Conditions

"Fine, but the souls of anyone who provokes me belong to me. Also, if I happen to encounter a soul appearing, I have the right to intercept it."

Wang Nanxuan considered it and nodded. This condition was not much of a problem. This was the Marvel Universe; getting humans to sign Soul Pacts would not be difficult.

When Hulk and Abomination fought and a building was about to collapse, if someone offered you a Contract that would let you escape death in exchange for your soul after death, would you sign it?

When the Chitauri attacked New York and the entire city was about to be destroyed, would you sign it?

"Alright."

The 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 two conditions were so lenient that it was as if he were The Ancient One's illegitimate son. Had the Sorcerer Supreme seen something? Or had something happened to her?

The Ancient One smiled. "If you think that's too little, I can add a few more. I don't mind."

Wang Nanxuan said, "Add one more condition. After signing the Contract, if you attack me or plot against me in secret, then this Contract will become invalid."

The Ancient One glanced at Wang Nanxuan and said, "Fine."

Next, Wang Nanxuan and The Ancient One pressed their handprints onto the Contract at the same time. The Contract lit up with dazzling golden radiance, then split in two and flew into Wang Nanxuan and The Ancient One's bodies respectively.

The Contract was officially established!

Wang Nanxuan let out a sigh of relief. The matter was settled. At that moment, The Ancient One said, "Your Hell has only just been born. What it develops into in the future will be decided by you."

Wang Nanxuan was a little surprised. "Decided by me?"

"Yes. Most Hells are filled with chaos, Evil, and slaughter, but that does not mean all Hells are like that. Hell is an indispensable part of the Universe and has its own responsibilities."

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

"Over the past year, I thought of many names. Contract, Rebirth, boredom, loneliness, despair..."

Wang Nanxuan smiled and said, "Now, I've decided. My Hell will be called Rebirth Hell, and I will be the Rebirth Lord."

The Ancient One and Wang Nanxuan had communicated through their consciousness. They spoke for most of the day, but only a second had passed in the Reality World. Seeing that Time Stop was still in effect, Mephisto burst into laughter.

"Kid, trying to steal my things? Dream on. You'll soon find out just how terrifying that old woman The Ancient One is. This is what you get for opposing me."

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

Feeling utterly refreshed, Wang Nanxuan asked with a puzzled expression, "Consequences? Old Mexico, what consequences? Why didn't I see anything?"

Mephisto was dumbfounded. He roared furiously, "The Ancient One, why didn't you stop him?"

"Are you telling me how to do my job?"

The 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 deeply confused, he still nodded respectfully. Then, he forcefully lashed the Magic Whip toward Ghost Rider.

Johnny wanted to dodge, but the flames around his body suddenly became uncontrollable. Unable to move, he was bound tightly by the Magic Whip.

Johnny glared at Wang Nanxuan. Those uncontrollable flames were this guy's doing.

Wang Nanxuan said, "Only by following the Sorcerer Supreme can you escape Mephisto's restraints. You don't need to worry about Roxanne. I'll help take care of her."

Johnny let out a low growl, about to say something, when Kaecilius cast a spell. The flames on Johnny's body quickly went out, and then his flesh regenerated. A melancholy, devastatingly handsome man appeared before everyone.

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

Kaecilius paused, as if nothing had happened, then 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 worship in his eyes. He had truly chosen the right boss this time. Even The Ancient One could do nothing to him.

Mephisto took a deep breath and said to Wang Nanxuan with a smile, "Young lord, would you like to cooperate? We can join forces to eliminate The Ancient One and divide Earth between us."

"What do you think?"

Wang Nanxuan snorted coldly. 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 he could enjoy it alone?

Mephisto refused to give up. "The Ancient One is definitely plotting against you. If you cooperate with her, you'll surely die. That old woman is ruthless. Countless Time Demon Gods have died at her hands."

Wang Nanxuan said, "That's a good thing. With her holding you back, I can happily harvest souls on Earth."

Mephisto was speechless. Honestly, he could not understand why The Ancient One had reached an agreement with Wang Nanxuan. This was not magic!

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

Mephisto's face 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'll join forces and besiege your Hell?"

"I'm so scared."

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

Of course, that protection was only temporary. Hell had no room for the weak. If Wang Nanxuan could not obtain a large number of souls to strengthen his Hell, all that awaited him would be Devouring by other lords.

Mephisto wanted to say more, but Wang Nanxuan waved his hand. "I'm in a hurry to experience American specialties, so I won't waste words with you. Oh, right, Old Mexico, do you want this?"

Remembering something, Wang Nanxuan took Blackheart's statue from his pocket. Hearing how Wang Nanxuan addressed him, Blackheart began cursing furiously.

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

Wang Nanxuan said matter-of-factly, "Of course. This guy is obviously a deadweight. Returning him to you brings me nothing but benefits."

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

Mephisto said with a dark expression, "Hand him over."

Wang Nanxuan said, "That won't do. Even if he's a deadweight, I still have to sell him for something. Ten thousand souls."

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

Mephisto cursed, nearly jumping in anger. "Souls that die naturally either go to Heaven or descend into Hell and become different demons according to their sins. If lords like us want souls, we can only sign Contracts, develop followers, or painstakingly fish for them from the River Styx.

Ten thousand souls! Even if I threw away all dignity and struggled for years, I might not be able to trick that many souls into my hands."