"He is 187 centimeters tall and weighs 240 kilograms. His body contains amazing energy.
The hardness and toughness of the skin and muscles have reached an almost unimaginable level, and needles and knives cannot even penetrate the epidermis?
There is some unknown biological force field surrounding it that can deflect all forms of physical attacks, and the speed of movement and fist swinging can easily reach Mach 10 or above.
As for destructive power, just one blow shattered the machine we were using to test it?
Damn it, are you sure there's nothing exaggerated about this report?
Why do I feel like I’m describing Superman in the comics?”
Nick Fury sat at his desk and stared at several documents sent by his trusted subordinates, with an expression of disbelief on his face.
Although he had seen aliens and some individuals with supernatural powers a long time ago, the power of the divine monk far exceeded expectations.
Because according to the judgment given in the report, except for the most powerful nuclear weapons at present and the trump card in his hand, there is basically nothing on the entire earth that can threaten and harm it.
Such terrifying and unrestricted power is obviously unacceptable and unacceptable to the entire human society.
Especially those who are in high positions and in power will definitely try their best to bring it under their control.
Whether it is moral kidnapping or brainwashing including ideology.
In fact, Captain America is a typical example of the latter.
Although the propaganda agencies packaged him as a noble patriot and a hero who fought against the evil Nazis, at the beginning the government actually only used it as a propaganda tool to raise war funds.
And later he became famous and became a benchmark and spiritual belief, largely because he "died".
If you are still alive, instead of becoming a hero, you may become a trouble in the eyes of high-level government officials.
As the famous author Mark Twain quipped in his book "Running for Governor."
Whether a person's reputation is good or bad does not depend on what he has done, but on what the country's highest ruling class needs.
If they think about it, even nearly perfect saints will be smeared as heinous beings, while those scum will be described as great heroes who shine with the brilliance of humanity.
This is the charm of journalism and communication, and it is also a kind of manipulation and fooling of public psychology.
Facing the doubts of his immediate superior, Coulson joked in a half-joking tone: "There is nothing wrong with the report, Director. In addition, I think Mr. Balthazar is obviously not a superman. At least his eyes cannot shoot out enough to melt."
It has heat vision of steel, and it shouldn’t be able to fly either.”
"Damn! Now is not the time to show off your sense of humor."
Nick Fury rolled his eyes angrily, and then continued to ask: "How credible is this part about his origin?"
"All I can say is that he passed our state-of-the-art polygraph test perfectly."
Colson smiled bitterly and gave an almost affirmative answer.
Because so far, even the most senior agents who are good at pretending and lying cannot fool the polygraph test 100% of the time.
"So the continent of Faerûn, the planet Toril, magic, and gods marked here are all real?"
Nick Fury raised his eyebrows in shock.
Colson nodded without thinking: "I personally think the credibility is very high.
Because Mr. Balthazar showed us his magic-like abilities, including rapid wound healing, regeneration of broken limbs and internal organs, teleportation, curing terminal diseases that modern medicine is unable to do, resurrecting dead animals and even humans, and many others.
Magic called divine magic.
According to his story, all this stems from his professional monk status and his own bloodline as the Son of God.
It's a pity that we can't draw blood, otherwise we should be able to analyze it from a genetic perspective."
Upon hearing these words, Nick Fury's already dark face became even gloomier.
Especially the two items of curing terminal diseases and resurrecting the dead, even if you think about it with your buttocks, you know that it will definitely cause big trouble.
After all, who among the rich and powerful doesn't want to live longer so that they can continue to enjoy the "happiness" that wealth and power bring.
For this they are even willing to make a deal with the devil.
Just look at the generous investments that billionaires make in relevant research institutions every year.
Even Nick Fury can imagine what a huge disturbance this Mr. Balthazar from another world can cause on the earth.
Thinking of this, he involuntarily raised his hand and scratched the black bald head without any hair, and asked with a frown: "Where is the assessment of the psychological expert? How dangerous is this person?"
