After a long while, the female doctor suddenly remembered something and couldn’t help but feel nervous. Crap! She had acted like some extra in a C-grade teen flick tonight. Would she be despised?
In the past, she had always felt that those stupid female extras should die the moment they appeared, because every second they were alive was an insult to a normal person’s intelligence.
What she didn’t know was that Luke wasn’t paying attention to her at all.
A moment after destroying the black hole, a system notification had popped up. “Hurt Lord of Hell Mephisto and delay his descent to Earth for twelve years. Mission accomplished.”
Total experience: 6,000. Total credit: 6,000.
Contribution rate: 100%. EXP +6,000. Credit +6,000.
Luke couldn’t help but smile. Was there anything more reassuring than this “old friend” on his sickbed?
If there was, it would definitely be… keeping this “old friend” in bed for a few more years.
Mephisto was definitely a big hidden danger.
The longer Luke could put off facing him, the more confident he would be.
He had just spent 60,000 credit points to send ‘gifts’ to old Mephisto’s door, partly because he hadn’t been sure if he could hit him, which would be a waste.
Secondly, he had been worried of being too fierce and causing old Mephisto to flip a table and rise from his sickbed just to come and kill Luke.
Thirdly, he had ‘given’ old Mephisto 60,000 points the first time, and had inadvertently done so a second time.
If he did it again a third time, it would be the perfect 666 blessing for this old friend.
As a Lord of Hell who had lived for who knew how many years, Mephisto might be immortal, but was also wretched.
Old Mephisto had always bullied the weak but feared the strong, but he was indeed the tougher one when compared with Luke.
As long as old Mephisto was willing to lie dormant for 1,000 years at the price of not doing anything fun, that would definitely be bad for Luke.
Of course, Luke, who prioritized safety, had already repeatedly simulated the situation and analyzed the personality of this Lord of Hell, and had come up with a safety threshold.
Sleeping for 30 to 50 years was like an ordinary person being hospitalized for two weeks to a month.
Although it was unpleasant, it could be endured, and life could continue.
Sleeping for 1,000 years was like an ordinary person lying in bed for two to three years. They couldn’t work or play, and it was quite uncomfortable.
As someone who knew how to lay low, there was a 95% chance that old Mephisto wouldn’t turn hostile, but would endure this ‘short’ 20 to 30 years.
If he was one of those big demons who was impulsive, his name would have long been forgotten by most creatures.
Most impulsive demons were either dormant or on the verge of being beaten into dormancy.
As the saying went, the beam that stuck out was the first to rot.
…
A moment ago, Mephisto had been sleeping on his throne in Hell.
Ever since he was ambushed last time, he had sealed off the passage his subordinates used to come and give their reports.
Over the past two years, his shallow consciousness responded to the prayers and requests of his believers.
In any case, there had never been any standard for whether or not demons responded to prayers and requests.
Some lazy demons wouldn’t open their eyes even when someone was on their doorstep with a request.
As the Lord of Hell, Mephisto naturally had higher standards.
Most of the time, he would at most just say that he had “read it,” and nothing else.
He was the Lord of Hell, not customer service.
The reason his shallow consciousness gave a response at all was to prevent his subordinates and believers from running away after years of operation.
This schemer had been busy for thousands of years, and couldn’t bear to get nothing out of all his sunk costs. After all, he liked to collect all kinds of premium and top-quality souls!
He was like a geek who collected limited edition figurines. This was Mephisto’s biggest pleasure in life, and could increase his strength and the number of subordinates he had.
Old Mephisto had slept soundly for the last two years, and nothing happened.
Thus, when a certain believer with a high ‘trust’ standing and level of quality assurance sent sacrifices, Mephisto’s shallow consciousness automatically accepted them.
Two “offerings” came out of a passage and were automatically assigned to special cells inside Mephisto’s palace.
There was nothing wrong with doing this.
The cells here had been in use for many years and were quite reliable. No matter how powerful the offering was, it couldn’t escape in a short period of time.
If the power of the offering was too great, the passage wouldn’t open.
As for Constance and Tate’s strength, old Mephisto judged them to be trash.
The true strength of the credit energy in their bodies wasn’t high.
After all, a trash Blood God required 2,000 credit points in order to be destroyed, while old Mephisto could blow up a hundred trash Blood Gods in one breath.
But there were always exceptions.
Less than two seconds after Luke threw the mother and son over, they were turned to light golden dust by Telekinesis.
On Earth, the credit energy for eliminating the enemy automatically disappeared.
After the two scum-like opponents were destroyed, a message crossed various magical and physical barriers throughout the palace. “Backup! We need backup! Brothers, hurry up!”
The credit energy didn’t have anything like a human consciousness, but it had a reflex mechanism.
Instantly, the credit energy in the cell gathered into a golden thread which shot into the air.
On the throne, old Mephisto suddenly frowned.
He felt the strange energy in his body, which was gradually being suppressed, perk up for some reason. It seemed to be… asking for help?
His intuition, honed after thousands of years of lying low, was frantically warning him: Danger!
He inexplicably recalled how that idiot subordinate had run up to him, and then… Not good!
He suddenly opened his eyes and his fingers moved slightly, ready to activate the throne’s ultimate protective seal.
But it was too late.
He was quick, but the credit-enhanced Telekinesis reflex mechanism was even faster.
Just as his fingers touched the armrests of the throne, a thin golden thread appeared out of thin air and pierced his ribs, successfully convening with its ‘comrade in arms.’
Mephisto’s eyes widened. A moment later, he screamed and jumped high into the air.
It hurt too much; it hurt even more than the first time.
Clutching his waist, old Mephisto’s face twisted as he raised his head and roared, “Why, why is it you again?! Big Dipper, Big Dipper, I’ll kill you! No, I’ll capture you alive and bring you to Hell, and teach you a lesson for 100 years, no, 10,000 years, ah~~~!”
As he roared, all of Hell trembled.
Caves in remote areas that had been in disrepair for years collapsed. Many volcanoes suddenly erupted, spitting out thick black smoke and fiery lava.
A bunch of demons and evil spirits stopped fighting, having fun, sleeping, beating others up, or being beaten up, and they dropped to their knees and trembled.
No one needed to say anything to know that their Lord was angry.
Who the hell knew which idiot had pissed off the Lord, but it was fine as long as he didn’t vent his anger on them.
In any case, the Lord acted up like this every 300 to 500 years, much like how human women acted during a certain time of the month. Everyone was used to it.
