Lord of Cinder in American Comics

But they forgot the most basic thing, which is the generation of dimensions.

Dimensions exist on Earth, but they can be merged or created; Dormammu is an example of someone who merged with the Dark Dimension.

Mary Shaw's world was an attempt to open up new dimensions, sacrificing the souls of an entire town to create a world that existed in the shadows of reality.

Frowning, Geralt asked, "How many Fallen Saints are there in the San Venganza Pact?"

Carter Slay reminisced about the past, feigning nonchalance as he said, "Whether it was a few hundred or a few thousand, I've long forgotten. I only remember that when Mephisto sent me to collect San Venganza, the whole town was watching me..."

The ability to manifest one's soul indicates that the soul's quality has reached a certain level, and the title of "saint" represents the strength of that soul.

The Fallen Saints aim to shatter the faith of these people and force them to sacrifice themselves in the opposite direction of that faith. Their souls are even comparable to those of paladins; in Dark Souls, crushing them would yield a vast number of souls.

The thousands of fallen saints' souls were enough for the Blackheart Demon to instantly expand a dimension solely under his control using the authority of hell.

No wonder Blackheart was so keen on this contract; it was a crucial step in his escape from Mephisto.

Seeing Geralt's solemn expression, Carter Slay said, "Now you understand, this contract must never fall into the hands of any demon. Even the slightest chance, and a new hell will be formed..."

Carter Slay reached the door, opened it, and stood there, saying, "Leave. This contract must not be broken. I will not agree to it no matter what..."

After Carter Slay finished speaking, Geralt remained seated, head bowed in deep thought.

Suddenly, Geralt looked up and asked, "What if we could forge a contract?"

Upon hearing this method, Carter Slade laughed and said, "I once had the same idea, but after searching for over a hundred years, I still haven't found a way to forge a contract..."

Before Carter Slay could finish speaking, he was too shocked to speak, as Geralt pulled out a pale, dim orb of light.

As the Ghost Rider, Geralt has the ability to distinguish souls. What Geralt holds in his hand is clearly a soul, a soul on the verge of disappearing at any moment.

Geralt used the fading soul in his hand to draw Carter Slye's attention and said, "Will this work?"

Carter Slay said, slightly dazed, "Yes, but it would require a large quantity..."

Before he finished speaking, orbs of light began to emerge frantically from between Geralt's fingers, quickly covering the entire ground.

Carter Slay hurriedly closed the door to prevent the souls from dissipating in the sunlight. He looked at Geralt and reached out to touch Geralt's face in disbelief.

Geralt slapped Carter Slade's hand away with some disgust and said, "Show some respect, don't get physical!"

Feeling the pain and sensation in his hand, Carter Slade slowly said, "Now I'm sure you're not a demon. I thought only demons collected souls..."

"These are just my spoils of war, proof of the existence of those enemies."

Geralt looked down at the soul in his hand and muttered something, which was only heard by Hill beside him.

Geralt quickly looked up and continued, "Now you can take out the contract and let me see it, right? We at least need to make it look convincing..."

Carter Slay nodded, took the contract from Johnny's arms, held it in his hand, and wouldn't let Geralt touch it, only having Hill take a picture as evidence.

After Hill finished filming, Carter Slay said, "I know of a Hell portal that can take Johnny into Hell to hunt down some Hell demons and use their skin to make indentures..."

Seeing Johnny's eager expression, Geralt couldn't help but pour cold water on his enthusiasm, saying, "Are you sure he'll peel off a demon's skin intact instead of burning it to ashes?"

Johnny, thinking about his uncontrollable state after transforming and the commotion he caused last night, gave up his fantasy.

Carter Slade put on his cowboy hat and said, "Then it's just this old man's turn to make the trip. Hopefully, I can still make it in time!"

Geralt curled his lip and said, "Stop showing off. Just tell me, what properties do you want for the contract? I'll find the items."

Carter Slade, having been exposed, chuckled and tossed the hat onto the table beside him, saying, "It cannot be easily destroyed, and it can bear the power to write Hellish script..."

