Mission Accomplished

"That's because you're weak."

Wang Nanxuan said, "How about this: a thousand souls, but I get to choose them myself."

Mephisto said, "Dream on. I'm not giving you my collection. One hundred inferior souls. That wastrel is only worth that much."

So-called inferior souls were souls that had been tortured until they lost their spirituality. In a Demon King's eyes, such souls were merely basic materials.

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

Mephisto said frankly, "No, you're not worth a hundred souls. I'm only buying you back to save face."

Blackheart nearly went berserk. If Wang Nanxuan had not been controlling him, he would definitely 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 inferior souls.

Wang Nanxuan secretly rejoiced. Success. Mephisto has some special souls in his possession. They can be of considerable help to me.

Mephisto secretly rejoiced as well. Success. I'll tamper with the souls. As long as they enter this brat's Hell, I'll be able to pinpoint his location. Then he's certain death.

Wang Nanxuan and Mephisto looked at each other and smiled at the same time. Then, Wang Nanxuan raised his hand and wrote out a contract. "Sign it."

"Fine."

Mephisto carefully examined the contract. A moment later, he pressed his finger onto it, and the contract was officially established.

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

Mephisto did not waste words. His right hand transformed into a demonic claw and grabbed at the air. Five hundred souls turned into a mass of black mist and appeared in his hand—ordinary souls were too weak for the Defensive Shield to stop them.

"These are five hundred inferior 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. It displayed the souls he had collected. Some had even been famous figures in history, and there were several Kings among them.

To tell the truth, if not for plotting against Wang Nanxuan, Mephisto would never have taken out these collectibles for someone else to choose from. He had expended a great deal of effort to obtain them.

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

Wang Nanxuan did not stand on ceremony. He carefully identified the souls and quickly selected five that would be useful to him—as a Hell Lord, he could vaguely sense their memories.

Every time Wang Nanxuan chose one, Mephisto's expression darkened further. As soon as Wang Nanxuan finished, Mephisto immediately put away the Light Screen. These souls were all his prized possessions.

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

Mephisto left behind that sinister remark and vanished.

Wang Nanxuan snorted coldly and put away the five carefully selected souls. Then he clenched the black mist in his hand, and the five hundred souls instantly became five hundred Soul Gold Coins. Every coin bore a wailing human face.

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

Mephisto sensed what had happened and cursed resentfully. He knew the other party had seen through his scheme.

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

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 angrily. This father and son once again began their daily routine of loving father and filial son.

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

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

"Fine."

Wang Nanxuan took out one hundred Soul Gold Coins. "One hundred Soul Gold Coins. Help me obtain four fully legitimate identities. My name is Andrew Wang. Also, cleanse these five souls and remove the tampering Mephisto placed on them."

As a Hell Lord, Wang Nanxuan's true name possessed unimaginable power, so he needed an alias—Mephisto was likewise an alias. That guy 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 clear that he was very poor.

Thinking of something, Wind Demon added, "Lord, if you show yourself, the people of the underworld will definitely submit to you."

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

Wang Nanxuan smiled disdainfully. "What I want are completely clean, fully legitimate identities. Besides, this is to legitimize all of you, 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 fiery phoenix emblem of Rebirth Hell appeared there, representing that he had officially become one of Rebirth Hell's people—well, demons.

"Master."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Andrew sent the five souls back to Rebirth Hell. After thinking for a moment, his true body sent his soul, along with a mass of fresh blood, 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 Andrew.

From this point on, the Andrew on Earth was the true body, while the one in Hell was the Demon King's Body carrying most of his power.

For other Demon Kings, this would have been extremely dangerous, but it was nothing to Andrew. The two Hells were connected, and 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 directly, even if he did nothing, vast numbers of humans would collapse.

"It's only fun when the real body comes over."

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

From here on, Andrew only had two things to do: enjoy life and acquire souls—he acquired souls to increase his strength, because only enough strength would let him keep enjoying himself.

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