Mephisto's clones left in the void were completely devoured.
Ian still needs to search for his confidants in the void.
at the same time.
On Earth, far beyond this inaccessible void, the effects of the release of countless indescribable and great beings continue to unfold.
11 PM.
The neon sign of " Starlight Diner " flickered in the downpour. The restaurant was brightly lit in the rainy night, and condensation formed on the glass windows, separating the darkness outside from the warmth inside, creating two separate worlds.
However, this did not affect Mephisto's mood.
After many years, Mephisto has returned to his old ways, ready to make a fortune. He has created a human avatar for himself, and this avatar, which embodies much of his will, is currently enjoying a cheeseburger.
Judging from the aging of this clone and the degree of muscle atrophy, although his time back in the universe has not been long, he has already found quite a few people to make soul deals with him.
"The human world is so much better. It's filled with wonderful air; it should belong to me," Mephisto thought to himself.
He glanced at the waiter not far away.
His unique authority allowed him to read the information of every mortal, so with just a glance, all the information about an ordinary working girl was clear to him.
This is a typical rural girl with fiery red hair, currently burdened by debts left by her deceased parents, forced to work in the city, and harboring dreams.
I desperately want to get rich.
It wasn't just to pay off debts, but also to support her younger brother.
His personality isn't exactly innocent.
However, his soul is still relatively pure so far; at least he often donates food and clothes to the homeless. For this reason alone, Mephisto should consider expanding his business during his breaks.
Not to mention that the other party also possesses a layer of destiny, so Mephisto wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to profit from the situation.
"Miss, could I have another order of fries?"
Mephisto spoke.
The waiter is wiping the last table clean.
"Okay, no problem."
The waitress looked up and saw the elderly silver-haired man who had been sitting alone all night smiling at her. In front of him, there were three extra-large fries that had barely been touched.
"The extravagance of the rich."
The waitress was thinking to herself, but she managed a professional smile. She glanced at the wall clock—there was still half an hour before she could leave work.
Pietro's younger brother was still waiting for him to bring back some late-night snacks.
"Coming right away."
She rubbed her aching wrists; the hem of her red uniform skirt was soaked by the rain, and her cheap leather shoes were filled with water, making a "creaking" sound with every step.
The fries sizzled in the deep fryer, oil splattering onto the waitress's hand. She bit her lip, remaining silent, and simply wiped the burned area with her apron. This was the fifth time she had been burned by oil this week, but compared to being assaulted by a drunk man who tried to grope her thigh, this was a more acceptable reality since moving to the city.
Your hand is bleeding.
An old, hoarse voice came from behind.
The waitress was startled and quickly turned around, only to find the old man standing in the kitchen doorway. He handed her a silk handkerchief.
It was embroidered with strange patterns.
"No need, sir, that violates hygiene regulations." The waitress took a half step back, trying to shoo the old man out of the kitchen. She didn't notice that the old man's shadow was distorted into the shape of a goat under the fluorescent light.
"What a pity," the old man sighed, taking back his handkerchief. "A beautiful girl like you should be sitting in a university classroom wearing designer clothes, not getting burned by hot oil here."
V
He spoke softly.
"Sir, your fries are ready!" the waitress called out, hurriedly pouring the fries from the fryer basket into a cardboard box. Her hands were trembling, and sauce was squeezed everywhere.
The old man chuckled softly and sat back down in his seat.
As the waiter placed the fries on the table, his withered fingers suddenly gripped the other person's wrist.
"Honey, I can tell you're a little short on money, and I happen to have some funds that I can invest in someone with Infinity potential like you."
Someone who can bring me great rewards.
Mephisto has always had a special fondness for kind souls, perhaps because of that law—you tend to love what you lack. Mephisto is clearly someone who lacks kindness. He likes to collect kind souls, perhaps to make up for his own lack of kindness in his childhood, youth, middle age, and old age.
"Um?"
The young waitress was quite attractive, with a figure and appearance comparable to Hollywood actresses. She visibly paused for a moment after hearing Mephisto's words.
"I'm so sorry, sir, although I am indeed short of money, I don't want to sleep with an old man." The young girl freed herself from Mephisto's oily hand.
