The Collector stared, transfixed. "It's truly beautiful."
But beauty was not the only criterion for a collectible.
John pointed at the innocent demon.
The Collector looked over. The demon was dozing off.
He immediately picked up the music box and walked toward the demon.
The demon grew drowsier and fell fast asleep.
Then he broke into a jog, heading toward the other demons in his collection.
Without exception, every demon that heard the music box's song fell asleep.
The Collector was thrilled, a smile spreading across his face.
"You can have the book."
The Collector took the music box and Hvergelmir's Spring Water away, saying, "These are both mine."
"Consider it a friendship discount."
"Friendship?" John looked at the greedy Collector and laughed silently.
Someone like the Collector had no such thing as a friendship discount.
This was a man who treated even the descendants of the Elders of the Universe as collectibles.
John obtained the Magic Book from the Collector.
He left Knowhere aboard his spaceship.
His gaze swept over the enormous skull-shaped planet. If this was a Celestial's head, how gigantic must its body have been?
Paluru finally no longer had to toil in the engine room.
John opened the Magic Book.
It contained records of many forms of dimension magic.
Among them were instructions on summoning demons.
Agnes had summoned a Hell Lord before, but summoning was not John's goal.
He studied the magical records and reconstructed them in his mind.
"Let me think. How can I pinpoint Hell?"
The Dimensional Portal had already been built.
All he lacked now were coordinates.
John spent two and a half days studying the Magic Book.
Through constant analysis, he constructed a visualization of the magical project in his mind.
John opened his eyes again and took a bottle from