Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Chapter 160 Disgusting people will pay the price (Seeking monthly votes)

Dormammu.

The ruler from the dark dimension is a powerful being of a higher dimension than Mephisto, a demon lord.

Mephisto is nothing compared to Dormammu.

Therefore, when talking about Dormammu, Mephisto's tone was unusually tinged with apprehension.

Even Carter himself could tell.

This caused Old Carter, who was deep in thought, to widen his eyes slightly and pause in his wiping of the table.

"So you're choosing to delay me so as not to offend him?"

Matthew had no interest in engaging in banter with this old man. He spoke calmly, but in reality, he exuded an extremely strong sense of oppression.

He knew what Mephisto was planning.

Not wanting to completely offend himself, nor Dormammu, he might as well use this method to stall himself and disgust himself in the process.

However, for Matthew, disgusting people come at a price.

Mephisto was no exception.

In this situation, he was not afraid of Mephisto even when he was not strong enough, and now that his strength has increased day by day, he is even more so.

He knew that he was still far behind Mephisto.

Originally, the dialogue between Matthew and Mephisto was unequal, but Matthew's rate of progress was enough to make up for this imbalance.

"Rubbing salt into the wound, stabbing the sore spot—it's not just demons who do this; humans do it too, don't they?"

Mephisto values ​​the attitude Matthew expresses.

He used to treat Matthew as prey, as a kid with some ability, but not anymore.

Old Carter may not have realized it yet, but Mephisto could confirm that Matthew already possessed the qualities of a leader.

It may seem like something mystical, but it's actually very important at this level.

In dialogue, one must consider not only the other party's strength, but also their status and position.

The way you talk to a lone wolf is completely different from how you talk to a guardian or a leader.

Matthew is clearly the latter.

"So?" Matthew remained noncommittal about this statement.

"So we can make a deal," Mephisto said with a grin.

Fighting is out of the question.

He couldn't beat Matthew before on Earth, and he's even less capable now. He can't even predict the consequences if a war breaks out.

Whether or not he can be killed is another matter, but even if Matthew could be killed, the price he would have to pay would be absolutely unacceptable.

When the effort and the reward are completely disproportionate, the best approach is to end it with the least possible cost.

Calling it a transaction is a nice way of putting it; in reality, it's his way of apologizing.

"OK."

Matthew readily agreed, because both sides knew perfectly well that this was just a setup.

Matthew was able to run over so calmly and even sit down with him to drink beer.

They clearly had the confidence all along.

Mephisto's willingness to apologize already shows that he is trying to make amends, while Matthew did not make unreasonable demands.

Because he didn't trust the old man.

Mephisto may be average in terms of strength in this universe, but he is definitely top-notch when it comes to scheming, playing tricks, and being disgusting.

Putting aside whether Mephisto would be willing or not, even if he were, Matthew wouldn't dare accept any powerful items, weapons, or magical knowledge that Mephisto might offer him.

Who knows what twists and turns are involved here?

In this universe, scientists cannot underestimate it, nor can curses and contracts.

You could easily fall into a trap if you're not careful.

So Matthew only asked for the soul of a high-ranking demon.

The souls of high-ranking demons are extremely rare.

Only lords of Mephisto's caliber have a lot of talent, so giving one away wouldn't be a big deal.

Matthew can use the souls of high-ranking demons to unlock the top-tier fruits in the Devil Fruit Encyclopedia.

Both parties were very satisfied.

Then the old fox and the young fox almost put their arms around each other's shoulders and started drinking like buddies.

I noticed that Carter's expression was strange.

Mephisto was quite pleased that the little brat named Casillas had actually given him the cold shoulder.

Relying on Dormammu's backing, he came to his territory and found him, arrogantly demanding that Mephisto delay Matthew.

Mephisto didn't react at the time and even agreed in a gentle tone.

Will he continue to indulge this puppet-like idiot?

They might as well have used it as a bargaining chip to curry favor with Matthew, instead of sacrificing the soul of a high-ranking demon.

If this idiot wasn't already dead, and his soul wasn't Dormammu's, he would have thrown the fool's soul into hell and tormented him for ten thousand years.

It seems somewhat comical that Mephisto keeps suffering losses at Matthew's hands.

However, this only applies to Matthew; to others, he remains the same terrifying demon king.

Matthew and Mephisto were having a pleasant chat over drinks.

Meanwhile, at the island base in the South Pacific, more than fifty warriors from the two warbands had already set off on their journey to find King Mordo and the group of mages.

In addition, more than a hundred warriors were dispatched to various parts of the world to cooperate with the mages in driving away and killing other dimensional life forms that had suddenly come to Earth to cause trouble.

Rachel, Natasha, and Nigley all left.

As a result, the island base, in Casillas's view, was completely empty, perhaps with only a few people left to guard it.

So on that night...

Several fanatics from the Dark Mage Order formed by Kaecilius "broken" the magical barrier at the island base and infiltrated it.

Two men and two women.

The two women had short, light brown hair and short blonde hair, while the two men were a muscular man with a full beard and blonde hair, and a black-haired Asian man.

Wearing the iconic yellow robes of a mage.

We stepped onto the beach at the island base.

The base was very quiet at night; apart from the sound of the waves, there were almost no other sounds.

The four of them successfully set foot on the island, without feeling anything was amiss.

The four exchanged a glance and silently made their way into the island base.

The destination is very clear.

They quickly infiltrated and found the person they were looking for.

The Demon of the Witch's Heart.

Wu Xinmo has been treated quite well lately because he's been cooperative and obedient.

They did provide me with a separate place to live.

Located just outside the training ground, the detached house is over 0 square meters and is fully equipped with water and electricity, as well as snacks and drinks.

This was the request of the Witchheart Demon herself.

Perhaps it was because he had spent a lot of time with Reich and the others that he became very interested in some human foods, especially mint-flavored potato chips and oranges.

As for things like whiskey and red wine, Wu Xinmo has no interest in them.

I've recently reportedly become a fan of a British comedy.

Unfortunately, Wu Xinmo doesn't have much time to rest, and her TV series viewing is only sporadic.

Under the moonlight, the houses outside the training ground looked particularly striking.

The four fanatics had just arrived a few meters outside the house, and before they could go inside, a female fanatic with short, light brown hair reached out and blocked her companions.

She stared ahead and said in a deep voice, "There is a magical barrier here."

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