The way she looked at Mephisto was very strange.
The girl clearly misunderstood Mephisto's meaning. This is normal, after all, you often encounter old men like this in big cities. It's not uncommon for them to want to keep female college students as mistresses just because they have a little money. There are also some old men who are keen on keeping fourteen-year-old girls as mistresses from the age of eighteen.
Similar psychopaths are not uncommon in cities like New York.
"Um?"
Mephisto's expression froze upon hearing the girl's words.
"No, no, no, I don't lack women. In fact, I just had a woman carry my child yesterday, Miss Wanda Mark. What I want to discuss with you is a different kind of deal, a deal involving only money and your future." Mephisto directly named the other party, his tone carrying a hint of seduction.
Ian's ability to unleash the [ Whisper ] skill from his clone demonstrates that his eloquence is indeed among the best of the devils. This devil's words brought a sudden realization to the girl named Wanda.
"So, you're the kind of boss who lends money at exorbitant interest rates?" Wanda could tell that Mephisto was well-dressed and looked like a wealthy landowner.
Wanda has encountered many such people, and she doesn't know why, but these loan sharks always seem to know she's short of money. More than once, Wanda has felt that her personal information has been stolen and sold. Now, the fact that they know her name so easily makes Wanda even more certain that the credit card company is colluding with these people.
The girl's expression and emotions were captured by Mephisto's eyes.
"No, no, no, I don't do business with low returns. I'm an efficient businessman, so I want to invest some money in your future."
"And the price you'll have to pay is nothing more than a tiny, insignificant act of loyalty." Mephisto was preparing to use his usual methods to set a trap for his opponent.
What do you want?
Mephisto's voice suddenly became incredibly pleasant.
"Resurrect my parents? Give my brother the best school? Or..." He conjured a yellowed parchment.
However.
Just as Wanda Mark was completely bewildered, Mephisto's smile suddenly froze on his face, and his expression changed instantly as if he had delayed sensing something.
"No! My clone! I stayed in that place to capture my future clone!" Mephisto was shocked; he couldn't understand why his clone had suddenly lost contact.
Those higher-level beings had already rushed into reality before him! Mephisto quickly closed his eyes to sense, but could only receive extremely vague memory information.
"That Superman —that Superman— " Mephisto's expression turned to one of utter shock and rage. The loss of his other clones was one thing, but...
But behind that clone lies a grand scheme!
His plans, which concerned his future status, were ruined by that pawn-like superhero. This is definitely not the kind of story development Mephisto wanted!
"No!! What right does he have!!!"
As Mephisto roared, the tables, tableware, and decorations in the fast food restaurant began to shake uneasily, and the light bulbs on the ceiling flickered a few times before shattering instantly.
The instant the lights went out.
The young girl, Miss Wanda Mark, saw the old man's face turning blue and purple. She initially thought it was Filth Disease attack, but unexpectedly, his face gradually changed color.
It was a terrifying face, enough to frighten a twenty-two-year-old to tears.
Damn it—
Wanda Mark was so frightened that she backed away repeatedly.
She initially thought it was just another hallucination, as she had been experiencing various hallucinations frequently these past few days. However, as countless bolts of lightning streaked across the sky, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning herself.
All I saw was...
"Boom!"
Some say that lightning is a localized weather change caused by the devil's anger, while others say it is a reminder from heaven to mankind. At this moment, Wanda Mark felt it was the latter.
Although the light bulb was broken, she could still see clearly by the lightning. It wasn't that she was hallucinating again; the customer in front of her really did have a face that wasn't human!
Horrible, hideous, terrifying—like Demons from Hell!
The old man's kind face peeled away like melted wax, revealing what appeared to be countless scarlet scales of skin beneath. His silver hair transformed into coiled goat horns, and his blue eyes burned with Sulfur flames.
This is an appearance that no normal human being could accept.
"Aaaaaah!"
Wanda Mark let out an extremely loud scream, and as she screamed, many of the appliances and kitchen equipment in the fast food restaurant exploded.
This had a greater impact than Mephisto's roar.
