I Am Russell, the Luo of Zhao, Qian, Sun, and Li

The Hell's Gate, which are only for entering and never for exiting, have been traversed by someone walking out...

Russell stared in astonishment at the man in the white suit who walked out of the door. Considering the man's name, it seemed reasonable and nothing to be surprised about.

Even if there were no door, people could still walk out, let alone only enter and never exit.

After all, he's Satan!

But what does "be my son" mean?

If it means the literal meaning, then that's wonderful!

But could we talk about this privately? If he agrees to say it in public, wouldn't that seem incredibly shameless?

For a moment, Russell's thoughts began to wander. When he came to his senses and saw Satan's smiling face, he hurriedly said, "Uncle, what's your name? If you're here to pick up your son from school, coincidentally, the one you're standing on is him."

"Also, I just passed by and saw an angel beating him, and it was really bad. But don't worry, I risked my life to rescue your son and also drove away that masked Gabriel who wouldn't reveal his real name."

"No need for thanks. I have water boiling at home, and I'm in a hurry, so I'll be going now."

"Goodbye, no need to see me off, or I'll get angry!"

Russell rattled off a barrage of words, and whether Satan was dizzy or not, he was already dizzy. The moment he turned around, he saw Satan sitting in a boss's chair that had appeared out of nowhere, blocking his way.

"Sir, you really don't need to see me off!"

"Hehehe, little friend, I admire your three pairs of black wings. Of course, your shamelessness is also quite remarkable." Satan maintained his smile, "Since you're pretending not to know me, then I'll just have to pretend you really don't know me. Let me introduce myself. I'm Lucifer. You've definitely heard of that name before."

Sensing something was amiss, Russell decisively retracted the Heavenly Vest on his back and replaced it with three pairs of black wings, thus making everyone feel like they were on the same side again.

It's not easy being away from home. You might encounter natural disasters or man-made calamities from time to time, and there are things you can't afford to offend. Having a few extra accounts is always a good idea, and sure enough, they came in handy again!

The disguise wasn't enough; he silently contacted the system and activated the four lottery draws that had been triggered.

[Character Card: Satan/ Lucifer (Dawn Star, Under One Person, Fallen Angel)]

[Skill Card: Star Curse (Judging from the name alone, you'd never guess that this is a skill that strikes straight to the soul)]

[Skill Card: Star Curse (Judging from the name alone, you'd never guess that this is a skill that strikes straight to the soul)]

[Skill Card: Star Curse (Judging from the name alone, you'd never guess that this is a skill that strikes straight to the soul)]

Russell: "..."

Damn it, this damn system is padding the word count again, looks like it's done it for the second time!

Fine, I'll forgive him since he didn't get much water.

If you draw three identical Skill Card in a row, there is a high chance that, with the help of experience, the skill will become permanent due to the increased proficiency.

Russell glanced at it a few times before focusing all his attention on the 'Satan/ Lucifer' Character Card. This was probably the strongest Character Card he had ever encountered. When used in conjunction with the last little bar of soap in his hand, it was unstoppable, capable of slaying gods and demons alike.

That looks awesome!

That's not the main point. The main point is that with this card in hand, he feels more confident when facing Satan.

It's a 50/50 situation at best, who's afraid of who!

With his trump card in hand, Russell instantly lost his fear. He looked at Satan with arrogance and spoke to him with his nostrils flared, "Little Lu, is that right? I've actually heard of that name before. I am Russell, the 'Luo' of Zhao, Qian, Sun, and Li, and the 'Su' of Michael Jack."

Russell's sudden assertiveness startled Satan, who then looked at him with a hint of admiration. "You're so alike! Whether it's your blackness, your whiteness, or your shamelessness and arrogance, you're just like me. I'm growing to like you more and more. How about you consider coming to Hell to be my son and taking over my job?"

Russell frowned and decisively refused, saying, "There's no need for a son. Manmon's IQ is already pathetic. If I take away his 'Son of Hell' power, how will he make a living? Perform wrestling?"

"It's alright, I have my own plans for Manmon. If you're willing to come, I can modify his soul to make him the 'Daughter of Hell,' so there won't be any conflict."

Satan waved his hand, indicating that he was willing to let Manmon dress as a woman and welcome Russell to join the Hell family.

"..."

Russell was speechless. He roughly understood how to use the 'Skill Card: Star Curse'. It was indeed a powerful move that struck straight to the soul.

I wonder how skilled Satan is at crafting this. Will the sculpted Manmon be a cute little girl or a mature woman? If it's a Kong Barbie, that would be too much of an eyesore.

If we send him to be the vanguard in the attack on Heaven, who can withstand him?

"So, what do you think?"

Satan continued, "The people in Heaven are all black-hearted, I saw it all. You saved the world, but they didn't show any appreciation. Why not come to me? You'll start as the second-in-command of Hell, outlive me, and then you'll be the Lord of Hell."

Then I'd have to outlive you to death!

"No, Manmont is a good guy. At least he's obedient, unlike me, who's too cunning." Russell still refused. Manmont's experience had taught him a lesson, and even for the sake of Xiao Luo, he couldn't jump into the pit of hell.

