Dimensional demons mixed in with Marvel

A famous person once said that we always sow the seeds of our own misfortune.

Now, Tony Stark's troubles have begun, and he's completely unaware of them.

……

Brownsville, New York.

This is the worst place in Brooklyn, and even in all of New York City. It's teeming with flies and shady dealings, violent crime is rampant, and the city has the highest rate of premature death among its residents.

As midnight approached, in a dilapidated red-brick building on a street in Livonia, Whitney Stein nestled on a single sofa, covered with an oil-splattered blanket, staring intently at the image on the black-and-white television.

"It is reported that Mr. Obadiah Stein, former CEO of Stark Industries, went missing and crashed while traveling on a private plane for vacation. His body has not yet been found. The company expresses its deepest condolences and has initiated an internal investigation and handover process."

This is an old news story that has been replayed countless times.

Click.

The scene changes.

It's Stark Industries' news that's shaking the world: Tony Stark's exclusive headline: "I am Iron Man!"

"Hehehehe."

The sound, like weeping and sobbing, echoed continuously in the messy, garbage-dump-like room.

Whitney is Obadiah's only daughter and was once a wealthy heiress who lived a life of extravagance.

Unfortunately, all the beauty was gone, all destroyed on that night four years ago.

The culprit behind all this is Tony Stark, who was raised by his father from childhood and who has devoted even more effort to him than his own biological daughter!

in this way……

How could Whitney not hate?!

"No one remembers my father anymore, but you are the hero who saved the world."

"Heroes, how laughable!"

Whitney's voice was trembling as she gritted her teeth and pressed the remote control again and again.

The videotape was slowly turning, the image flashed again, and the host's emotions were intense and excited.

"Associated Press emergency dispatch: Manhattan has been invaded by an unprecedented alien force."

"This crisis, triggered by the evil god Loki, was ultimately resolved by Tony Stark, the world-saving hero Iron Man, who carried a nuclear bomb into the wormhole and reversed the tide of battle."

It’s ridiculous.

Hero? That word is hilarious! Is the value of being a hero really that low?!

Playboy, arms dealer, death merchant, and so on!

Have all the titles that once made Tony Stark a target of global scorn been forgotten?!

"I can't forget it."

"And I will never forget that you should not try to humiliate me with those pitiful acts of charity."

After her father's death, the hypocritical and disgusting Stark Industries immediately launched a special fund for Whitney.

But so what?!

Both Tony's and Pepper's words of comfort were so fake and disgusting.

Whitney didn't want a single penny of that dirty money; she had only one purpose.

"I will absolutely, absolutely not let you go. No matter what, I will make you die!"

"Tony Stark!!"

Whitney gripped the photo frame tightly; it was the only item in the room that remained intact.

An old group photo shows Obadiah in the center, with her smiling on either side, and a young Tony.

Those beautiful times are like a dream, and we can never go back.

"Clang... clang..."

I'm coming.

When the broken clock hanging on the wall struck midnight.

Whitney's expression suddenly changed.

She swept away the mess on the table and stared intently at the lit computer screen.

Finally, the midnight website that I couldn't log into before was successfully connected!

I will resolve your grudges.

A flash of light appeared, and a line of small characters emerged from the darkness.

"This is... Hell Communication..."

Whitney stared in disbelief; the urban legend she had been searching for had truly appeared.

Death communication that can absolutely grant wishes.

If you fill in your unquenchable resentment here, Hell Girl will appear and cast the person you resent into the abyss of hell.

"The rumors that circulated among the bastards and drunks in Hell's Kitchen after Kingpin's death were indeed true."

Whitney finally couldn't hold back any longer; her face contorted with uncontrollable joy, and she trembled.

perhaps……

To believe such unfounded urban legends, in fact, the self-torture she has endured over the past few years must have truly driven her insane.

"ha……"

He downed the half-empty bottle of beer—which he couldn't tell if it was from yesterday or the day before—from the corner of the sofa.

Whitney let out a long sigh of relief. She stretched her fingers, which had become dry and brittle from years of unkempt living, and began typing one word at a time.

"Tony Stark."

Click.

Delivery successful!

The tiny pixelated hourglass spins in the screen before finally settling into a dark, still state.

"It's done!"

"And then, and then, and then what?!"

"Is he dead, Tony Stark? I killed him. I succeeded, didn't I?!"

As if possessed, Whitney, with her hair disheveled, jumped up from the sofa.

but……

The room was eerily quiet; nothing had happened. It was still the same dilapidated room, and she was still like a maggot.

"How could this be...?"

The indescribable sense of loss caused by the calm after the madness was unbearable for Whitney.

"Is it fake?!"

If this is still fake, she really doesn't know how to get revenge.

"Hell Girl, come out here!"

She screamed like a madwoman until a breeze blew through the room.

"It was you who summoned me."

The calm sound echoed continuously in the narrow space, carrying a strange sense of etherealness.

"I am Enma Ai!"

……

The Hell Girl introduced herself, and just like that, the girl appeared out of nowhere in front of Whitney.

Along with it came a scarecrow tied with a red string, which was handed to Whitney.

"It's true!"

Whitney wiped away her snot and tears, and the true form of the urban legend had appeared.

"I want him dead."

She spoke almost impatiently.

"Untie the red string, and you can form a pact with me; the object of your hatred will be immediately sent to hell."

Enma Ai wasn't in a hurry; she simply explained the cost of the contract in detail, just as she had done in the past.

"Once the hatred dissipates, you will have to pay a price."

"Cursing others to death harms both oneself and others. After entering into the contract, your soul will surely fall into hell and will be unable to go to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. Your soul will suffer endless pain and wander aimlessly for eternity."

One life for another, that's the rule of Hell Communication.

But for Whitney, her life now is the greatest hell.

"I'm absolutely sure!"

There was almost no hesitation.

Whitney grabbed the scarecrow and tore open the red thread that represented resentment.

"I'll trade my life for Tony Stark's fate—may he fall into hell!!"

[A Hellish Request from Whitney Stein: Earn a large amount of Mischief Points]

More than I imagined.

and so……

Is it because the person they commissioned is Tony Stark?!

After a moment's thought, Enma Ai lowered her eyelids slightly and spoke slowly.

"I will resolve your resentment; the contract is complete."

"The resentment has been heard."