Her hands uncontrollably emitted crimson energy, blasting the dining table into a shower of sawdust. Mephisto was thrown back by the shockwave, crashing directly into the cash register.
"What... what's going on? Damn it! What did you do to me?" Wanda knelt on the ground, looking at her hands wrapped in red mist, her face filled with horror.
"Interesting!"
The old devil crawled out from the shards of glass, his suit turning into black smoke and dissipating.
"The awakening of Chaos Magic is three years earlier than expected!" Yes, Mephisto had already discovered that the girl was the Red Witch whose identity had been altered from the moment he arrived at this fast food restaurant.
This is a being who can be considered a high-level combatant among human beings. She possesses Chaos Magic, which allows her to modify reality, create or Destruction matter, and interfere with the thoughts of others. She is incredibly powerful, but her deep desire for a child caused her to suffer a mental breakdown. She has twice plunged the world into chaos, but those events occurred before the universe restarted.
now.
After the world rebooted, Scarlet Witch seemed to be awakening her powers for the first time.
I will come back to you.
Seeing Wanda awaken her abilities, Mephisto was filled with envy. He gave Wanda Mark a deep look but did not stop her from stumbling and running away.
Wanda fell down and kept crawling out, clearly terrified by Mephisto.
Under any circumstances, Mephisto would have exploited this fear and not let his opponent off so easily, but now, having suffered heavy losses, he had no time for that.
"Is this an uncorrected invasion from Superman Superman comic book character who shouldn't exist?" Mephisto sat amidst the ravaged ruins, his expression constantly shifting. Not only was his expression incredibly ferocious, but even his eyes could terrify 99.999% of children. The chaos before the universe's reboot kept flashing through Mephisto's mind.
"Whether it's Superman from a comic book or not, this is a provocation, a declaration of war against me. Even if it is a real Superman, I will crush you to dust!"
Mephisto looked out the window, roaring viciously at the sky where lightning streaked across the sky. Power from Hell surged within his body.
"My power will soon truly descend upon the world; I have recreated an embryo." Mephisto thought of the human woman he had impregnated yesterday.
His child was growing inside her womb, the vessel through which he was brought into the world. Of course, human pregnancy takes time.
Mephisto's eyes rolled slightly.
"If it really is an uncorrected intrusion, this might be an opportunity for me." Mephisto's anger did not cloud his judgment; he began to consider how to mitigate his losses.
"That body, that so-called Steel Body, can definitely bear my power. Perhaps it's even more suitable for me than the container I created myself."
In Mephisto's time, DC Comics still existed, so he knew very well that if it were truly Kryptonian body, it would be extremely useful to him. Superman's body would be able to support his power far exceeding that of the Skyfather, and then no powerful being in the world would be able to pose a threat to him.
certainly.
To capture Superman, relying solely on clones is definitely not enough. There's something sinister about him, to the point that even if one's clones could use the power of the Hell dimension, they would still find it difficult to contend with him.
"However, I still have that assassin—I need to get my old friend back. He will be the bane of all life—even Superman, who shouldn't exist!"
"His soul will be tormented by me in my Hell for billions of years!" Mephisto was vengeful; he stood up and then turned into black smoke, disappearing into the ruins.
In the city.
The rain kept falling.
In a motorcycle club in Texas, high-energy music filled every corner of the building, while a young stunt rider was adjusting his motorcycle alone.
He has a grand performance tomorrow, a stunt show, and even his father will be there. That's why Johnny Blaze is taking this performance very seriously.
"This torrential rain is unbelievable!"
Johnny Blaze looked out the window with slight annoyance. Outside, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the rain poured down, with streams of water flowing down the windowpane like a brook.
It was hard to say whether such terrible weather would affect his performance tomorrow. Johnny Blaze offered a slightly worried prayer, then simply drew the curtains to avoid seeing it.
"I still need to change the oil on my motorcycle."
Johnny Blaze knew that the weather was something he couldn't control, and as a stunt driver, his job was to do everything he could to the best of his ability.
outside the house.
The rain kept pouring down.