Coulson hurriedly replied: "The results of the psychological evaluation are still under discussion, but most experts believe that the target is not in great danger in theory as long as it is not attacked.
The reason why he mercilessly killed those gang members when he appeared was mainly because of the differences in laws and codes of conduct between the two worlds.
In the Faerun continent where Mr. Balthazar is located, no matter in any country or city, as long as you are attacked, you can carry out unlimited self-defense.
The most important thing is that his own mood has been very stable from beginning to end, and even if it caused such a huge commotion, there was no fluctuation at all.
Psychologists believe that this is an ultra-stable personality trait, and the possibility of impulsive homicide or crime is so low as to be negligible.
Anyway, Director, you'd better arrange a formal meeting as soon as possible.
Because we have too much information to obtain, such as how powerful God is, and whether he came to Earth by accident or on a certain mission.
You must know that this is a typical contact of the third type, and we must understand the other party as much as possible in order to make a correct judgment."
"In that case, let's make arrangements immediately. Send a sumptuous meal to our guest first, and I'll go see him in two hours."
Nick Fury quickly made arrangements while rubbing his somewhat swollen head.
Although as a black man, his skin color successfully concealed the dark circles under his eyes caused by sleeping less than four hours a day for a long time, the fatigue could not be concealed.
Since the hyperspace beacon tower sent a large amount of knowledge and information, various supernatural phenomena and strange black technologies have sprung up on the earth.
As the only agency authorized by the Security Council to specifically handle such incidents, the Bureau can be said to be extremely busy.
Not to mention paid leave, many field agents even have to sleep on planes or cars.
What's even more frightening is that many of those who suddenly gain power and knowledge are criminals, antisocial personalities, war victims, regional separatist organizations, religious extremists, etc., and they don't care about the consequences when they go crazy.
At least thirty similar situations have broken out in major cities around the world alone.
In addition, several military bases in the Middle East have been attacked, with casualties in three, four, or even five digits, and even more than half of the aircraft carrier fleet was lost, so much so that the military and Congress both
They began to retreat and wanted to withdraw their troops from those occupied areas.
Even Iron Man Tony Stark almost revealed where he was at one point.
It can even be said that the world has never been more turbulent than it is now.
After all, in the past, as long as a few nuclear powers could sit together and discuss, the order established since World War II could basically be maintained, and even if there was a war in some areas, it would not expand.
But now, even the most powerful countries on earth are facing unprecedented challenges, let alone the other small countries.
No matter which country is suddenly overthrown or replaced by a superpower or an organization that has mastered black technology, it is not worth making a fuss about.
Because this has happened twice in Africa and South America.
Thanks to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s financial resources, it was finally settled after a certain amount of casualties.
Otherwise God knows what will happen.
There is no doubt that this is the chain reaction produced by the massive transmission of knowledge and information from the hyperspace beacon tower, and it can also be regarded as a butterfly effect.
And it is not limited to the earth, the scope of influence spreads to the entire universe, and fierce interstellar wars even broke out in some places.
It's just that this side of the earth is relatively backward and remote, so we don't know what's going on outside.
Of course, these are not what Balthazar cares about.
At this moment, he was sitting in a separate room without windows, tasting the seafood feast provided by SHIELD, observing everything around him with an expressionless face, obviously enjoying the feeling of being in a different world.
.
This is the first time Balthazar has been summoned since he was made into a follower card.
The most important thing is that Zuo Si fulfilled his original promise, which was to appreciate the customs and customs of different worlds.
As a man who was born in Faerûn and has never left the land of swords and magic in his life, he is obviously full of curiosity about the modern metropolises and various technological products on the earth.
It's just that I'm still performing the tasks assigned by the diary, so I can't go around as much as I want.
But it doesn’t matter!
As the son of Baal and a divine warrior monk, Balthazar has eternal life, and his long-term forbearance has endowed him with extraordinary patience, so the word "anxious" never appears in his dictionary.
