"Chthon's ability to fool people has improved tremendously. Demon is actually willing to hand over even the experience of becoming Lord of Hell?"
Death was overjoyed and immediately contacted Mephisto. When Mephisto heard that they had agreed so quickly, he froze for a moment, then reacted and complained to his original body, "People just aren't what they used to be. I was so sincere, yet they actually wanted to screw me over?"
"You're saying that while wearing Mephisto's face. It has zero credibility, okay?"
Andrew mocked, "I hadn't even put any pressure on them, and they already gave you the experience. Unless something unexpected happened, the experience should be partly real and partly fake. No, at least eighty percent of it is real, or it wouldn't fool you.
Besides, given Chthon's personality, he'll probably add a Curse to the twenty percent of fake experience. Mephisto, you want his experience, but he's after your body."
"Then let him come."
Mephisto sneered. "I have your experience, so Demon's fake experience can't fool me at all. If eighty percent of it is genuinely real, I can still deduce everything about him from it.
You could say that by giving me this experience, Demon has basically signed his own death warrant. It's only a matter of time. As for Curses... heh. Back when I stood with my hands in my pockets, I didn't know what an opponent was."
Mephisto was utterly disdainful. When it came to the Curse Path, he was absolutely qualified to say such things, because he was Andrew's avatar.
"That's why I've always said Chthon is a good guy. This time, he's probably the one who persuaded them too."
Andrew smiled. "Since they're delivering themselves to our doorstep, there's no need to be polite. Swallow all the benefits, and dig them