Crack!
"Oh dear, it seems I accidentally thought of something blasphemous."
On his throne in the depths of Hell, Lucifer applied a little pressure with both hands, gently pushing his suddenly split face back together.
"What a shame. I finally met such an interesting little fellow, only to get interrupted before we'd exchanged more than a few words. As petty as ever."
After that brief lament, Lucifer settled into a more comfortable position in his chair and elegantly combed his fingers through his hair.
"Still, the Mortal World really is quite interesting. I'll find some time to take a stroll there and have a good look at what those closely watched lambs have become."
As he spoke, Lucifer began considering a suitable way to get out.
He was strong. Very strong. Across all of DC Comics, the beings stronger than him could be counted on one hand.
But being powerful didn't mean he could do whatever he pleased. Visiting the Mortal World, for instance, would take some effort even for him.
Of course, his idea of "effort" was nothing like ordinary demons straining and struggling without managing to get out. He had only one concern: how to avoid accidentally breaking the world.
To him, the entire Mortal World as it currently stood-even including Superman-was as fragile as glass.
Entering it without destroying it was no easier than stuffing an elephant inside a glass marble.
So he needed a suitable method, whether that meant finding a puppet, manipulating a Contract, or finding a few witless idiot Mages.
"I'm sure we'll meet again soon. I wonder what your expression will be like then. I can hardly wait~"
Meanwhile, completely unaware that Lucifer was still thinking about him, Zuo Ci slowly landed on the ground.
"My dear system, your timing couldn't have been