6: Mission Completed

"And that 'thing' isn't worth 10 thousand souls!."

"Pfft! Is this really your father blacky? Ok, ok" Kira Argento said, "How about this, a thousand souls, but I get to pick them myself."

Mephisto replied, "Dream on. My prized collections aren't for you. A hundred inferior souls, that worthless 'thing' is worth that much."

The so-called inferior souls refer to those that have been tortured to the point of losing their spirit. Such souls are just basic materials in the eyes of a Hell Lord.

Blackheart was furious. He roared, "What did you say? I'm worth a hundred souls, and they're inferior?"

Mephisto candidly said, "No, you're not even worth a hundred souls. Buying you back is just for my own face."

Blackheart nearly exploded. If it weren't for Kira Argento controlling him, he would definitely have fought Mephisto right now. Kira ignored Blackheart and continued to haggle with Mephisto.

In the end, they reached an agreement—a choice of five human souls and five hundred inferior souls.

Kira was secretly pleased. 't worked. Mephisto has some special souls that can help me a lot.'

Mephisto was equally pleased. 'It worked. I will tamper with the souls. As soon as those souls enter this kid's hell, I'll be able to pinpoint his location. Then, he's dead.'

Kira and Mephisto exchanged a glance and smiled simultaneously. Then, Kira raised his hand to write a contract and said, "Sign the contract."

"Alright."

Mephisto carefully examined the contract. After a moment, he pressed his finger on the contract, officially sealing it.

Kira Argento tossed the Blackheart statue to Mephisto and said, "The souls."

Without further ado, Mephisto transformed his right hand into a demonic claw and grabbed at the void. Five hundred souls materialized into a black mist in his hand—ordinary souls were weak, and the protective shield wouldn't block them.

"These are five hundred inferior souls. As for my collection, I'll give you five minutes to choose."

Mephisto threw the black mist to Kira. Then, he summoned a magical screen displaying his collection of souls, some of which were even famous historical figures, including several kings.

To be honest, if it weren't for his plan to deceive Kira, Mephisto would never have allowed him to select from his prized collection.

He had spent a lot of effort to obtain these souls after all.

"These souls are indeed good. Huh, this guy is here too?"

Kira wasn't polite. He carefully identified these souls and quickly selected five that would be useful to him—as a lord of hell, he could vaguely sense the memories of these souls.

With each selection Kira made, Mephisto's expression grew more unpleasant.

Once Kira finished his picks, Mephisto immediately retracted the screen. Those souls were his treasures.

"Kid, we'll play again later."

Mephisto left a sinister remark and vanished.

Kira Argento snorted coldly, put away the five selected souls, and then clenched the black mist in his hand. The five hundred souls instantly transformed into five hundred soul coins, each with a wailing human face on it.

Soul coins were hard currency in hell and the dark world and could be preserved for a long time.

Sensing this scene, Mephisto cursed bitterly, realizing that his scheme had been seen through by Kira.

"Big loss. It's all your fault, you troublesome brat. Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson."

Mephisto vented his anger on Blackheart. If it weren't for him, how could he have suffered such a significant loss?

"Mephisto!! I will definitely kill you and become the lord of hell."

Blackheart roared in fury. This father and son resumed their 'loving' daily routine.

In the village of San Venganza, Kira thought for a moment and used magic to contact the Sorcerer Supreme. "Sorcerer Supreme, can you do me a favor?"

The Ancient One did not refuse. She said, "Favors must be repaid."

"Alright."

Kira Argento took out a hundred soul coins and said, "A hundred soul coins to help me get four legitimate identities. My name will be Andrew Evans. Also, help me cleanse these five souls to remove Mephisto's tampering."

As a lord of hell, Kira's true name held incredible power, so he needed an alias—Mephisto also used an alias, and had gone by the name Mephistopheles.

"My Lord, identity documents aren't that expensive. One soul coin can get you that because of Kamar-Taj's influence. Souls are very valuable on Earth, at least ten thousand dollars each."

Hearing this, the Wind Demon hurriedly spoke, his tone revealing his poverty.

Thinking of something, the Wind Demon added, "Lord, if you show yourself, the underground world will surely submit to you."

"I'm not interested in dealing with those scum."

Kira sneered disdainfully. "I want completely clean, entirely legitimate identities. Additionally, this will help you guys go legit and avoid being hunted down in the future."

The Wind Demon's eyes lit up, and he said gratefully, "Thank you, Lord."

Kira raised his hand and touched the Wind Demon's forehead, leaving a mark of the rebirth hell's phoenix flame. This symbolized his official entry into the reborn hell's ranks—well, as a demon.

"Master."

The Wind Demon was overjoyed and immediately knelt to show his respect. Previously, he had been a temp worker; now, he was officially part of the reborn hell's organization.

Becoming a subordinate to a demon lord is a dream for many demons. Not to mention, this particular demon lord is incredibly powerful.

"Get up. From now on, call me BOSS," Kira Argento said. At that moment, a small portal appeared beside him, and four driver's licenses flew out. Simultaneously, the hundred soul coins and five souls in Kira's hand flew into the portal.

"Such efficiency, Sorcerer Supreme. I'll recommend more clients to you in the future," Kira, or rather Andrew Evans, said with a smile as he caught the licenses. The Ancient One, disinterested in engaging further with him, cleansed the five souls and sent them back to Andrew. The portal then quickly vanished.

Andrew sent the five souls back to the Reborn Hell. After some thought, his main body injected a mass of fresh blood into the projection, transforming it into a real flesh-and-blood body. The Spirit of Vengeance was completely devoured, becoming part of Andrew.

From this point on, the Andrew on Earth was the true main body, while the one in hell was the demon lord form, holding most of his power.

For other demon lords, this might be very dangerous, but for Andrew, it wasn't an issue. The two hells were connected, and whenever he wanted, he could draw power from his demon lord form and the Hell of Rebirth.

As for why he didn't directly descend to Earth, the reason was simple: he was too powerful. If he descended directly, even doing nothing would cause massive human panic and chaos.

"The real fun begins now that my main body is here," Andrew said with a smile. He turned to the Wind Demon and said, "Let's go to New York—uh, no, let's head to Las Vegas first. I want to investigate just how decadent America really is."

From then on, Andrew had only two tasks: enjoy life and gather souls.

Gathering souls was to enhance his power, for only with sufficient power could he continue to enjoy life.

Having finally made it to Earth, he couldn't let himself be deprived of any pleasure.

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