Time slipped away as the man focused intently on tuning the vehicle. The wind and rain showed no sign of stopping, and even the thunder began to rumble more frequently.
The noise even nearly caused Johnny Blaze's old radio to stop working. Just as Johnny Blaze was about to take out his Killer Bronze subwoofer, he was rummaging through the cabinet when suddenly, he saw, along with the lightning illuminating the night sky again, some unsettling figures reflected in his window.
"No!"
The sudden turn of events terrified Johnny Blaze, reminding him of a recent experience he didn't want to relive. Fortunately, after wiping his eyes, there was nothing on the glass.
"A hallucination, it must be a hallucination."
Johnny Blazer tried to reassure himself, and just as he was about to turn on the subwoofer and continue his tuning, he was startled by a loud clattering sound from not far away.
What's going on?!
Johnny Blaze, startled, quickly turned around to look. It wasn't that anyone had broken in; rather, the Cross on the wall had fallen into a bucket of red car paint.
"Can't you give me some good omens?" Johnny Blaze breathed a sigh of relief, but still muttered to himself, as it was a bit unlucky for a driver who was going to push his limits tomorrow. Of course, even if it was some kind of omen, Johnny Blaze didn't really care.
"I made a pact with that devil, and even if it's a sign, I won't die, because he needs me to work for him." - Johnny
Blazer recalled that when his father was diagnosed with cancer, he prayed to an unknown statue by the roadside, and later that day, when he performed his stunts, he received a response.
Perhaps distracted by his father's cancer, Johnny Blaze lost focus during the performance, lost control of his motorcycle, and slammed his head hard into the ground.
This was a sure-fire way to die.
However.
On his deathbed, Johnny Blaze saw a figure walking towards him. This person not only cured his father's cancer but also pulled him back from the brink of death.
Everyone said he was "lucky Johnny," but only Johnny Blaze himself knew that at that moment, he had sold his soul to a seemingly cunning Demons.
As Destiny would have it, every gift comes with a price. Johnny Blaze didn't think he was lucky; his inner voice constantly told him that the other person was dangerous.
"Even so, if Dad can live, I can live too. If I could do it all over again, I don't think I would refuse." Johnny Blaze shook his head with a self-deprecating smile.
He was about to refocus his attention on troubleshooting the vehicle.
suddenly.
Johnny~ Johnny~ Johnny~
A deep call came from afar, yet seemed to be right next to his ear, sending a chill down Johnny Blaze's spine. He immediately looked around in surprise and uncertainty.
Johnny Blaze would never forget that voice; it was the voice of the devil with whom he had made a pact. He was certain he would never forget that clingy, nagging voice, even in his next life.
"I knew it! You'd come after me soon! Take my soul! Take everything!" Johnny Blaze saw the white-haired old man appear out of thin air at the doorway after a flash of lightning.
He quickly pulled a hunting rifle from the back of his motorcycle, but he didn't fire it. Instead, he held the gun and stared warily at the devil who had come knocking on his door.
"Child, you can't hurt a demon with something like that. A normal person would only use exorcism methods to deal with me, even though exorcism methods are a joke to me."
Mephisto stared at Johnny Blazer and spoke softly.
"What are you doing here! That's not what we agreed on!" Johnny Blaze didn't put down his shotgun; his unease, hatred, and fear were growing stronger.
Just when this man thought the devil was about to turn on him...
"Don't worry, your father will live to be eighty, and so will you. At least with you, I'll keep my promise." Mephisto, however, did not reveal his true identity.
He walked into the house with a seemingly kind expression, shook off his wet hat, and looked at Johnny Blaze, who had a strange look on his face and felt that things were not developing as he had expected.
"You've always been my most satisfying investment, and I think I've learned how to get along with you." Mephisto said something that left Johnny Blaze completely baffled.
Before Johnny Blaze could figure it out, the devil sat down on Johnny Blaze's sofa and looked at the motorcycle stuntman in front of him with his deep eyes.
"I won't let you down, and I hope you won't let me down either—some unforeseen circumstances have forced me to come to you. Perhaps you should fulfill your promise to me sooner rather than later."