Along with the leisurely eating, a table full of sumptuous dishes that were more than four times what a normal person would eat was quickly consumed.
When he put down his knife and fork and started to wipe his mouth with a napkin, a female agent who had been waiting for a long time immediately waved to the people next to him to clear the table, and then took the initiative to step forward and said: "Sir, the director wants to have a face-to-face interview with you immediately.
Communicate, what do you think?"
"No problem, let him come."
Balthazar simply agreed.
Because from the time he came to the present, all his actions were carried out according to the planned plan.
As the most important and powerful organization on Earth in the Marvel Universe, SHIELD or Snake Shield is basically an unavoidable person that must be dealt with.
Moreover, this organization is basically a group of masters who are accustomed to domineering. If you want them to conduct transactions and dialogues with an equal attitude, you must first show a power that is enough to make them feel awe and fear.
Diary knew this very well, so he did not plan to be secretive from the beginning, but showed his strength openly and openly.
He wants SHIELD and even the subsequent Security Council to understand that those boring political and diplomatic methods and conspiracies are nothing compared to the overwhelming power he controls.
In this way, although the latter will inevitably become vigilant and defensive, they will never dare to make small moves in private.
It's like the earth didn't dare to have any other ideas from the beginning to the end when dealing with the Asgardian realm headed by Odin.
Therefore, the current role played by Balthazar should actually be regarded as a diplomatic envoy.
About three to five minutes later, with the crisp sound of leather shoes on the ground, Nick Fury and Coulson pushed open the door and walked in from the outside, deliberately sternly putting on a very serious look.
You don't need to ask to know that this is his long-standing habit, that is, he always wants to intimidate the other person with his strong aura when they meet for the first time, and then firmly grasp the initiative in the subsequent conversation.
This is a very simple psychological battle.
Unfortunately, it was of no use to Balthazar, who possessed divine power. He even found this pretentious behavior amusing.
"Hello, Mr. Balthazar from another world, my name is Nick Fury. I am glad that you can cooperate with our work.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! You must know that there are not many people with super powers like you these days who are willing to sit down and talk.
Many people who suddenly gain power will quickly expand their ambitions and always feel that they can do anything, which will lead to terrible tragedies.
To do this, we had to take some extraordinary measures."
Nick Fury deliberately pretended to be inscrutable, and at the same time he also hinted that he had some means of dealing with people with super powers.
"Did your world suddenly start to have a large number of superpowers and all kinds of inexplicable black technologies in the past month or two?"
With just one sentence, Balthazar instantly caused the director's hard-to-maintain image to collapse. He suddenly widened his eyes and asked, "How did you know?!"
"Because all this knowledge and abilities are transmitted through the master's hyperspace beacon tower.
To be precise, it is broadcast to billions of time and space throughout the multiverse.
Of course, this incident itself was the first accident.
But everyone who happens to receive it will have some extra information in their minds out of thin air.
When they put this information of magic or technology into practice, many superpowers and black technologies will naturally be born.
The reason why I am here is to confirm the situation."
Balthazar smashed the opponent's last psychological defense very simply and directly.
After all, SHIELD has a whole set of professional teams, and they have already begun to suspect that the sudden mysterious information is related to the subsequent outbreak of supernatural phenomena and black technology.
But the problem is that they have never found conclusive evidence that the two are related.
However, his naturally suspicious nature did not make Nick Fury believe this statement immediately. Instead, he carefully probed: "What is the hyperspace beacon tower? What does the multiverse refer to? And who is the master in your mouth?"
who?"
Balthazar explained calmly: "The hyperspace beacon tower is a device. You can understand it as a broadcast tower that can connect countless time and space across the dark void.
The multiverse refers to those spaces that are isolated by dark voids. Some are very huge like the universe you are in, while others are relatively small, with only a few star systems.