This requirement is by no means simple; the paper that can bear the writings of hell cannot possibly be found in the human world.

'What can't be easily destroyed? What can't be destroyed... I've got it!'

Geralt instantly thought of a crucial, useless item that kept appearing to attract the undead, but every undead who picked it up would angrily beat their chests and stamp their feet.

Geralt pulled out a glowing pouch, which, judging by its appearance alone, contained some valuable items.

Geralt handed the bag to Hill and asked, "Can you contact a paper mill? We can use these materials to make some paper."

Holding the bag, Hill asked curiously, "What's this?"

"Garbage and waste."

"What?" Hill's voice was somewhat high-pitched as he looked at the glowing pouch in his hand in disbelief.

With a chuckle, Geralt said, "Trash scraps. You can open it and see for yourself if you don't believe me..."

Skeptical Hill opened the bag and emptied its contents onto the table. The exquisite bag indeed contained exactly what Geralt had said.

All that could be seen in the pocket was a haphazardly growing, old wooden stick, white, fluffy material that looked like plastic, and two pieces of tattered cloth.

[Trash scraps: Worthless trash scraps. What would be the reasoning behind carrying something like this around? It's hard for most people to understand.]

Seeing the incredulous look in Hill's eyes, Geralt said, "Go ahead and do it. Trust me, it will definitely meet the standards."

Hill put the trash off the table back into his bag and handed it to the agents at the door. The agents then flew their Quinjet to the nearest paper mill without stopping.

Watching the agent hurry away, Carter Slay quickly added, "And the ink used for writing is usually made by mixing demon blood or water from the River of Hell..."

Geralt waved his hand dismissively and said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I have a replacement too..."

Geralt and Carter Slay, separated by the church, completed a collaboration, but Carter Slay still didn't fully trust Geralt. While waiting, he pulled Johnny aside and whispered the knowledge of Ghost Rider to him.

And so they waited until evening. Hill took the paper from the agent, rubbed the unique paper with his fingers, and said incredulously, "Those garbage scraps actually required the paper mill to use hydraulic hammers and dozens of angle grinders to grind them into powder..."

"That's just garbage scraps!"

Geralt's inexplicable pride made Hill roll her eyes.

Geralt spread the paper on the table and pulled out a clump of black sediment. The twisted sediment looked like thick, gelatinous ink, and just looking at it was unpleasant.

[The Essence of the Human Heart: The proof that the guardians of Eldridge, who has been devouring gods, have fulfilled their mission. The deepest substance within the human heart—the essence of the human heart. It is said that nothing, however profound, will pale in comparison. It is also said that one day it will become the shackles of the world.]

Geralt lay on the table, using a pen made from a twig, dipped in the sediment of human hearts, to trace the San Venganza Pact, occasionally incorporating the souls of those about to vanish into it.

Before long, a brand-new contract appeared in Geralt's hands. The entire contract emitted a faint soul fluctuation, but the number of those soul fluctuations was frighteningly large.

If this contract weren't so new, one wouldn't be able to tell the difference between it and the original simply by sensing it.

Holding the contract, Geralt said to Johnny, who was standing idly by the wall, "Johnny, let's transform. Let's heat this piece of paper to make it look old; it just doesn't feel right without the smell of sulfur..."

## Chapter 269: The Secret of San Venganza

It was already evening, and the sun would soon sink below the horizon. Johnny, eager to try, took a deep breath, and a ball of flame suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Smaller, even smaller, ideally just enough for a cigarette..."

Following Geralt's instructions, Johnny shrunk the flame in his hand to its minimum, and billowing black smoke billowed from his hand.

Geralt placed the entire forged contract on the black smoke, and the smoke alone caused the soon-to-be-vanished soul sealed within to shatter and dissipate.

Fortunately, there were many souls, so the loss was still within acceptable limits.

Geralt simply handed the contract to Johnny and let him scribble on it haphazardly. Anyway, Blackheart wouldn't be able to tell; as long as it had the aura of hell, it would fool the fool.

After completing the forgery of the contract, Geralt dragged Hill outside. Hill was an ordinary person, and staying here would only make her a target for Ghost Rider.

