League of Assassins

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Kino thought for a moment, then added permission for Yū to freely leave Hell to her Hell Authority.

"From now on, call me Young Master. Notify me if anything comes up."

"Yes, Young Master."

Yū's lips curved upwards involuntarily, and the surprise in her previously calm eyes instantly bloomed into a brilliant light. She knew clearly that by granting her this permission, Kino truly considered her one of his own.

Returning to Reality, the sunlight outside had softened, indicating it was already afternoon. Coulson had already left, likely rushing back to report his astonishing gains from the day.

Frank was also working non-stop, hurrying to prepare for recruiting personnel and transporting supplies to Hell. With so many things to do, he even roped Banner in to help.

Kino looked at Venom and Pamela with a knowing smile and said, "It's getting late, let's get some rest!"

Pamela and Venom exchanged a glance, playfully rolling their eyes at Kino. They certainly understood his little schemes.

"Director, I'm back." Coulson strode into the office, placing a tablet on Nick Fury's desk while handing him a document.

Nick Fury's face was grim as he stared intently at the tablet's screen. The swarms of demons in Hell, the powerful might displayed by the Demon King, and the intelligence regarding Demon Contracts—all of it made his expression grow increasingly serious.

"Wait, what is this?" Nick Fury suddenly asked.

On the screen, Kino was explaining the origin of Hell, but the playback was in a language he couldn't understand at all.

Coulson also felt something was off; it sounded exactly the same as before.

After thinking for a moment, he picked up the document, cross-referenced it with the information he had previously recorded, and pointed to a line of text, saying, "Director, what do you see?"

"I don't see anything, just a blank space. Coulson, what's going on?" Nick Fury frowned. He knew Coulson was always reliable and wouldn't make such a basic mistake.

Coulson already had a guess. He said, "Director, I can only say that the myths are true."

Nick Fury's pupils contracted. He instantly understood. Hell was a gift from the Deities, and with such a grand gesture, it was obvious who was responsible.

Nick Fury remained silent for a long time. He took out a pager but hesitated before putting it back down.

This pager could summon Captain Marvel, but in the current situation, even if she came, it might not be of much use.

"Coulson, do you think what he said is credible? A Demon King who doesn't want to rule the world but instead rebuilds Hell." Nick Fury's gaze was deep, his tone filled with doubt.

"I think it's believable. He was human before," Coulson replied. Setting aside Kino's identity as the Demon King, he felt like a very polite person.

"And we have no choice but to believe it. Earth doesn't have the power to stop him," Coulson added, his expression serious.

Nick Fury pondered, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the desk. "Coulson, you continue to interact with him openly. In secret, I'll send people to join him. If we can obtain demonic power..."

"Yes, Director." After reporting his work, Coulson turned and walked towards the door.

As he reached the doorway, Nick Fury's voice called out. "For humanity, thank you for your hard work, Coulson."

"It's not hard, Director."

Coulson responded with a slight turn of his body before leaving the office with determination.

DC World

In the DC World, Kino wandered through vast snow-capped mountains. If you asked why he came to this world, the reason was simple—he was out of money.

In the Marvel World, he spent his days playing games with Pamela and Venom, occasionally teasing Gwen when she came by.

He indulged in all sorts of delicious food, drove cool sports cars, and traveled everywhere. This kind of life was something he couldn't even have dreamed of in his previous life.

However, he received dire news: his fifty million dollars had dwindled to just five million.

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He had no choice. To realize his Paradise Plan, he had recruited people, purchased various supplies and machines, bought land, and started companies. This amount of money was simply not enough.

Although he still had twenty percent of Stark Industries' shares to fall back on, the entire renovation of Hell required immense resources and manpower.

Hell had no special products that could generate income.

He had to go out and make money.

Who had the most money?

Tycoons.

And what did they like the most?

Life.

So, he set his sights on the Lazarus Pit.

The famous resurrection pool in DC could achieve things like delaying aging and restoring youth.

There was just a minor side effect, but it wasn't a big problem. Marvel and DC had plenty of scientists who could improve it.

If that didn't work, they could always dilute it.

This time, Kino only brought Venom to DC. Pamela was busy cultivating plants with stronger vitality to adapt to Hell's environment.

"We're here." Kino looked at the castle on the mountaintop, the location of the League of Assassins.

He looked at the snowy ground before him and said, "Could you please inform your Leader that I'm here?"

No answer.

[Let me handle this, it's been a while since I stretched my legs,] Venom's voice echoed in Kino's mind.

"Haven't I given you enough exercise?" Kino teased.

[Believe it or not, I'll give you one right now.] Venom threatened.

"Forget it, we have important business right now," Kino said quickly, knowing full well how bold Venom was in that regard.

Kino continued walking forward. About halfway there, a series of black shadows suddenly leaped out from the snow.

Assassins clad in white ninja suits instantly surrounded Kino. Without a word, a volley of throwing knives flew towards him.

"I gave you a chance."

As soon as Kino finished speaking, black Venom instantly covered his body, blocking the throwing knives.

Seeing that the throwing knives were useless, these assassins hesitated not at all, drawing their katanas and charging forward like a white cyclone, their eyes showing no fear.

Venom let out a cold laugh upon seeing this. Her fists, carrying a sharp whistling sound, struck out swiftly.

With a few muffled thuds, the assassins at the front were instantly sent flying.

Their bodies traced arcs through the air, accompanied by the crisp sound of breaking bones, before crashing hard into the snow, sending up large swathes of it.

The originally white snow was instantly stained red with blood, intermingling with the flying snowflakes to form a brutal and shocking scene.

While easily dealing with the assassins, Venom complained, "I don't get it, what era is this where they still use cold weapons."

Kino replied, "It's probably for plot convenience. Otherwise, how could Batman, no matter how strong, fight the League of Assassins if they were all armed with rifles?"

Venom snorted, "This setup is too stupid. I really don't know what these guys were thinking." As she spoke, she punched another charging assassin away.

One even tried to restrain Venom's movements with a chain, but Venom yanked it over and punched him in the head.

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