of that gaze.

The King of Demons, Lord of Hell, the former Supreme of the Demonic Realm—Satan.

Mephisto.

Was he Master Ancient One's target this time?

This was going to be difficult.

Before coming to Stark Tower, Russell had first made a trip to Kamar-Taj.

Something was definitely wrong.

The Ancient One could have restored Tony's body herself. There was no need to call him back.

After Russell arrived, The Ancient One told him directly.

When Tony died, she had sensed two gazes watching from beyond the universe.

One held no hostility, only curiosity.

The other was filled with greed and evil.

She wanted to set another trap with Russell and fleece the owner of the second gaze.

Russell would find a way to stall for time while she located the owner of the gaze and confirmed their identity, then they would make a plan.

Seeing Russell actually dare to meet his gaze, Mephisto revealed a vicious grin.

Russell answered with a smile.

Mephisto's smile widened.

Russell's smile widened as well.

Mephisto: I've memorized your appearance and the aura of your soul. Once you die, I'll have plenty of time to savor you.

Russell: Master Ancient One has located your coordinates. Even if we can't set a trap and fleece you this time, once I advance, I'll come knocking at your door.

The two tacitly withdrew their gazes at the same time.

Both of them looked forward to the future.

The moment Tony's soul returned to his body, he moved slightly, preparing to get used to it.

Pepper threw herself at him and hugged him as she burst into tears.

Tony awkwardly comforted Pepper.

The others silently lowered their heads, and no one noticed Russell's oddity.

Except Tony, because he was one of those involved.

Tony got straight to the point and asked, "Russell, what was that just now?"

"Mephisto. A man who loves you but can't have you."

Tony knew who Mephisto was. He was a proper sorcerer who read books every day.

Unlike Russell, who was completely unlearned.

"Speak plainly."

"He covets your soul."

"My soul is that valuable?"

Confident people always thought differently from others.

Rather than being alarmed, Tony was delighted, and a satisfied curve formed on his lips.

"He has good taste."

After that topic was over, Tony's expression turned serious. "Thanks for this time. Later, I'll personally come to thank you."

Although he knew that if he asked Russell to investigate, finding the culprit would be easy.

Tony was proud. He wasn't the kind of person who ran home to find his parents after being bullied.

He would avenge himself!

Russell was surprised. Was Tony telling him to leave? What a scumbag.

After nodding farewell to the others, Russell took one step forward and vanished from where he stood.

As for opening a Portal, Russell had long since stopped needing to do that deliberately.

"So he just went poof and disappeared? He doesn't need to slowly open a Portal?"

Happy suddenly asked.

"No. He was just putting on airs."

Tony replied irritably.

Then he looked at Nick Fury.

"Director Fury, perhaps we should have a proper talk."

Tony had seen Nick Fury's expression change when he watched the replay of Tony's death.

Tony had seen it all clearly in his Soul Form.

After hesitating for a moment, Nick Fury finally spoke.

"This method of fighting by infiltrating an enemy's body reminds me of a technology and a man.

"Dr. Hank Pym, and his Pym Particles.

"Pym Particles are—"

"So you suspect that the person who entered my brain and damaged it was this Hank Pym?"

Nick Fury nodded gravely. "Even if it wasn't Doctor Pym, I'm afraid he's still involved."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Tony said impatiently. "Find him first."

"I've already sent people to search his residence. We'll have news shortly."

Nick Fury explained.

Naturally, he could think of what Tony could think of.

As long as it had nothing to do with technology.

"One more thing. Doctor Pym is one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s founders, and he understands S.H.I.E.L.D.'s operations very well.

"Tony, I hope you can take part in the investigation as well."

"Fine."

A fierce glint flashed through Tony's eyes.

He was no saint. He held grudges.

Terrorists from a certain region could testify to that.

"My king~"

A Succubus swayed her slender waist as she walked over to Mephisto, clung to his shoulder, and said, "Have one."

"Fine, as you wish."

Mmm~ This was incomparably delicious.

Eating it made one feel as if one were floating among the immortals.

That feeling was like obtaining a precious soul.

A precious soul.

"Yaha!"

Mephisto roared and slammed his palm heavily onto the table.

"Calm your anger, my king. Calm your anger."

The little Succubus hurriedly lowered her head and fell to her knees, trembling.

Huff, huff~

"Get up, beauty. It has nothing to do with you."

The little Succubus shakily rose to her feet.

That sorcerer... wasn't he afraid of me?

What gave him the right to look me in the eye after ruining my plans?

And he smiled. What the hell were you laughing at?!

"Yaha!"

Mephisto roared again and slammed his palm heavily onto the table once more.

"Calm your anger, my king. Calm your anger."

The little Succubus, who had barely regained her footing, knelt again.

Mephisto turned his head and caught a glimpse of spring, causing his lips to curl upward.

"Get up, beauty."

After the little Succubus stood up.

"Yaha!"

Mephisto roared yet again and slammed his palm heavily onto the table yet again.