No matter how powerful ordinary people become, even if they become the supreme true god with the power of creation and destruction, they cannot leave the place where they were born.
But my master is different. He is a planeswalker. He has the power called spark, and he can travel freely in this vast multiverse without restriction.
As for what you want to know about the power and influence the master has...
I can only tell you that, like destroying a planet like the Earth, he can do it thousands of times in one second.
I can do it without him even needing to do it himself."
moment!
There were a lot of sweat beads on Nick Fury's smooth head.
Not only him, but Coulson and others who were listening to this speech had expressions of shock or fear.
Because compared to the indifferent hints made by the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. before, this is a naked and undisguised threat.
After all, the hydrogen bomb, the most powerful weapon currently available to human civilization on Earth, can only grow a few mushrooms equivalent to youth beans on the surface of the planet.
Not to mention destroying the planet, there is a big question mark as to whether it can destroy human beings themselves.
So when they learn that the other party has the ability to easily destroy a planet, they will naturally feel a strong sense of fear, even if the other party does not show the slightest bit of malice.
Seriously unequal strength and status will make the weaker party feel very insecure, like a fish on the chopping board to be slaughtered.
"Can you prove the truth of what you said?"
Nick Fury took a deep breath and forced himself to ask calmly.
He originally thought that he was just facing an individual with powerful supernatural power this time, but who would have thought that it would be an envoy sent by a super power. He suddenly felt that the pressure was so great that it even exceeded his scope of authority.
"It's very simple.
I'll give you twelve hours.
You can report this matter to your superiors and form a delegation.
I will ask someone to take you to visit the place where the master rules.
At that time, you can observe with your own eyes, even use a camera to take pictures, and use various instruments to detect.
Let’s talk about the next part after the visit is over.”
Balthazar calmly threw out the bait he had prepared in advance.
delegation?
visit?
Upon hearing this proposal, Nick Fury immediately exchanged a look with Coulson next to him.
Obviously, they have now begun to believe that Balthazar is not lying or bluffing, and that the whole thing is most likely true.
After all, everyone has made invitations where seeing is believing. If it is fake, it will be exposed quickly.
"Thank you very much for your candor. Please wait, I need a moment."
The director of S.H.I.E.L.D. immediately stood up and nodded, then quickly left the closed room and directly used the emergency contact method to bring his superiors and representatives of the Security Council member states together to prepare for a meeting.
As soon as his front feet left, Coulson, who stayed on the ground with his back feet, smiled bitterly and sighed: "Sir, you are really giving us a huge problem. Because it is too early for the current earth and mankind.
A little bit."
"No, it's not early at all. Believe me, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you."
Having said that, Balthazar ignored the agent beside him, closed his eyes and began to meditate, keeping his soul and body in complete and harmonious unity.
On the other side, in the conference room on the top floor of the building, representatives of the five most powerful countries on the planet were gathering via online video, digesting the report just submitted by SHIELD with shock on their faces.
After several minutes, one of the representatives licked his lips and asked in a nervous tone: "Director, are you sure this is not an April Fool's Day joke?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Nick Fury shook his head directly: "No, of course not.
First of all, today is not April 1st, and secondly I hope this is a joke.
But the problem is that this is reality, and the other party is staying in the safe house right now.
So you should consider the composition of the delegation.
After all, we only have twelve hours.
Considering the possible risks, I suggest that those involved in this operation should be mentally prepared."
"According to what you said, we are in contact with a force that is far superior to our own in terms of actual strength, scale, technology and overall strength?"
The expression of another representative also became serious.
“I think the recent paranormal phenomena that have appeared around the world and the frequent emergence of black technology have proven this.
However, we still have to wait until the visit is over to make a final decision.
Now what we need to do is quickly draw up a list.
There must not only be people who are good at diplomacy and politics, but also experts in various fields.
Since this may be the first large-scale contact with extraterrestrial civilizations and forces in human history, I hope that you can be fully prepared and at the same time abandon the previous fights and unite together."
