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Mephisto also brought Ian a great gift!

"Wow! Gold coins exploded!"

Ian had never been this happy before, only on his birthday; the patterns on his mimicry armor writhed merrily. He felt the surging new power within him resulting from the upgrade.

Taking on 3.5 Wonder Women is definitely no problem.

Listen to the system prompts.

Ian's thoughts raced wildly like a husky let loose.

"Wait... what we just ate was just a clone?" His eyes grew brighter. "Then if we capture Mephisto, could we use him as a sustainable, renewable food source?"

"This kind of highly nourishing substance, as long as we capture Mephisto, will be inexhaustible? Who knows, we might even be able to pair it with the Triple Demon and select for an even better breed!"

Ian grew increasingly excited, bowing down to his own ingenuity. However, just as he wiped the drool from his mouth, preparing to check the skill details, the whole world suddenly shattered like a broken mirror.

"Crack!"

The illusion of the rainy night streets crumbles, revealing the endless nothingness behind it.

Yes.

New Tony's calculations were correct. Ian saw the completely destroyed spaceship. He was still in the void and hadn't returned to Earth for any reason—it turned out that the reason Mephisto couldn't escape was because he had trapped himself and Ian in a cage. The "world" they had just experienced was just a lie woven by Mephisto.

not far away.

Besides the extremely damaged spaceship, a spear destined to unleash its full power also floated quietly in the void. It might just be the object that Ian could use to test his new skills.

Chapter 176 Wanda the Witch! Ghost Rider!

Mephisto's clones left in the void were completely devoured.

Ian still needs to search for his confidants in the void.

at the same time.

On Earth, far beyond this unreachable void, the effects of the release of countless indescribable and great beings from their locks continue to unfold.

11 p.m.

The neon sign of "Starlight Fast Food Restaurant" flickered in the downpour. The restaurant was brightly lit in the rainy night, and condensation formed on the glass windows, separating the darkness outside from the warmth inside, creating two separate worlds.

However, this did not affect Mephisto's mood.

After many years, Mephisto has returned to his old ways, ready to make a fortune. He has created a human avatar for himself, and this avatar, which carries much of his will, is currently enjoying a cheeseburger.

Judging from the aging of this clone and the degree of muscle atrophy, although his time back in the universe has not been long, he has already found quite a few people to make soul deals with him.

"The human world is so much better. It's filled with wonderful air. It should belong to me." Mephisto thought to himself as he looked at the waiter not far away.

His unique authority allowed him to read the information of every mortal, so with just a glance, all the information about an ordinary working girl was already clear to him.

This is a typical rural girl with fiery red hair, currently burdened by debts left by her deceased parents, forced to work in the city, and harboring dreams.

I really want to get rich.

It wasn't just to pay off debts, but also to support her younger brother.

His personality isn't exactly innocent.

However, his soul is still relatively pure so far. At least he often donates food and clothes to the homeless. For this reason alone, Mephisto should expand his business during his rest time.

Not to mention that the other party also possesses a layer of destiny, so Mephisto wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to profit from the situation.

"Miss, could I have another order of fries?"

Mephisto spoke.

The waiter is wiping the last table clean.

"Ok, no problem."

The waitress looked up and saw the elderly silver-haired man who had been sitting alone all night smiling at her. In front of him, on his plate, were three extra-large servings of fries that had barely been touched.

"The extravagance of the rich."

The waitress was internally grumbling, but she managed a forced professional smile. She glanced furtively at the wall clock—there was still half an hour before she could leave work.

His younger brother, Pietro, was still waiting for him to bring back some late-night snacks.

"Come right away."

She rubbed her aching wrists. The hem of her red uniform skirt was already soaked by the rain, and her cheap leather shoes were filled with water, making a "creaking" sound with every step.

The fries sizzled in the deep fryer, oil splattering onto the waitress's hand. She bit her lip, remaining silent, and simply wiped the burned area with her apron. This was the fifth time she had been burned by oil this week, but compared to being assaulted by a drunk man who tried to grope her thigh, this was a more acceptable reality since moving to the city.

Your hand is bleeding.

An old, hoarse voice came from behind.

The waitress was startled and quickly turned around, only to find the old man standing in the kitchen doorway. He handed her a silk handkerchief embroidered with strange patterns.

“No need, sir, that violates hygiene regulations.” The waitress took a half step back, trying to shoo the old man out of the kitchen. She didn’t notice that the old man’s shadow was distorted into the shape of a goat under the fluorescent light.

"What a pity," the old man sighed, taking back his handkerchief. "A beautiful girl like you should be sitting in a university classroom, dressed in designer clothes, not here getting scalded by hot oil."

He spoke softly.

"Sir, your fries are ready!" the waitress called out, hurriedly dumping the fries from the fryer basket into a cardboard box. Her hands were trembling, and sauce was squeezed everywhere.

The old man chuckled softly and sat back down in his seat.

As the waiter placed the fries on the table, his withered fingers suddenly gripped the other person's wrist.

