Conditions

"Sure, but the souls of anyone who provokes me belong to me. Also, if I happen to encounter a manifested soul, I have the right to take a portion of it. A small portion, of course."

Wang Nanxuan considered it for a moment, then nodded in agreement. No Big Problem with those conditions. This was the Marvel Universe; getting humans to sign Soul Pacts was not difficult.

When Hulk and Abomination fought and a building was about to collapse, if you were offered a contract to Exchange For survival with your soul after death, would you sign?

When the Chitauri invaded New York and the entire city was on the verge of destruction, would you sign?

"Fine."

Ancient One did not object. She raised her hand, and Golden light wove a contract in the air. "If you violate the contract, your Minor Hell will collapse."

"Sorcerer Supreme, are there only these two conditions?"

Wang Nanxuan was somewhat suspicious. These conditions were so lenient that it was as if he were Ancient One's illegitimate son. Had the Sorcerer Supreme seen something? Or had something gone wrong with her?

Ancient One smiled. "If you think there are too few, I can add more. I do not mind."

Wang Nanxuan said, "Add one more. After signing the contract, if you attack me or secretly plot against me, this contract will be void."

Ancient One glanced at Wang Nanxuan and said, "Agreed."

Then, Wang Nanxuan and Ancient One pressed their handprints onto the contract at the same time. The contract Lit Up with dazzling Golden light, then split in two and Flew Into Wang Nanxuan's and Ancient One's bodies respectively.

The contract was officially established!

Wang Nanxuan breathed a sigh of relief. The task was complete. At that moment, Ancient One said, "Your Hell is newly born. What it develops into in the future will be up to you."

Wang Nanxuan was a little surprised. "Up to me?"

"Yes. Most Hells are full of chaos, evil, and slaughter, but that does not mean all Hells are like that. Hell is an indispensable part of the Universe. It has its own duties."

Ancient One nodded. "The first thing you need to do is give yourself and your Hell a title, newly born Hell Lord."

Wang Nanxuan smiled. "No rush. For now, it will be called Rebirth Hell. In the future, it will have a more fitting name."

Ancient One and Wang Nanxuan communicated through their consciousness. They had talked for most of the day, yet only a second had passed in the real world. Seeing Time Stop, Mephisto laughed loudly.

"Kid, you want to steal my property? Dream on. You will soon learn just how terrifying that old woman Ancient One is. This is the consequence of opposing me."

As soon as Mephisto finished speaking, time around them resumed. Wang Nanxuan had completely constructed his Minor Hell and connected seamlessly with his true body. His true body could send power to him at any time, and he could also send things back to Rebirth Hell whenever he wished.

Looking utterly refreshed, Wang Nanxuan asked in confusion, "Consequence? Old Mo, what consequence? Why did I not see anything?"

Mephisto was dumbfounded. He Roared, "Ancient One, why did you not stop him?"

"Are you telling me how to do things?"

Ancient One's cold voice descended from the sky. Then, she said to Kaecilius, "Ignore this matter from now on. Bring Ghost Rider back to Kamar-Taj."

"Yes, Master."

Although Kaecilius was greatly puzzled, he still nodded respectfully. Then, he swung the Magic Whip forcefully at Ghost Rider.

Johnny tried to dodge, but the flames on his body suddenly spun out of control. He could not move and was caught squarely by the Magic Whip.

Johnny glared at Wang Nanxuan. Those uncontrollable flames belonged to This Guy.

Wang Nanxuan said, "Only by following the Sorcerer Supreme can you escape Mephisto's restraints. Do not worry about Roxanne. I will help take care of her."

Johnny let out a low growl, wanting to say something, but Kaecilius cast a spell. The flames on Johnny's body rapidly extinguished, then his flesh underwent Regeneration. A broodingly handsome man appeared before everyone.

Kaecilius glanced at Wang Nanxuan and prepared to return to Kamar-Taj. Just then, Wang Nanxuan's voice sounded beside his ear. "Do you want immortality? I can give it to you."

Kaecilius paused, as though nothing had happened, opened a Portal, and brought Johnny back to Kamar-Taj.

Mephisto trembled with rage. He had suffered a huge loss this time. Not only had he lost the San Venganza Pact, even Ghost Rider had been taken away.

Wind Demon looked at Wang Nanxuan with admiration. He had truly chosen the right boss this time. Even Ancient One could do nothing to him.

Mephisto took a deep breath and smiled at Wang Nanxuan. "Young lord, would you like to cooperate? We can join forces to kill Ancient One and divide Earth between us."

"What do you think?"

Wang Nanxuan snorted. There was only one Demon King on Earth now: him. Why would he let other Demon Kings come in and compete for souls? Why share the joy when keeping it all to himself was better?

Mephisto refused to give up. "Ancient One must be plotting against you. If you cooperate with her, you will surely die. That old woman is ruthless. Countless demon gods have died at her hands."

Wang Nanxuan said, "That is a good thing. With her blocking you lot, I can happily harvest souls on Earth."

Mephisto was speechless. To Tell the Truth, he could not understand why Ancient One had reached an agreement with Wang Nanxuan. It made no magical sense!

"Those who keep everything for themselves never end well."

Mephisto's expression darkened. "Your magic power is so pure. You must be a newly born Hell Lord, and newly born means weak. Aren't you afraid that we will join forces and besiege your Hell?"

"I am so scared."

Wang Nanxuan looked disdainful. His Hell had just been born and was protected by Space Mist. For a Short Period of Time, unless he courted death himself, the other Hells would not be able to find him at all.

Of course, that was only for a Short Period of Time. Hell had no place for the weak. If Wang Nanxuan could not obtain a large number of souls to strengthen his Hell, the only thing awaiting him would be devouring by other lords.

Mephisto wanted to say more, but Wang Nanxuan waved his hand. "I am in a hurry to experience American specialties, so I will not waste words with you. Oh, right, Old Mo, do you want this?"

Remembering something, Wang Nanxuan took Blackheart's statue from his pocket. Upon hearing what Wang Nanxuan called him, Blackheart cursed furiously.

Mephisto was stunned. "You are willing to return him to me?"

Wang Nanxuan said as if it were only natural, "Of course. This Guy is obviously a useless burden. Returning him to you brings me nothing but benefits."

Mephisto and Blackheart were both speechless. What he said actually... made perfect sense. They had no response at all.

Mephisto said darkly, "Hand him over."

Wang Nanxuan said, "That will not do. Even if he is a useless burden, he is still worth some money. Ten thousand souls."

"Ten thousand souls? Are you robbing me? Do you know how hard it has been to get souls ever since Ancient One rose to power?"

Mephisto cursed, practically hopping with anger. "Naturally deceased souls either go to Heaven or descend to Hell and become different Demons according to their sins. If lords like us want to obtain souls, we can only sign contracts, develop followers, or fish them out of the River Styx with great difficulty.

"Ten thousand souls! Even if I cast aside all dignity and struggled for years, I might not be able to deceive that many souls."