"You arrogant fool! Who do you think you are? Do you really think clinging to the Eyeball Demon's thigh makes you Satan?"
"Exactly! Clinging to thighs, who can't do that?"
"You're just the lord of the Dark Dimension. Who agrees and who objects? How did Dormammu lose to him? Could Dormammu be even more of an idiot than he is?"
"Get down here! You don't deserve to sit on Satan's throne!"
"You're dead today. I said so. No one can save you..."
"Who was it? Who cast an illusion on him? Please, undo it already!"
"Forget it, spare him. It'd be such a shame for someone this funny to die."
"Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter."
"..."
Hearing Russell declare that he wanted to become Satan, the Hell Lords were stunned for a moment before bursting into raucous laughter. They thought Russell had dreamed too much in broad daylight and was simply delusional.
Of course, some sharp-eyed lords recognized the Infinity Gauntlet, along with the six gems embedded upon it.
Though fearful, their gazes were filled with greed. Pretending not to recognize it, they blended into the crowd and stirred up the hostility, intending to send the cannon fodder to their deaths so they could reap the benefits.
Hell's simple folkways were clearly on display here.
"So that's it. The Infinity Stones gave you the confidence to challenge for Satan's position."
Chthon nodded. Holding all six Infinity Stones indeed gave Russell the qualifications, but only the qualifications. Neither he nor Cyttorak feared the Stones' power.
Six gems alone were far from enough to make the two of them willingly step aside.
Then he looked at Shuma-Gorath, who was clinging to Russell as if glued to him, unwilling to part for even a moment. The corner of Chthon's mouth rose slightly as