“Honey, I can tell you’re a little short of money, and I happen to have some funds that I can invest in someone like you with unlimited potential who can bring me huge returns.”

Mephisto has always had a particular fondness for kind souls, perhaps because of that law—you love what you lack. Mephisto is clearly someone who lacks kindness. He likes to collect kind souls, perhaps to make up for his own lack of kindness in childhood, youth, middle age, and old age.

"Ok?"

The young waitress was quite attractive, with a figure and appearance comparable to Hollywood actresses. She was visibly stunned after hearing Mephisto's words.

“I’m so sorry, sir, although I am indeed short of money, I don’t want to sleep with an old man.” The young girl broke free from Mephisto’s oily hand.

The way she looked at Mephisto was very strange.

The girl clearly misunderstood Mephisto's meaning. This is normal; after all, it's common to encounter old men in big cities who, with a little money, want to keep female college students as mistresses. Some old men even start keeping fourteen-year-old girls as mistresses from the age of eighteen.

Similar perverts are not uncommon in cities like New York.

"Ok?"

Mephisto's expression froze upon hearing the girl's words.

“No, no, no, I don’t lack women. I even had a woman carry my child yesterday… Miss Wanda Maximov, what I want to discuss with you is a different kind of deal, a deal involving only money and your future.” Mephisto directly mentioned her name, his tone carrying a hint of seduction.

Ian's ability to unleash the Whisper skill from his clone demonstrates that his eloquence is indeed among the best of the devils. This devil's words brought a sudden realization to the girl named Wanda.

"So, you're the kind of boss who lends money at exorbitant interest rates?" Wanda could tell that Mephisto was well-dressed and looked like a wealthy landowner.

Wanda has encountered many such people, and she doesn't know why, but loan sharks always seem to know she's short of money. More than once, Wanda has felt that her personal information has been stolen and sold. Now, the fact that the other party knows her name so easily makes Wanda even more certain that the credit card company is colluding with these people.

The girl's expression and emotions were captured by Mephisto's eyes.

"No, no, no, I don't do business with low returns. I'm an efficient businessman, so I want to invest some money in your future."

"And the price you need to pay is nothing more than a tiny, insignificant... loyalty." Mephisto was preparing to use his usual methods to set a trap for his opponent.

"what do you want?"

Mephisto's voice suddenly became incredibly pleasant.

"Resurrect your parents? Give your brother the best school? Or..." He conjured a yellowed parchment.

however.

Just as Wanda Maximov was completely bewildered, Mephisto's smile suddenly froze on his face, and his expression changed instantly as if he had delayed sensing something.

"No! My clone! I stayed in that place to capture my future clone!" Mephisto exclaimed in shock, unable to understand why his clone had suddenly lost contact.

Those higher-level beings have already rushed into reality before him! Mephisto quickly closed his eyes to sense, but could only receive extremely vague memory information.

"That Superman...that Superman..." Mephisto's expression turned extremely angry and shocked. The loss of other clones was nothing, but that clone was part of his grand plan!

His plans, which concerned his future status, were ruined by that pawn-like superhero. This is definitely not the kind of story development Mephisto wanted to accept!

"No!! What right does he have?!"

As Mephisto roared, the tables, tableware, and decorations in the fast food restaurant began to vibrate uneasily, and the light bulbs on the ceiling flickered a few times before shattering instantly.

The moment the lights went out.

The young girl, Miss Wanda Maximov, saw the old man's face turning blue and purple. She initially thought it was a heart attack, but to her surprise, his face gradually became contorted and grotesque.

It was a terrifying face that could frighten a twenty-two-year-old to tears.

"Damn..."

Wanda Maximov was so frightened that she backed away repeatedly.

She initially thought it was just another hallucination, as she had been experiencing various hallucinations frequently these past few days. However, as countless bolts of lightning streaked across the sky, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning herself.

I saw.

"Boom!"

Some say that lightning is a localized weather change caused by the devil's anger, while others say that lightning is a reminder from heaven to mankind. At this moment, Wanda Maximov felt it was the latter.

Although the light bulb was broken, she could still see clearly by the lightning. It wasn't that she was hallucinating again, but that the customer in front of her really did have a face that didn't belong to a human!

Horrible, abhorrent, terrifying, like a demon from hell!

The old man's kind face peeled away like melted wax, revealing what appeared to be countless scarlet scales of skin beneath. His silver hair transformed into coiled goat horns, and his blue eyes burned with sulfurous flames.

This is an appearance that no normal human being could accept.

"Ahhhh!"

Wanda Maximov let out an extremely loud scream, and as she screamed, many of the fast food restaurant's appliances and various kitchen equipment exploded.

This had a greater impact than Mephisto's roar.

Her hands uncontrollably unleashed crimson energy, blasting the dining table into a shower of sawdust. Mephisto was thrown back by the shockwave, crashing directly into the cash register.

"What...what's going on? Damn it! What did you do to me?" Wanda knelt on the ground, looking at her hands wrapped in red mist, her face filled with horror.