Las Vegas, the city of gambling!
In a luxurious casino located in a prime district, the top-floor private room was resplendent and spacious. Crystal chandeliers glittered brilliantly, and the floor-to-ceiling windows allowed those inside to overlook the entire venue, taking in all the myriad forms of life below.
Mephisto and Russell sat facing each other. The former held a wineglass, gently swirling the crimson liquid within, while the latter had a glass of ice water. Once he finished the water, he simply ate the ice.
This casino belonged to Mephisto. More precisely, the entire street was his property. Every day, every year, people lost their souls to the devil here.
Mephisto had invited Russell to play a few hands, but Russell firmly refused. As an outstanding Dimensional Demon God, he would not even touch such a bad habit as gambling.
"Big brother, what's going on with Blackheart? As his uncle, I'm very curious."
Russell's gaze settled on a gambler below who had lost his mind from losing. The man signed an agreement with a casino employee and soon obtained the chips needed to turn things around.
Then, after losing everything, the gambler was escorted away by casino security and sent straight to hell.
Mephisto smiled faintly and took a sip of red wine. He first drew a deep breath, closed his eyes, and savored the atmosphere of the casino for a moment before slowly saying, "Little brother, can't we talk about something else? This family matter of mine is rather hard to talk about!"
Mephisto did not want to talk, and Russell did not press him. That was not the point anyway. There was something else he cared about. "Big brother, where is this world? Is it your personal territory?"
"Little brother, you're being modest again. As a Dimensional Demon