"Of course, I won't let you do this for nothing. I'll bring back your first love; she'll be watching your stunt performance tomorrow, and a beautiful story will unfold between you two."
"Hmm, I can almost picture how beautiful your children will be." Mephisto's tone was alluring, stirring a flutter in Johnny Blaze's heart, who had initially been displeased.
He recalled his first love, the beautiful girl he had lost contact with because he was going to move to another place with his father.
"Really?"
Johnny Blaze has fallen for him.
"Of course, why would I lie to you?" Mephisto looked at Johnny Blaze with a smile in his eyes, but also with a deep-seated, hidden apprehension.
In the blink of an eye, Johnny Blaze...
He suddenly appeared in front of Johnny Blazer, as if he had just flashed from in front of the sofa.
"Someone has hurt me, and I don't want to just laugh it off. So, please bring that madman to me. Don't kill him; I have other uses for his body."
Mephisto thought of Ian's body and was extremely envious. He was filled with desire for Ian's body, so he also planned to awaken the Evil Spirit he had placed inside Johnny Blaze.
He wants to use the former Angels to fight that Superman.
"Go, my knight, go, sew his mouth shut, knock him out, and bring him to me!" Mephisto's words still carried a hint of fear towards Ian.
The words had barely left his mouth.
He immediately released the Evil Spirit that had been dormant within the other person.
"Hiss!! What's going on! My hand! My body is on fire!! Ahhhhh!" Johnny Blaze first saw flames suddenly erupting from his body.
Then.
With a agonizing scream, his flesh was burning, his blood was evaporating, and all his external flesh was turning to ashes.
Flames from Hell raged between his bones.
Blooming.
A flower named Ghost Rider has bloomed.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~"
The ultimate Spirit of Vengeance has awakened, and the strongest, most powerful Ghost Rider stands once more in the universe, shaking his head as he awaits Mephisto's command.
"My knight, complete the task I have entrusted to you. I love you so much, and I hope you will love me just as much." Mephisto used his seductive words to brainwash the Spirit of Vengeance this time.
"Roar!!!"
Ghost Rider can understand human speech, but he cannot speak human language, so he simply spread his arms and let out a long howl as a response to Mephisto.
All I saw was...
The skeleton walked towards the wardrobe, and the wardrobe door opened with a creak, revealing a worn black leather jacket hanging inside, its cuffs and collar already somewhat faded.
But you can still see how much its former owner cherished it; it was Johnny Blazer's father's jacket, which was passed down to Johnny Blazer after he took over his father's work.
Ghost Rider ran his hand over the leather's texture, paused for a second, then ripped it off and draped it over his shoulders. The leather jacket instantly began to change, bursting into Hell.
"Call-..-
Ghost Rider seemed quite pleased with his appearance. He admired himself in the mirror, exhaled a hot breath, and walked towards the motorcycle that was not yet fully modified.
Even though the engines had been disassembled for maintenance, it didn't stop Ghost Rider from riding the Harley. After his fingers brushed across the motorcycle, it forgot it needed an engine to run.
Hell erupted from his palms, coiling around the motorcycle like living things. The metal twisted and deformed in the intense heat, the exhaust pipe sprouted fang-like spikes, and the tires melted and reformed into a wheel of burning bones. As the flames reached the front of the motorcycle, the entire vehicle emitted a roar that didn't sound like a machine.
The headlights transformed into two leaping fireballs, and the front forks twisted and extended into Demons horn-like shapes.
I'm very satisfied.
Ghost Rider suddenly seemed to have learned to speak.
He looked at his burning skull reflection in the rearview mirror, and the completely modified vehicle behind him. This was no longer a motorcycle—it was clearly a steel monster engulfed in flames.
There is no engine.
But then the engine roared. Ghost Rider twisted the throttle, and the front wheel of the Hell Cycle unexpectedly carved out two streaks of lava, instantly cracking the concrete floor of the garage.
" Ian Kent —he is guilty!"
Ghost Rider's voice was like rolling lava from Hell, deep and hoarse. The front wheel of the motorcycle suddenly lifted off the ground, and Hell spread along the body, engulfing the entire Hades Chariot in flames. The garage wall was smashed open, bricks and wood chips flying everywhere, and Ghost Rider rode the burning motorcycle into the street.