Having said that, Nick Fury ended the short meeting and rubbed his eyes that had become very dry due to long-term lack of sleep. He looked extremely tired.
"You look tired?"
Alexander Pierce gently patted the shoulder of the subordinate who he lifted up with one hand.
"More than just tired, I feel like my head is about to explode.
do you know?
I originally thought that the frequent occurrences of supernatural phenomena and black technology were enough to cause a headache.
But now I suddenly learn that all of this is just the result of a broadcast accidentally sent by a super power. The feeling of being manipulated and played with at will is simply terrible.
Now I just hope that Mr. Balthazar's owner doesn't have any ill intentions towards us.
Otherwise, humanity may no longer have a future."
While saying this, Nick Fury raised his head and drank the whiskey he had just poured into the glass, as if he wanted to relieve the huge mental pressure in this way.
Although he still has a trump card that he will only reveal as a last resort, but in the face of a force that can casually destroy the earth thousands of times, it may be difficult for this trump card to exert its due deterrence.
"Relax, you're putting too much pressure on yourself. Besides, things haven't gotten to the worst yet, have they?" Alexander Pierce comforted him with a smile.
Nick Fury put the empty cup aside casually and sighed in a low voice: "Yeah, it's not the worst yet, and maybe it's still an opportunity. I just don't know what the price will be..."
"Okay, don't think too much, go get some sleep now. After all, you are the top person in charge of the delegation."
An imperceptible glint flashed in Alexander Pierce's eyes. After saying these words, he turned around and left, heading straight back to his office.
As one of the smugglers of the Hydra organization, his first reaction after hearing the news was not as nervous and panicked as others, but rather unusual excitement.
Because in his opinion, as long as he can seize the opportunity to contact higher-level civilizations and powerful supernatural forces, he can fulfill the ambition of the previous leader of the Hydra organization, Red Skull, to conquer and rule the world.
As for the price to be paid for this...
It doesn't matter at all!
Anyway, the one who ends up paying is not himself, but the civilians under the rule of Hydra.
In this way, twelve hours passed quickly in a hectic rush.
Although on the surface nothing happened, in fact the five most powerful countries behind the Security Council held an emergency meeting overnight and compiled a list of representatives.
Every time a quota is obtained, the military will immediately send helicopters to pick up the people, and then use the fastest supersonic fighter jets to transport the group of experts to the designated gathering location.
When the first ray of the sun jumped out of the sea and hit the earth, the team of one hundred and fifty people finally assembled.
Since they didn't have time to have breakfast at all, they were currently sitting on the ground eating burgers, fried chicken, drinking Coke or coffee, gathering in small groups and discussing the mission in low voices.
Although they didn't sleep all night, no one felt even a little bit sleepy, and both eyes were full of energy.
After all, this is Close Encounters of the Third Kind!
Moreover, the knowledge and technology possessed by the other party are far more powerful than those on Earth.
"Mr. Balthazar, we are all here. When do you think we will set off?"
Coulson took the initiative to ask under the look of his director.
"You can leave at any time. Because he has already arrived."
As Balthazar blurted out the last word, a huge figure that was four meters tall and made of hard rock and metal suddenly appeared out of thin air, startling everyone present.
Before they could realize what was happening, the stone giant bent down and asked angrily: "Are all these people going to be taken away together?"
"Yes, please take out that box." Balthazar nodded slightly.
"knew."
Suddenly, a card appeared in the hand of the stone giant planeswalker, and then a huge portal flashing with blue light instantly stood in the open space.
He stepped forward to release the power of his sparks to the maximum extent, and then the sparks began to resonate with the sparks that were burning all the time on the hyperdimensional beacon tower.
In just a few seconds, a blurry image appeared on the other side of the originally chaotic blue vortex.
"It can be passed now. Move quickly, because supporting this kind of teleportation consumes a lot of energy." The stone giant planeswalker urged loudly.
"Come with me."
