The One Who Should Get Lost Is You!

In the deepest reaches of the Hell Dimension stood a magnificent palace built from countless wailing souls and black crystals.

Mephisto, the lord of Hell and cunning king of demons, sat upon his throne of suffering and slowly opened eyes blazing with hellfire.

He had sensed everything that had happened on Earth—the rift being forcibly sealed, the complete annihilation of the three demons, and... his disappointing son.

He had never expected Blackheart to secretly meddle with Earth behind his back!

"Foolish! Arrogant! Hopelessly incurable, you unfilial son!" Mephisto's voice was low and majestic, and the entire palace trembled beneath his fury.

He did not mourn the deaths of his subordinates or the closure of the rift. What enraged him was Blackheart's unauthorized actions and stupidity!

In his eyes, Earth was far too deep for anyone to fathom. Even he did not dare lay hands on it lightly.

For one thing, it was the so-called Midgard among the Nine Realms, territory under Odin's jurisdiction.

For another, it had once been guarded by The Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme—a being capable of standing against Dormammu, lord of the Dark Dimension.

Even Mephisto could not claim with certainty that he could defeat The Ancient One. Though The Ancient One had now passed away,

a figure even more terrifying than The Ancient One had appeared on Earth. The crucial point was that this person did not have The Ancient One's principles and would stop at nothing.

Thus, in his view, Earth's waters ran unimaginably deep. Unless absolutely necessary, he had no desire to interfere with it.

Rashly making enemies was, in his opinion, an exceedingly foolish thing to do.

Yet now, his worthless son had opened a spatial rift to Earth behind his back. It was stupidity beyond measure!

"Blackheart!" Mephisto's voice roared like