Inside the Gate of Hell in his home universe, Thanos took control of one of his Avatars and set out to find a Dimension Lord.
Mephisto, Lucifer, Satan—any one of them would do.
This was the Hell Dimension, where souls were gathered, not the Deepest Hell where Thanos resided.
Finding any other Dimension Lord would mean tracking down their coordinates first.
The Hell Dimension was different.
It was a public dimension with no single ruler. Everyone knew its coordinates, but its Hell Lords were so powerful that no one dared provoke them.
Even the Celestials turned a blind eye to the Hell Lords' activities because the dimension served to gather souls.
As soon as Thanos arrived, he saw a black sun, fiery red clouds, and parched ground dotted with erupting volcanoes.
Death Aura permeated the air.
It had no effect on him, of course, but an ordinary living being would be paralyzed the moment they breathed it in, left to wait for death.
He tried absorbing the Hell Dimension's energy, only to find it seething with violence and depraved desire.
Even converting that energy into his own would be a great deal of trouble.
No wonder no Dimension Lords besides the few Hell Lords fighting over territory had any interest in this place.
In an environment this wretched, perhaps only Hell Lords could survive.
While he was thinking, a red, scale-covered monster suddenly burst from the ground.
Thanos caught it with a casual grab and studied it curiously.
The monster had six claws, a single horn on its head, and eight protruding fangs.
Its strength was roughly at the middle stage of the Transcendent Level.
It was not particularly strong, but its willingness to attack any living being intrigued Thanos.
His Avatar might not have been especially powerful, but it