The four of them gathered around the small table and chatted. Doom recounted everything that had happened and his journey of thoughts in painstaking detail.
Su Ming simply listened quietly at the side, occasionally nodding or making sounds of agreement.
Comparatively speaking, he was far more at ease with Doom than Reed. The former had a weakness; the latter had a flaw.
Doom's greatest weakness was his mother—more precisely, his mother's soul.
When he was still young, his mother had cast magic whose price she could not bear in order to protect their village from the government forces. As a result, her soul had been taken to Hell by Mephisto.
After growing up, Doom had gone to the United States to study advanced technology in order to save her. After learning the military's cutting-edge technology, he defected to Nepal to specialize in magic, hoping to enter Hell and negotiate with Old Mephisto for his mother's return.
Yet although his mother had wiped out over a thousand government soldiers with a single spell—a remarkable feat for a gypsy without systematic magical training—the price she had paid was not merely her own life, but also the lives of seventy-seven children in the village, excluding her son.
Sacrificing so many pure souls in exchange for power had instantly corrupted the woman's soul to the utmost extreme. Even to devils, it was a treasure.
Old Mephisto did not want to let her go, and Doom's temperament did not allow him to say anything pleasant. Naturally, the negotiations fell apart.
After all, the original contract was valid. That woman's soul was already a Hell Lord's possession. Just because you told him to hand it over did not mean he had to give it to you. Did Hell Lords not have pride?
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