The motorcycle's tires plowed two charred tracks into the ground. The fiery trail stretched long in the night, like a path leading to Hell. Passersby screamed in terror and scattered, some even kneeling down and making the sign of the cross, but the Ghost Rider did not stop or pause.
His skull turned into the distance, and Hell locked onto the target's aura.
That is.
In a void.
Ian had no idea what he was about to gain.
He was still overjoyed at having discovered the wild Gungnir, a dull spear silently hovering, while he was engaged in a fierce internal struggle.
"Whoever finds it owns it, that's the Law of Finds!" Ian wanted to keep it for himself, but as his status rose, his increasingly aloof image made him somewhat conflicted.
"If only Odin would speak up and save me from this predicament, and offer to give it to me!" Ian knew he still had to go find Thor and Thor's missing father.
He would eventually need some reward for finding the missing person, and perhaps this gun would be a decent reward.
It's really cool.
Ancient Runic Runes flowed from the spearhead, and the spear shaft was entwined with the patterns of the World Tree — Odin's Gungnir, Gungnir, had been abandoned in this chaos for some unknown reason.
Perhaps Odin and chose to release the Gungnir, just like releasing a Pokémon. If that's the case, Ian would definitely give Odin a thumbs up.
"Perfect opportunity to try out a new skill."
Ian knew he was looking for someone, so when he saw the Gungnir, he immediately had a mind-blowing idea: this spear might not just be a weapon, but also a fully automatic navigation device.
All I saw was...
Ian stepped forward.
He picked up the spear.
Gungnir Gungnir Thor, is Gungnir's father's weapon. Some believe the name comes from the sound it makes Gungnir, signifying the action of "piercing." It does indeed possess the attribute of piercing. This spear is the possession and symbol of power of Odin, the chief god of Norse mythology.
It can be said to be the pinnacle of Asgard "rune technology," incorporating elements of the dwarves' finest craftsmanship. The spear's power is both simple and formidable.
It's basically a "never-ending shot" weapon, a legendary gun that hits its target every time it's thrown, capable of piercing anything it strikes before automatically returning to its owner's hand.
Such a sure-hit-kill attribute would be an invincible weapon in the hands of a warmonger, but in Ian's hands, he could naturally unlock other uses for it.
kill?
That's just a waste of precious resources!
The most worthwhile direction to develop is an automatic pathfinding and navigation system that is even more advanced than new energy vehicles. With this gun, Mom will never have to worry about anyone getting lost again!
"Beautiful spear, with your beauty and power, pierce Thor's buttocks!" Ian, a meticulous person, chose a relatively safe path.
The buttocks are the only part of the human body that doesn't deserve protection.
Even if a child is pierced once or twice, the injury isn't serious. That's why most parents spank their children. So Ian's thinking is truly very kind.
No one could find fault with Ian. He simply whispered a seductive sound at the spear, forcibly activated it, and then hurled it away.
[ Whisper ] Effective.
The Gungnir suddenly trembled violently, and the Runic Runes on its body lit up with a scarlet light one after another. The originally solemn divine weapon now exuded an almost frenzied battle intent.
"Whoosh!!"
The divine spear transformed into a shooting star, traveling at a speed capable of tearing through dimensions, carrying god-slaying power straight in a certain direction. As for Ian, Ian hitched a ride.
He first used Flash to close the distance and then rushed out, grabbing the back of the Gungnir and quickly climbing up, mounting Odin's weapon.
In ancient times, there were wizards who rode brooms.
Now Ian rides the Gungnir.
It's perfectly reasonable; people in this new era deserve new-era transportation.
A smart system far superior to any Pangu, Zeus, or Jehovah's car engine was at work, its long spear trailing a tail of light as Ian, who was manually installing a seat, pierced through the void.
In this lifeless world where there was no sense of direction, it still showed its reliability, carrying Ian across countless distances straight to Thor.
All I saw was...
It flew for about a few hours.
Ian could already see the clearly visible Thor's Indigo.