"It's such a pity, it's rare for me to admire someone."

Satan shook his head, stood up in disappointment, went to Angela's side, extracted Manmon's will and soul, rolled it into a ball, and kicked it into the Hell's Gate.

"Yeah, great shot!"

Satan swung his fist forcefully, spun around in place, raised his hands high, and blew kisses to the surrounding audience.

Don't ask where the spectators came from; the moment the goal was scored, Russell heard cheers and whistles coming from all directions.

The Lord of Hell seems to have some mental issues!

Do you think I'm mentally unstable?

Russell shook his head seriously. "No, I think you are free-spirited and live a carefree life, which is enviable."

"You're so shameless, it's a shame you don't go to hell!"

Satan waved his hand, stepped into the Hell's Gate, and suddenly remembered something. "Oh right, you helped me solve Manmon's problem, so I should thank you for what you want. Tell me, what do you want? I can give you anything."

Russell has many desires, but if the other party is Satan, he will want nothing at all.

"Hehehe, don't worry, it's just a very sincere thank you, I won't do anything underhanded." As if he had seen through Russell's thoughts, Satan was a little angry.

Hearing Satan's guarantee, Russell was even less interested in anything. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Angela's sister, I don't remember her name, the woman lying on the ground is Angela. Let her sister's soul be freed from hell, that's what I want."

"Tsk tsk, what a perfunctory job..."

Satan sighed, raised his hand and pointed a black light that struck Russell in the blink of an eye. Then he walked regretfully into the Hell's Gate: "As agreed, I will send that girl's soul away. I like you very much, so I'm giving you a personal gift. If you ever come to your senses, you can come to Hell to find me."

Russell stood there stunned, watching Satan disappear into the Hell's Gate. The moment the black light entered his body, he did not immediately resist because he heard the system notification.

[Bite]

[Host gains the skill: Hell's Gate]

This is yet another permanent skill, pulling Russell's skill bar back onto a normal track from its cute, energy-consuming state.

[Skill: Hell's Gate (Can open the Hell's Gate when Hell is available; otherwise, it depends on luck)]

Satan admired Russell, or rather, Russell defeated Gabriel with his black wings and won his favor.

The reason is simple: the darkness of justice triumphs over the light of evil. Russell slapped Gabriel across Gabriel face, forcing Heaven to quietly shut down and not utter a sound. Satan loved this plot.

The reason I gave Russell the method to open the Hell's Gate was because Russell was very much to my liking. If Russell ever changed his mind, I could go to hell to find him at any time. The promise of Manmon Women's Clothing is valid forever.

"These big shots are all stranger than the last. Have they lived too long?"

Russell was puzzled. Although he didn't understand, having an extra permanent skill was a good thing. He grabbed Angela from the ground and flew towards the mental hospital.

On the rooftop, Constantine, a cigarette dangling from his lips, exhaled a puff of nicotine, half his face obscured by shadow, and said solemnly, "Midnight, and all of you who have come by invitation. Heaven appeared and took Gabriel away, and the dead have been resurrected. We have won a great victory in this battle, not only thwarting Hell's conspiracy but also winning dignity for humanity."

Everyone looked up at Constantine, exchanged glances for a moment, and then nodded in agreement with his statement.

"If that's the case, shouldn't we shake hands and make peace? Why are you tying me up?" Constantine spat out his cigarette butt and howled, "Put me down! Think it over. Killing me will only attract Satan and plunge the hard-won peace into war once again."

The camera zooms out, showing Constantine tied to a pillar, with stacks of desks and chairs below, as well as some gasoline drums.

At midnight, holding a handful of ketchup and curry... oops, I mean a torch, he stepped forward with a cold smile, "John, now that you've finished your last cigarette, it's time to send you on your way."

"No, no, no, I meant a pack of cigarettes, not a single one!"

"That's right, there's only one cigarette left in that pack."

Midnight grinned maliciously and said, "John, we killed you before to save the world, but now it's purely a personal conflict. We all think the best place for you is hell."

"You need to stay calm at midnight."

Constantine earnestly advised, "Gentlemen, I'll tell you a secret: someone has offered $5 million for my head, but it won't take effect for two days. If you kill me now, that person will simply cancel the bounty, Queen of Heaven... you can split the $5 million."

"..."

The group exchanged glances. Dividing the $5 million equally, each person would receive over $100,000, which sounded pretty good.

Midnight roared in fury, "You idiots! You actually believe Constantine? Don't you want to die?"

"I'm not lying, this time it's for real, the one who's going to kill me is..." Seeing the three pairs of black wings rushing towards him, Constantine was overjoyed and shouted, "Russell, here I am, my good brother, come and save me quickly."

Russell folded his wings and landed, casually tossing Angela to the ground. After assessing the situation, he immediately snorted coldly and strode forward to snatch the torch from Midnight's hand.

Everyone looked fearful and retreated to the side, not daring to say anything even at midnight.

Russell glanced at everyone and said, "Well done, I should have lit this fire!"

"..."xN

Something seems off, but since the person being kidnapped is Constantine, it seems perfectly reasonable.