Give Me a Day as Your Servant

Charles asked, "Mr. Kino, I'd like to know what the other option is."

"Another option is, if that fails, I'll transfer the Mutants to my hell so you can live there."

Upon hearing this, everyone present gasped in shock.

Various legends and descriptions of hell instantly flashed through my mind.

In those ancient myths, hell has always been depicted as a place filled with endless pain, darkness and terror, a harsh environment that is hard for ordinary people to imagine.

Thinking about this, a deep sense of worry welled up in everyone's hearts.

Even if one could survive in such a place, life would probably be extremely difficult.

Kino noticed the unease in everyone's eyes and said, "Since we have some time, how about we go for a visit to Hell?"

While everyone was still hesitating, Logan spoke up.

"Hiccup! Well, I've never seen hell before?"

Logan let out a burp and shouted nonchalantly, his rough face showing a hint of drunkenness and unruliness, while he swung the half-empty bottle of liquor in his hand.

"I'd like to have a look too."

Charles said, his eyes still gentle, but unable to hide his inner anticipation.

The remaining people looked at each other, and after a brief silence, they all agreed.

Kino nodded, opened a portal in the center of the conference room, and teleported there.

Only then did everyone notice that Kino was sitting in Professor X's old wheelchair.

"Kid, you really like this chair that much?"

Logan said jokingly, a hint of amusement in his slightly drunken eyes.

"Of course, who wouldn't like a wheelchair with a massage function? It's just a bit slow, only 40 miles per hour."

Kino pressed a button on the wheelchair, and the backrest cushions began to move, massaging various parts of her body.

Hank pushed up his glasses and said, "If it's about speed, I can change it; it'll be very fast."

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Hank."

"Of course."

"Venom, what are you doing?"

Kino suddenly felt something was missing. He turned around and saw Venom staring at Jean.

She blinked involuntarily when she heard Kino call her name.

"Kino, it's all your fault! We lost the contest to see who could blink first," Venom scolded playfully.

"When did you start this competition?"

Kino sighed and rubbed his forehead, his face a mixture of amusement and exasperation. He remarked on how quiet it was today.

"Of course, it started when she kept glaring at me," Venom said, pointing at Jean.

Qin was rubbing her eyes and twitching her lips.

She thought the woman was threatening her to stay away from the Demon King, and that's why she glared back defiantly to avoid showing weakness. Little did she know it was such a bizarre competition.

Kino, seeing Venom's still somewhat indignant expression, smiled and said, "So, how can I make it up to you for my mistake this time?"

"Um?"

Venom thought for a moment, a sly glint in his eyes.

"If you serve me as my servant for one day, I will forgive you."

Charles and his companions were shocked. To make the Demon King a servant? This woman was too crazy. No ruler would allow himself to suffer such humiliation.

Scott's eyes widened as if he couldn't believe his ears; Hank's glasses nearly slipped off his nose, his face filled with astonishment.

Logan's bottle of liquor froze in mid-air, his mouth agape; Jean frowned, worried about Venom's audacity.

"It is my honor, Your Her Majesty the Queen!"

Kino stood up and bowed slightly, ignoring the surprised looks from Charles and the others.

His tone was soft and sincere, as if the whole world consisted only of him and Venom at that moment.

Kino's eyes were gentle as water as he gazed intently at Venom, his gaze filled with doting affection and care, as if Venom were the most precious treasure in his life.

Forget being a servant, he's knelt down countless times behind Venom.

Moreover, Venom serves him diligently every night, fulfilling all his requests, so it's only right that Kino serves Venom in return.

Venom smiled smugly upon hearing Kino's response.

"Hmph, that's more like it."

Venom gave a soft hum, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

Charles and the others watched Kino and Venom interact with each other, filled with surprise and curiosity.

Qin watched the two disappear through the portal, her eyes filled with envy, a longing for beautiful emotions mixed with that envy.

Without hesitation, she followed closely behind.

Charles smiled knowingly. Such tolerance towards his beloved was truly rare.

As you pass through the portal, a refreshing breeze blows in.

Charles and his companions stared in disbelief at what they were seeing. Was this hell?

They were standing on a street made of black bricks, with green grass on both sides, the grass so tender and lush, as green as jade.

What unfolds before us is a city brimming with medieval charm, like an ancient and mysterious scroll slowly unfurling.

Each building is unique, some decorated with exquisite stone carvings, and others adorned with stained glass windows.

Towering spires, like sharp swords, pierce the fiery red sky.

Of particular note is a towering tree located in the heart of the city, its lush foliage forming a green canopy that shades a vast expanse of land.

Demons and humans come and go, coexisting harmoniously, conducting trade.

The demons came in all shapes and sizes; some had enormous wings, others had skin as hot as lava, while the crowd interacted with them freely, their faces radiating peace and contentment.

In the red sky, several metallic devices were operating, occasionally flashing with strange light.

At that moment, the previously bustling and noisy environment instantly fell silent. The humans who were busy or talking, as well as the hideous demons, seemed to sense something at the same time.

They all turned their gazes in the same direction. When they saw those figures, their faces showed respect, and they quickly lowered their heads, their movements perfectly synchronized, as if they had practiced countless times.

Immediately afterwards, a unified and resounding voice rang out. "Greetings, Your His Majesty the Demon King!"

Everyone present bowed deeply to show their respect for His Majesty the Demon King.

Charles and the others were completely unprepared for this scene and stood there dumbfounded for a moment.

Kurt, in particular, stared wide-eyed in astonishment at the demons before him who bore a striking resemblance to himself.

An indescribable excitement welled up inside me, as if I had found some kind of resonance in these unfamiliar yet familiar faces.