Alright, but the souls of those who provoke me belong to me. Also, if a soul happens to appear, I have the right to intercept a small amount, of course."
Wang Nanxuan thought about it, then nodded in agreement. This condition wasn't a big problem, because this was the Marvel Universe, and getting humans to sign soul contracts wasn't difficult.
Hulk and Abomination are fighting, and a building is about to collapse. If you're offered a contract to exchange your soul after Death for escaping the disaster, would you sign it?
The Chitauri are attacking New York, and the entire City is about to be destroyed. Would you sign it?
"Good."
Ancient One didn't object. She raised her hand, and golden light wove a contract in the air: "If you violate the contract, your Small Hell will collapse."
"Sorcerer Supreme, only these two conditions?"
Wang Nanxuan was a bit suspicious. These two conditions were so lenient that it was as if he were Ancient One's illegitimate son. Did Sorcerer Supreme see something? Or was there something wrong with her?
Ancient One smiled and said, "If you think it's too little, I can add a few more. I don't mind."
Wang Nanxuan said, "Add one more: after signing the contract, if you attack me or plot against me in secret, then this contract will be null and void."
Ancient One glanced at Wang Nanxuan and said, "Alright."
Then, Wang Nanxuan and Ancient One simultaneously pressed their handprints on the contract. The contract glowed with dazzling golden light, then split into two, flying into Wang Nanxuan and Ancient One's bodies respectively.
The contract was officially established!
Wang Nanxuan breathed a sigh of relief, his task accomplished. At this moment, Ancient One said, "Your Hell is new. How it develops in the future is up to you."
Wang Nanxuan was a little surprised: "Up to me?"
"Yes, most Hells are full of chaos, evil, and slaughter, but that doesn't mean all Hells are like that. Hell is an indispensable part of the universe; it has its own responsibilities."
Ancient One nodded. She said, "The first step you need to take is to give yourself and your Hell a name, a new Hell Lord."
Wang Nanxuan smiled and said, "No rush. For now, let's call it Rebirth Hell. In the future, it will have a more suitable name."
...
Ancient One and Wang Nanxuan were communicating in their consciousness. They talked for most of the day, but only one second passed in the real world. Mephisto saw time stop and burst out laughing:
"Kid, dreaming of stealing my stuff? You'll soon find out how terrifying that old woman Ancient One is. This is what happens when you go against me."
No sooner had Mephisto finished speaking than time resumed around them. Wang Nanxuan had completely constructed his Small Hell. He was seamlessly connected to his main body, which could transmit power to him at any time, and he could also transmit things back to Rebirth Hell at any time.
A refreshed Wang Nanxuan asked with a puzzled expression, "What outcome? Old Mo, what outcome? Why didn't I see anything?"
Mephisto was dumbfounded. He roared, "Ancient One, why didn't you stop him?"
"Are you telling me what to do?"
Ancient One's cold voice came down from the sky. Then, she said to Kaecilius, "Don't bother with this matter anymore. Bring Ghost Rider back to Kamar-Taj."
"Yes, teacher."
Although Kaecilius was very puzzled, he still nodded respectfully. Then, he whipped his magic whip hard towards Ghost Rider.
Johnny wanted to dodge, but the flames on his body suddenly became uncontrollable, preventing him from moving. He was bound squarely by the magic whip.
Johnny glared at Wang Nanxuan. Those uncontrollable flames were this guy's.
Wang Nanxuan said, "Only by following Sorcerer Supreme can you escape Mephisto's bondage. You don't have to worry about Roxanne; I'll help you take care of her."
Johnny let out a low growl, wanting to say something. At this moment, Kaecilius cast a spell, and the flames on Johnny's body quickly extinguished. Then, flesh and blood regenerated, and a melancholic handsome man appeared in everyone's sight.
Kaecilius glanced at Wang Nanxuan, preparing to return to Kamar-Taj. Just then, Wang Nanxuan's voice sounded in his ear: "Do you want immortality? I can give it to you."
Kaecilius paused for a moment, as if nothing had happened, then opened a portal and took Johnny back to Kamar-Taj.
Mephisto was trembling with anger. This time, he suffered a huge loss. Not only did he lose the st. venganza contract, but even Ghost Rider was abducted.
Feng Mo looked at Wang Nanxuan with admiration. This time, he really followed the right boss; even Ancient One couldn't do anything to him.
Mephisto took a deep breath and said to Wang Nanxuan with a smile, "Young Lord, how about a cooperation? We can join forces to eliminate Ancient One and divide the Earth."
"What do you think?"
Wang Nanxuan snorted coldly. Now that he was the only demon king on Earth, why would he let other demon kings in to snatch souls? Why share the joy when you can have it all to yourself?
Mephisto said Don't give up, "Ancient One must be plotting against you. If you cooperate with her, you will surely die. That old woman is ruthless, and countless demon gods have died at her hands."
Wang Nanxuan said, "This is a good thing. With her blocking you guys, I can happily harvest souls on Earth."
Mephisto was speechless. To be honest, he couldn't understand why Ancient One would reach an agreement with Wang Nanxuan. It wasn't magic!
"Those who hog everything won't have a good end."
Mephisto's face darkened, and he said, "Your magic power is so pure; you must be a new Hell Lord. New means weak. Aren't you afraid that we will join forces to attack your Hell?"
"Oh, I'm so scared."
Wang Nanxuan looked disdainful. His Hell had just been born and was protected by spatial mist. In the short term, unless he courted Death himself, other Hells couldn't find him at all.
Of course, this was only for a short time. Hell could not tolerate the weak. If Wang Nanxuan couldn't obtain a large number of souls to strengthen his Hell, then all that awaited him would be the Devour of other Lords.
Mephisto wanted to say something else, but Wang Nanxuan waved his hand and said, "I'm in a hurry to experience America's unique features, so I won't waste any more words with you. Oh, by the way, Old Mo, do you want this thing?"
Wang Nanxuan thought of something and took out Blackheart's statue from his embrace. Blackheart heard his address and cursed angrily.
Mephisto was stunned: "You're willing to give him back to me?"
Wang Nanxuan said as a matter of course, "Of course I am. This guy is clearly a troublesome burden. Giving him back to you only benefits me, with no drawbacks."
Mephisto and Blackheart were both speechless. What you said... really makes sense. I'm completely speechless.
Mephisto said with a dark face, "Give it to me."
Wang Nanxuan said, "That won't do. Although he's a troublesome burden, he's still worth some money. Ten thousand souls."
"Ten thousand souls? Are you robbing me? Do you know how difficult it has been to get souls since Ancient One rose to power?"
Mephisto stomped his foot and cursed, "Souls that die naturally either go to heaven or go to hell and turn into different demons based on their sins. We Lords who want to get some souls can only sign contracts, develop followers, or laboriously fish in the River Styx.
Ten thousand souls! Even if I cast aside all shame and struggled for several years, I might not be able to trick that many souls."