Balthazar was the first to take the lead and walk into the blue light curtain.
"My God! What on earth is this...an alien? It seems to have intelligence and can talk!"
One biologist was so excited that his whole body trembled.
After all, biologists have been trying to find non-carbon-based organisms since the conceptual term "carbon-based organisms" was invented.
And the stone giant that was completely transformed by the shimmering oil in front of him was obviously one of them.
If he were not dragged along by other people in the delegation, he would even rush up to talk to them and then do a series of research.
But it is a pity that compared to what we are about to visit next, a mere stone giant planeswalker is obviously nothing.
Nick Fury, who was frightened and almost had a heart attack, even cursed several American-style curses in a low voice before calming down. He took his confidant and beloved general Coulson through the portal to the other side.
Just three to five seconds later, the entire delegation saw a scene they would never forget.
Because the first thing that catches the eye, apart from the towering hyperspace beacon tower, are three newly built Glory Queen-class battleships.
Whether it is the length of thirty kilometers at any time, or the densely packed ship islands like urban clusters, or those macro cannons that can squeeze a building into it, orbital attack arrays, high-energy laser weapons called light spears,
This all stunned the human delegation, who were still playing with an aircraft carrier of only a few hundred meters.
Especially experts in the fields of weapons and military affairs quickly realized that only one such super space battleship could blow the earth to pieces.
As for nuclear missiles, they will probably be shot down and destroyed quickly before they can even leave the atmosphere.
In addition, the super giant space fortress formed by merging several floating cities together also exceeded the limits that the delegation could imagine.
"What, I didn't lie to you?"
Balthazar looked at these big guys who were enchanting, with a faint smile on his face.
Nick Fury, who had lost the ability to speak for a long time, took a deep breath and responded: "The facts are before us. Even if I don't want to believe it, I can't deny the facts I saw. If you don't mind, can you tell me the weapons equipped with these battleships?
How powerful, and how fast can they go?"
"See those broadside cannon arrays?
That thing is used to accelerate a thermonuclear warhead as big as a building to close to the speed of light, and can destroy a continent in just one salvo.
The main cannon can destroy a planet or even a star with one blow, causing a supernova explosion that engulfs the entire galaxy.
As for the high-energy weapon light spear, it can burn directly through the center of the earth and turn a planet into crystal clear glass.
As I said to you before, destroying a planet is not difficult for the master and me.
The number of battleships like this will increase as time goes by.
Maybe there are dozens of ships, maybe hundreds of ships, maybe thousands of ships, as many as the owner needs can be produced here."
Balthazar introduced the weapons of the Glory Queen-class battleship modified by Zuo Simo from beginning to end without reservation.
Suddenly, everyone in the delegation who heard these words began to have dry mouths and sweat all over their bodies.
Especially those who came with political and diplomatic missions, without exception, completely gave up all attempts to negotiate and bargain.
Because the gap is too huge, any small move that may annoy the other party may lead to the destruction of the earth and human civilization.
Such stupid things may be done by small, arrogant and ignorant countries that practice dictatorship, but the big countries in the Security Council will never be so stupid.
"Um...can we visit these space battleships?"
A gray-haired old man cautiously made the request.
Because the Glory Queen-class battleship is so big, it is so big that even the naked eye cannot get a glimpse of it, not to mention the dozens or hundreds of decks inside.
Before Balthazar had time to reply, the diary appeared in front of the delegation via teleportation and said with a smile: "Of course. To express goodwill, I allow you to enter the battleship. But please note that it is absolutely necessary.
Feel free to touch it, otherwise I will not be responsible if an accident occurs."
"you are……"
Nick Fury's eyes revealed strong curiosity.
"I am the top person in charge here, you can call me the manager."
The diary gave a title in a slightly self-deprecating tone.
However, this title is obviously quite appropriate for him who has been mentally castrated.
"Then, Mr. Manager, I would like to know what is the purpose of your sudden appearance on earth? Is it just to show your power?"