Anyway, everything had been discussed beforehand, so we just need to follow the plan.

In the distance, Hill watched as a huge fire broke out in the cemetery. The roar of a motorcycle suddenly rang out, and then a line of fire shot out from the cemetery and into the distance.

Hill wanted to observe more closely, but unexpectedly a large hand covered her eyes, blocking her vision.

Once Ghost Rider was far away, Geralt lowered his hand and said, "You let your guard down. Why did you let your guard down? I told you not to observe Ghost Rider with your eyes..."

Hill opened her mouth, but still didn't explain. Geralt was right; she had let her guard down. When she was with Geralt, it was as if everything was going according to his plan, and all she had to do was follow it.

If it weren't for the constant appearances of strangers and people from various organizations with different identities and stances during these missions, Hill might have even thought that Geralt had arranged it all.

However, Geralt's actions during the subsequent investigation proved him right, which gradually made Hill lower his guard.

Seeing Geralt leading Carrot away, Hill asked, "Where are we going next?"

Geralt put on his hat, shook his head at Hill, and said, "Not us, just me. I'm going to San Venganza."

During his conversation with Catsley, Geralt also learned about the town that had been corrupted by Mephisto 150 years ago. He felt there was something wrong with the place; there were far too many saints born in one town.

Geralt had no intention of taking her along, and Hill didn't insist either. Ghost Rider still needed to be tracked down, and they couldn't let any danger escape unnoticed.

Having figured out Geralt's whereabouts, Hill nodded and walked towards the waiting agents in the distance.

Geralt's voice came from behind her. He said, "If you encounter danger, remember to take Hawkwood with you. He can hold out until I get there. Uh, it seems he can't move. Then you should run towards him..."

Hearing this and watching Geralt leave in a hurry, Hill smiled and shook his head, seemingly lost in thought.

They sped along, and with his enhanced physical abilities and speed, Robert was now able to carry Geralt to any location on Earth. Since such long-distance missions were rare, Robert excitedly ran like a madman.

It wasn't until late at night that Robert and Geralt finally arrived at San Venganza, this dilapidated town.

Like any abandoned town, it is filled with a sense of desolation and loneliness. But miraculously, the town has retained its basic shape and roads, and even though it has not been tended to for 150 years, it has not been overwhelmed by weeds.

Like in I Am Legend, New York City was deserted for decades, and wildlife and various plants appeared in the town. But here, many times longer, it has retained its original appearance.

Geralt wandered through the town, searching for anything possible, but after searching the entire town, he found nothing amiss.

Radish's voice came from the center of town; it was calling Geralt, a signal that it wanted water.

Before entering the town, Geralt warned Robert not to touch anything. Robert understood Geralt's meaning and waited until he was so thirsty that he summoned Geralt.

There is a fountain in the center of town, and even today, water is still slowly flowing from it.

Seeing the drool gushing from his mouth, Luo Bo greedily licked his big mouth with his tongue, barely managing to hold back.

Geralt went to the radish, patted it comfortingly, scooped up a handful of water from the fountain, and stuck out his tongue to taste it first.

Upon tasting the water, Geralt immediately noticed the problem: in this corrupt land, everything should be decaying.

But the water was sweet and clear, and even contained a trace of purifying power.

If this water vein covers the entire area beneath the town, then the purification process over the past century might allow the town to retain its original appearance.

Seeing Geralt deep in thought, Radish nudged Geralt with his head, as if throwing a tantrum.

"Drink it, this water is drinkable, and it even has benefits..."

With permission, Radish stuck out its big tongue and slurped up the water from the fountain.

Looking at the town, Geralt didn't delve any further. After all, this place was still a battlefield, and if he dug up problems here now, what if Blackheart and Mephisto escaped?

With that in mind, Geralt waited for Radish to finish drinking the water, then led it away. Since it wouldn't run away from the place anyway, he could deal with it later.

They took the same route back, but this time Geralt lacked the novelty and excitement of before. He simply ran quickly with short steps, which meant that Geralt didn't return to the starting point until dawn.