He's in Marvel, working behind the scenes.

"Humph!"

Kingpin snorted coldly, strode forward, grabbed a goblin, and tore him in two, letting the blood splatter all over him. The sight was utterly...

"Ah, the devil!!!"

The hellish imps were terrified and scattered.

Kingpin glanced at the fleeing hellish imps, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes, before falling into deep thought.

He had contact with beasts, so he knew a lot about hell.

The creatures of hell are not all as terrifying as they are in myths and legends; they are simply beings from another dimension.

Those hellish imps from before are creatures from the lowest level of hell.

As long as one isn't intimidated by his appearance and legends, even an ordinary human could defeat him. Their only value lies in their extraordinary reproductive ability, making them snacks for the many demons and monsters of Hell.

However, hell contains not only weak imps, but also countless powerful devils and demons.

Human souls are highly sought after in Hell, so much so that countless devils and demons disregard the rules jointly established by the Lord of Hell and Heaven, and try to sneak onto Earth to devour human souls.

Although Kingpin didn't know the specific reason, he knew that he was a hot commodity in Hell.

Without a powerful backer, they will eventually become food for other hellish creatures.

"Are we going to find the beast?"

Kingpin glanced at the monotonous surroundings and frowned slightly.

Hell is vast, corresponding to the entire multiverse or even the super-universe. The domain of just one Hell Lord is comparable to countless individual universes.

Even if he didn't know where he was, it would be difficult for him to find his way there.

Moreover, even beasts cannot be trusted 100%.

His relationship with the Hand was nothing more than one of mutual benefit; even the most basic beliefs were based on self-interest.

"Is this where you call the human soul?"

Just then, a deep voice came from afar.

Kingpin was startled and looked up.

Then, the group of hellish imps that had just escaped came back with a huge monster that looked like it was made of corpses stitched together, wrapped in chains, with a massive axe as big as a door attached to its tail.

"You must know that anyone who dares to deceive the great blasphemer will have their soul annihilated!"

"How could we dare? Look, it's right there!"

The Stitches looked in the direction the imp was pointing and discovered Kingpin's presence.

His eyes lit up immediately, and he excitedly raised his axe, the chains around him rattling. "Great! It's a human soul! I can already smell that delicious aroma!"

"Great blasphemer, please leave us some scraps."

A little devil from hell rubbed his fingers together and came closer.

"Ok?"

The blasphemer glanced sideways and sneered, "Serving the great blasphemer is your honor, yet you dare to ask for something in return? Die!"

With that, he swung his axe, creating a fierce gust of wind that obliterated the dozen or so hellish imps around him.

Kingpin's pupils contracted, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

The mere casual swing of the axe could unleash a sharp hurricane capable of disintegrating and obliterating life; such power was simply beyond my comprehension.

"The human soul..."

The blasphemer stared greedily at Kingpin, his long, fat tongue lolling out as he licked the axe, spitting out copious amounts of viscous saliva. "How long has it been since you last ate a human soul? A hundred years? Two hundred years?"

Never mind, I can't remember anymore.

But now, I can't wait any longer!

The blasphemer screamed excitedly, his obese body lunging forward at a speed that Kingpin couldn't even see or react to, creating a trail of wind and cracking the ground beneath his feet.

"Hey~"

The giant axe stopped overhead, and a fierce wind blew Kingpin tumbling away.

Ignoring the pain, he immediately stood up and looked at the blasphemer... that grotesque, stitched-together creature, standing frozen in place, still wielding its giant axe.

"?"

Kingpin had a question in his mind.

At this moment, the blasphemer's body was dismembered and scattered all over the ground.

"What!?"

Kingpin was surprised, and at the same time he noticed the figure that was revealed after the blasphemer fell to the ground—a full suit of armor, wearing a majestic and cold iron mask, and a green cloak.

"Kingpin?"

The man called out Kingpin's name, his voice tinged with doubt.

"who are you?"

Upon hearing the other person call out his name, Kingpin paused, then asked in confusion, "Do we know each other?"

"I see."

