Mission Accomplished

"That's because you suck."

Wang Nanxuan said, "How about this? A thousand souls, but I choose them myself."

Mephisto said, "Dream on. I'm not giving you my prized collection. A hundred low-quality souls. That worthless brat is only worth that much."

So-called low-quality souls were souls that had been tortured until they lost their spirituality. To a Demon King, such souls were merely basic materials.

Blackheart was furious. He roared, "What did you say? I'm only worth a hundred souls, and low-quality ones at that?"

Mephisto said bluntly, "No, you're not worth a hundred souls. I'm only buying you back for the sake of my reputation."

Blackheart nearly went berserk. If Wang Nanxuan had not been controlling him, he would have fought Mephisto to the death. Wang Nanxuan ignored Blackheart and continued haggling with Mephisto.

In the end, the two sides agreed on a price—five human souls of his choosing, plus five hundred low-quality souls.

Wang Nanxuan secretly rejoiced. Success. Mephisto has some special souls that can help me a great deal.

Mephisto secretly rejoiced as well. Success. I'll tamper with the souls. Once they enter this brat's Hell, I'll be able to pinpoint his location. Then he'll be dead for sure.

Wang Nanxuan and Mephisto looked at each other and smiled together. Then Wang Nanxuan raised his hand and wrote out a Contract. "Sign it."

"Fine."

Mephisto carefully inspected the Contract. A moment later, he pressed a finger onto it, and the Contract was officially established.

Wang Nanxuan tossed the Blackheart statue to Mephisto. "The souls."

Without another word, Mephisto transformed his right hand into a demonic claw and grabbed at the Void. Five hundred souls turned into a mass of black mist and appeared in his hand—ordinary souls were relatively weak, so the Defensive Shield would not stop them.

"Those are five hundred low-quality souls. As for my collection, I'll give you five minutes to choose."

Mephisto tossed the black mist to Wang Nanxuan, then summoned a magical Light Screen displaying the souls he had collected. Some had even been famous historical figures, and there were several Kings among them.

To be honest, if not for his plan to ambush Wang Nanxuan, Mephisto would never have displayed these collectibles for someone else to pick through. He had put considerable effort into acquiring those souls.

"These souls are quite good. Huh, this guy is here too?"

Wang Nanxuan did not hold back. He carefully identified the souls and soon selected five that would be useful to him. As a Hell Lord, he could vaguely sense the memories within those souls.

Each time Wang Nanxuan made a choice, Mephisto's expression darkened further. Once Wang Nanxuan had finished, Mephisto immediately withdrew the Light Screen. Those souls were all his prized possessions.

"Brat, we'll have plenty of time to play later."

Mephisto left behind those sinister words and vanished.

Wang Nanxuan snorted and put away the five carefully selected souls. Then he clenched the black mist in his hand, and the five hundred souls instantly transformed into five hundred Soul Gold Coins. A screaming face was engraved upon every coin.

Soul Gold Coins were hard currency in Hell and the Dark Dimension, and they could be preserved for a long time.

Sensing this, Mephisto cursed bitterly. He knew the other party had seen through his scheme.

"What a huge loss. It's all because of you, you useless bastard. I'm going to teach you a proper lesson today."

Mephisto vented his anger on Blackheart. If not for this guy, how could he have suffered such heavy losses?

"Mephisto, I will kill you and become a Hell Lord!"

Blackheart roared furiously. The father and son began their daily routine of "fatherly love and filial devotion" once again.

San Venganza Village. After some thought, Wang Nanxuan used magic to contact the Sorcerer Supreme. "Sorcerer Supreme, can you do me a favor?"

The Ancient One did not refuse. She said, "You'll owe me a favor."

"Fine."

Wang Nanxuan took out a hundred Soul Gold Coins. "One hundred Soul Gold Coins. Help me get four completely legitimate identities. My name is Andrew Wang. Also, cleanse these five souls and remove the tricks Mephisto planted in them."

As a Hell Lord, Wang Nanxuan's true name possessed unimaginable power, so he needed an alias. Mephisto was likewise an alias; that fellow had also used the name Mephistopheles.

"Lord, identification documents aren't that expensive. One Soul Gold Coin can get one. Because of Kamar-Taj, souls are very valuable on Earth. One is worth at least a hundred thousand dollars."

Wind Demon hurriedly said this. His tone made it obvious that he was poor.

Thinking of something, Wind Demon added, "Lord, if you showed yourself, the people of the Underworld would definitely submit to you."

"I have no interest in dealing with that trash."

Wang Nanxuan smiled disdainfully. "What I want are completely clean, completely legitimate identities. Besides, this is to clean up your records, so you won't be hunted down again in the future."

Wind Demon's eyes lit up. He said gratefully, "Thank you, Lord."

Wang Nanxuan raised a hand and tapped Wind Demon between the brows. A Flame Phoenix mark of Rebirth Hell appeared there, signifying that he had officially become one of Rebirth Hell's people—well, demons.

"Master."

Wind Demon was thrilled and immediately knelt to pay his respects. Before, he had merely been a temporary worker. Now, he had officially joined the ranks of Rebirth Hell.

How many demons dreamed of serving under a Demon King? Not to mention that this Demon King was incredibly generous.

"Get up. Call me Boss from now on."

Wang Nanxuan spoke just as a tiny portal appeared beside him. Four driver's licenses flew out, while the hundred Soul Gold Coins and five souls in Wang Nanxuan's hand flew into the portal.

"What efficiency. Sorcerer Supreme, I'll recommend clients to you in the future."

Wang Nanxuan caught the driver's licenses and said with a smile. The Ancient One could not be bothered with him. After cleansing the five souls, she sent them back to Wang Nanxuan, and the portal swiftly disappeared.

Wang Nanxuan sent the five souls back to Rebirth Hell. After giving it some thought, his soul carried a mass of blood and rushed into the projection. The projection rapidly transformed into a real body of flesh and blood, while the Spirit of Vengeance was completely devoured and became part of Wang Nanxuan.

From then on, Wang Nanxuan on Earth was the true body, while the one in Hell was the Demon King's Body containing most of his power.

This would have been extremely dangerous for other Demon Kings, but it was nothing to Wang Nanxuan because the two Hells were connected. Whenever he wished, he could draw upon the power of the Demon King's Body and Rebirth Hell.

As for why he did not descend directly, the reason was simple: he was simply too powerful. If he descended in person, even if he did nothing at all, vast numbers of humans would collapse.

"It's only fun when my true body comes over."

Wang Nanxuan smiled and said to Wind Demon, "Let's go to New York. Uh, no, Las Vegas first. I want to properly investigate just how Fallen America is."

From then on, Wang Nanxuan only had two things to do: enjoy life and acquire souls. Acquiring souls was to strengthen himself; only with sufficient power could he keep enjoying himself.

After finally making it to Earth, he could not possibly mistreat himself.