Banner, do you really understand yourself?

Thirst, hunger, and endless pain.

Banner didn't know how much time had passed.

They say people only truly understand themselves when they lose their freedom.

Now, Banner agreed with this wholeheartedly.

In the past, he had hated that Green Monster immensely.

It was it that had messed up his original life.

Banner detested that Green Monster; it had destroyed everything he owned!

But, in the days since being captured by General Ross.

Banner realized things weren't quite like that.

That Green Monster was actually him, Banner was the Hulk, and the Hulk was Banner.

It was just that he couldn't bear the destruction caused, so he pushed the blame onto the "Hulk" he imagined.

Now, Banner had lost this power, and he was currently hanging.

General Ross was tormenting him, wanting to enrage him, wanting the Hulk to appear again.

He refused to accept the reality that the Hulk had disappeared; otherwise, wouldn't everything he had done to capture him be meaningless?

"What exactly do you want to become the Green Monster again?"

General Ross stared at Bruce Banner, who was hanging, with a grim expression, suppressing the boiling rage within his heart.

"Hahaha, the Hulk is gone, it's dead, hahaha, you'll never get it again, haha."

"It's not dead, it's just hidden by you!"

General Ross's furious roar interrupted Banner's laughter. His fingers trembled as he stiffly raised them to point at Banner.

"Release it for me quickly, I command you!"

General Ross absolutely refused to accept the fact that the Hulk had disappeared. If the Hulk had truly disappeared.

How could he still use the Hulk's blood for research, how could he create Super Soldiers?

Without a new generation of Captain America, how could he advance?

"Fine, fine, fine, if you don't release it, then stay here and wait to die!"

General Ross cursed hatefully and left without looking back.

"Hahaha, am I going to die?"

Banner let out a wry smile. He had fallen into a desperate situation and was truly going to die.

"But I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

At this moment, Banner truly understood what he wanted.

He wanted to live, to live freely!

"A defiant soul. You look quite pathetic, but after some training, you'll surely have a bright future."

A deep and powerful voice entered Banner's ears, jolting him back to his senses.

Before him, a monster with red skin, covered in coarse fur and brass armor, with a pair of wings on its back and even a pair of horns on its head, had appeared openly before Banner.

This appearance was exactly like the devils described in religious texts.

But, after such a monster appeared, why were the guards below motionless, as if they hadn't noticed it?

"Am I really going to hell?"

Banner let out another wry smile. It was true, wasn't it? He had killed so many people and caused so much destruction. Shouldn't he go to hell after death?

"You are not going to hell. The Blood God is calling you!"

"Blood God?"

A flicker of confusion crossed Banner's eyes. What kind of God was this? He had never heard of any Blood God.

However, with so many Gods in the country, it was probably some unknown deity.

"Yes, the great Blood God. He is the King of War, the embodiment of slaughter, the source of endless rage and violence!"

The "devil's" voice boomed in Banner's ears, making him dizzy.

"In Your name, we fight, we slaughter, and we spread fear to every corner of the world. Your power grants us endless courage and strength, making us invincible on the battlefield, unstoppable!"

The "devil's" praise grew more fervent, as if countless souls were whispering the beauty of slaughter in Banner's ears.

"Why has your God come to find me?"

Banner took a deep breath and voiced his confusion.

He had never believed in this God, nor had he ever heard of Him. So why would He send His messenger to find him?

Well, for now, he would assume the "devil" before him was His messenger.

"The Blood God has observed you. The great He believes you are an excellent warrior. You never retreat in the face of enemies, but rather tear them apart head-on."

"The Blood God is very satisfied with your actions, so the Blood God wants to have you, which is why I appeared before you."

The "Devil" slowly explained the reason for its appearance to Banner. Despite its ugly appearance, its demeanor was as elegant as a gentleman's.

This strange feeling made Banner feel as if he wasn't being hung up, but was having a friendly dinner with a gentleman in a high-class restaurant.

It's just that this gentleman was a devil!

Banner shook his head abruptly. "I'm sorry, sir, I'm afraid I cannot agree to your request."

He blurted out his refusal and took a deep breath, waiting for the impending storm. The consequences of refusing a "devil" were self-evident.

However, to his surprise, the "Devil" did nothing to him. It merely shrugged, appearing unconcerned.

Then, it turned its head and left without any hesitation.

As the "Devil" walked further and further away, a sense of panic and confusion arose in Banner's heart.

Why did this "Devil" just leave like that?

Without even a moment's pause, was it really not going to try again?

Seeing that he was about to lose sight of it, Banner finally became anxious.

This "Devil" was really leaving, just abandoning him here alone?

Leaving him in this dark and hopeless place? Leaving him here to die?

Letting him slowly die of thirst, slowly starve to death?

No, no, no!

He absolutely wouldn't let that happen!

"Wait, wait! I can negotiate, I can negotiate anything! I can also believe in the Blood God, I can become His possession!"

Banner blurted it out all at once and immediately felt a sense of relief wash over him.

He had said it, he had finally said it, he had sold his soul to the "Devil"!

To survive, he had sold his soul. Was it really worth it?

"Ha, my brother, I knew you would agree."

The "Devil" reappeared before Banner, still as elegant as ever.

However, Banner was not in the mood to appreciate it now.

"Bring it here, bring the devil's contract. As long as you can save me, I am willing to sign it."

The first time you bow your head, bowing afterward becomes very easy.

At least, Banner had now learned to proactively request signing devil contracts.

"No, no, no, my brother, I think you might have misunderstood something."

Meeting Banner's confused gaze, the "Devil" continued.

"The great Blood God does not need contracts to bind His followers. As long as you open your heart, the Blood God's blessings will naturally protect you.

Do you feel it? That unparalleled power!"