The man crossed his arms and looked down at Kingpin with an air of supreme authority. "I knew you were so weak. Turns out you fell from a universe where even I don't exist."

"Sir, may I ask who you are?"

Kingpin's tone became respectful.

Although the other party's tone and content were very arrogant, Kingpin did not sense any arrogance at all. On the contrary, he felt that it was only natural for the other party to be like that.

This made him realize that this person was in a high position, both in terms of strength and status.

"Its strength has weakened considerably, but its sense of smell remains largely unchanged."

The man didn't answer Kingpin. Instead, he talked to himself for a while before saying, "Listen carefully, my name is Victor von Doom, and I am the King of Latvia. But even if I say so, you don't know me, do you?"

“Yes, I have never heard of Latvia, nor do I know your king,” Kingpin replied humbly after thinking for a moment.

"It doesn't matter, there are always some differences in every universe."

Victor didn't seem to care, then changed the subject to Kingpin, "Speaking of which, how come you went to hell at such a young age?"

Am I destined for hell sooner or later?

Upon hearing Victor's words, Kingpin couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Well, he actually knew all along that he would go to hell sooner or later.

But Victor's words were a bit too much, and he couldn't help but complain.

However, since the other party was a big shot, I tolerated it.

"I was assassinated by someone from the Vongola Family..."

Jin then recounted his experiences in detail.

Victor initially didn't care, assuming that Kingpin had simply stumbled while fighting against other underworld forces. But as Kingpin spoke of the extraordinary power displayed by the Vongola Family, his eyes began to gleam with interest.

When Kingpin mentioned the Box Weapon, an illusion that could become reality if one was deceived, Victor's excitement was barely concealed. He said, "Dying Will Flame, Amplifying Ring, Rinnegan... I've been to many universes, but I've never seen such power."

"So, what do you intend to do?"

Hearing Kingpin's words, Victor regained his composure, looked over calmly, and said, "Kingpin, although we have no personal relationship, in my world we are acquaintances. Meeting you in Hell is a kind of fate. If I were to ignore you and let the hellish demons devour you, I would feel a little guilty."

"so?"

Kingpin realized something and looked at him with anticipation.

"Kingpin, do you want to continue living, or just wander through hell like this?"

"Of course I want to live."

"Then I'll take mine back to you!"

After saying that, Victor reached out and grabbed Kingpin's head. Lightning crackled on his armor as he shrunk Kingpin into a fist-sized ball of light in his hand.

Victor held the ball of light, mimicking a baseball investment gesture.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the blasphemer's body parts on the ground. His gaze flickered. "If I let you go back like this, you might be killed again. Let me give you a little more power!"

After saying that, he reached out and grabbed a piece of the blasphemer's flesh, which flew over and shrank into a ball of light under the pull of the lightning.

Victor clasped his hands together, forcibly squeezing the two orbs of light into a ball, and then kneaded them.

After a moment, feeling the two orbs of light merge into one, he nodded in satisfaction and said, "Kingpin, recall the places you are familiar with."

After saying that, he threw the ball of light into the sky.

"Boom!"

Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky, opening a passage.

After the light sphere successfully flew in, the passage closed.

"That location... is a bit far! I'm afraid I can't get there by my own strength."

Victor lowered his head in thought, then said with a sigh, "Never mind, I've already noted down the coordinates. I'll just build a time machine when I get back."

"Victor!"

Just then, a sharp shriek came from the horizon.

As the shrill whistle pierced the air, the wind rose, clouds surged, and the earth shook.

In an instant, the earth cracked and lava flowed, as if the entire hell was in turmoil.

A god descended, his entire body crimson, his white hair like a demon's, his aura overwhelming.

"Victor, how dare you toy with the laws of life and death!"

Faced with such a terrifying god and demon, Victor looked at him with disdain. "Mephisto, aren't you the one who loves to play with the laws of life and death the most? Compared to you, my game is nothing more than child's play."

"I am a deity of hell, wielding the authority bestowed upon me by the Lady of Death. Who are you?"

"What? Not happy?"

Victor couldn't help but sneer, "If you're not happy, come and hit me!"