Nick Fury got straight to the point and told the biggest question he wanted to uncover during this trip.
Perhaps for those experts, this tour has just begun, and there will definitely be a lot of advanced science and technology behind it.
But for him, the visit was over from the moment he saw the Glory Queen-class battleship.
Under such a crushing advantage, the earth has no ability to resist at all.
The diary pursed his lips and replied with a smile: "Of course not. We will evaluate every universe affected by the hyperspace beacon tower, and then make some corresponding remedial measures."
"remedy?"
Nick Fury keenly grasped a key word.
"Yes, remedy.
Don’t you think that information filled with a lot of knowledge and technology only spreads on the earth?
No, they will spread throughout the universe.
Moreover, some of the magical knowledge has begun to get out of control and is spreading rapidly in the form of a cult.
If we continue at this rate, it won't be long before a terrifying demon is created.
So after evaluating the situation, I decided to contact you to see if I can sign an agreement to prevent the worst case scenario from happening."
The diary began to lie with half-truths and half-falsities.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "You mean... you will provide protection for the earth?"
The eyes of another representative shone slightly.
"Yes, although this is not free."
The diary deliberately pretended to be nonchalant and answered in the affirmative.
"Then what's the price? Gold? Minerals? Or some other scarce resources?" the representative continued to ask with great interest.
The diary smiled and shook his head: "None of them. There is no shortage of resources for us who have several worlds and even universes. As for goods, the things made with your technological level are basically no different from garbage in our eyes.
There is only one thing we need, and that is a soul."
"What?"
"soul!"
"Are you demons?"
"This is absolutely not okay!"
…
Suddenly, the delegation became extremely panicked, and even the SHIELD agents nervously grasped the guns they carried.
Although they knew that this nine-millimeter bullet might not be able to cause even the slightest scratch on the opponent.
"Relax, don't be so nervous.
The soul I am talking about here does not refer to the soul of a living person, but the soul that leaves the body after death.
Whether it is a death row prisoner, a killed terrorist, or a warlord, you can use it for trading.
And the destination of these souls is not as scary as you think.
On the contrary, it is no different from when I was alive."
With that said, the diary directly opened a portal to the ninth level of Baator Hell.
In a blink of an eye!
The boundless bustling cyberpunk city appeared directly out of thin air within the sight of the delegation.
He took the lead directly through the portal to the other side, pointed at the souls queuing at the entrance and introduced: "Did you see it?
These are the souls of mortals after death.
They will not be killed or tortured continuously like in myths and legends, but will enter the city and continue to enjoy nearly eternal life like ordinary people, experience unprecedented excitement, and indulge the latent desires in their hearts.
As long as the rules and laws are not violated, every soul can obtain full freedom.
Even if you are willing, you can vote and join politics here, or you can become a billionaire by doing business with your own intelligence."
"Here... seems pretty good!"
A middle-aged man in his forties glanced at the nightclub on the street not far away. He looked at the guys who were taking drugs, drinking alcohol, and enjoying the services of succubi and tiefling strippers. There was written all over his face.
The word "envy".
One of the succubi, in particular, is constantly changing his race, appearance, age and body shape through transformation magic.
When he turned into a juvenile form, this guy almost couldn't help but break away from the team and rush in.
Although he has achieved extraordinary achievements in the field of scientific research in which he specializes, it does not mean that his moral level is very high.
To be precise, in a country and society completely controlled by capital, morality is just a piece of paper wiping your ass.
No matter what kind of charity or donations those rich and powerful people do on the surface, which may give people the impression that they look like shit, some of the things they have done secretly are definitely beyond the imagination of normal people.
Private parties that provide special services can only be considered child's play.
The truly evil, dirty, cruel and disgusting acts are mostly hidden deeply.
For example, children are smuggled and trafficked under the guise of protecting and rescuing children, and then used to satisfy the twisted and pathological desires of some people...