Marvel: My Sign-in System-Chapter 301 - 292

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Ten minutes later.

In the tavern booths, all the demons who had woken up fell silent. Although they continued drinking and chatting, they kept glancing at the large group of humans from time to time with their peripheral vision. The sight was... unsettling.

It could be said that this was the first time in countless years that they had witnessed such a scene.

Were there really living humans in Hell?

Hell and the human world were two completely different dimensions. However, for certain reasons, two-way passages between them would occasionally open. These passages allowed demons to enter the human world—and, naturally, sometimes humans would accidentally wander into Hell.

Over time, the number of such incidents had grown considerably.

As a result, some truly exceptional individuals emerged.

Most ordinary people who mistakenly entered Hell either perished on the spot or were devoured by demons, their souls ripped from their bodies and subjected to endless torment.

But a rare few—through sheer luck, bravery, or cunning—managed not only to survive but to thrive in Hell.

These individuals were far from weak.

Yet, in the vastness of Hell, they were uncommon. Many demons could go their entire existence without ever encountering such people.

And yet, today, they had.

And they were terrifyingly powerful.

In Hell, strength alone was enough to grant one status.

The demons whispered among themselves as Natasha, now seated in a booth, removed her hood. She glanced at the others lounging on the sofa. After spending the past few days navigating Hell, not only was she not exhausted, but her eyes shone even brighter.

In those days, they had faced numerous ambushes and attempted exterminations.

That's right—exterminations.

Hell was vast, but that didn't mean it was sparsely populated. On the contrary, demons and undead roamed everywhere.

Many even lurked in hiding.

Once, they had come across a seemingly barren mountaintop. But with their advanced perception, they had sensed the presence of at least hundreds of thousands of demons and undead concealed within it.

Living humans in Hell were like exquisite delicacies, radiating an irresistible aroma.

Demons could detect them from dozens of kilometers away.

Driven by insatiable hunger and blind greed, the creatures had swarmed them, eager to feast on their flesh, blood, and souls.

The result?

A single surge of overwhelming force had crushed them all.

If nothing else, their abilities had improved significantly over the past few days.

Sitting in the booth, Sergei pulled back his hood, picked up the glass of wine on the table, inspected it briefly, and then took a sip.

"It's not bad," he said, rolling the liquid over his tongue. "Tastes pretty much the same as what we usually drink."

"Tsk, Sergei, you're really willing to drink that? Who knows what's in it?" Gennady smirked. Despite his words, he too downed the wine in his glass.

Of course, Natasha already knew what was in it.

Before ordering, she had used her abilities to read the bartender's memories.

The drinks were brewed using a certain liquid found in Hell—something that, while possessing alcohol-like properties, also contained special substances that affected demons.

For humans, however, these substances were pure poison.

But with their physical resilience and superior digestion, the trace elements had no effect on them.

Intelligent demons had long lost their appetite for human flesh and blood.

To them, souls mattered far more.

Even if a plate of fresh human meat was placed in front of them, they would likely turn their noses up at it.

As a result, human flesh and blood were not commonly included in regular food or drinks.

Besides, humans were already scarce enough in Hell.

"Finally, some intelligent demons," Pietro muttered, lounging carelessly on the sofa. "The ones we ran into before were nothing more than instinct-driven idiots with blank memories." He downed his drink in one gulp and exhaled.

What was the first thing they did upon arriving in Hell?

It certainly wasn't running around, recklessly picking fights with so-called powerful demons.

That would be an incredibly foolish move.

The smart approach was to proceed cautiously—gather intelligence first, map out Hell's territories, and analyze the power distribution.

Only then would they sort through the information and wait for the right opportunity to complete their mission.

And while they worked toward their goal, they intended to make the process as profitable as possible.

After all, this was unfamiliar territory, and they were like poor kids stepping into a massive city for the first time. What did they need most?

Wealth.

Wealth would grant them resources, influence, and comfort—just as it had back on Earth.

Hadn't they done the same thing before?

A group of children who had escaped from an experimental base with nothing to their names had managed to build everything they now possessed.

From the frozen wastelands of the Ural Mountains, where they had once huddled together in crude wooden shelters, to the sprawling estates of New York, the high-tech sky bases, overseas compounds, and even luxury cruise ships—

They had earned it all.

So why should Hell be any different?

Just as before, they would set their own traps, follow the same tried-and-true methods, and carve out their share of fortune.

And how did they acquire their first batch of soul coins?

Why, through a few well-intentioned demons, of course.

"This place is even more dangerous than we imagined," Natasha murmured.

As Leon's lover, she wasn't as old as Melina, but her status naturally placed her in a leadership role. She was knowledgeable, sharp, and experienced.

Yet, after sifting through the bartender's memories, she found herself genuinely surprised by Hell's true nature.

Leon had once told her that Hell wasn't as simple as it seemed.

But still—

If Leon had managed to defeat Mephisto, then logically speaking, there shouldn't be too many overwhelming threats remaining in Hell.

After all, Mephisto was the ruler of this infernal domain.

Wasn't he?

Yet now, she realized how wrong that assumption had been.

Yes, Mephisto bore the name of Satan.

But he didn't rule the entirety of Hell—only his own vast domain within it.

And compared to the entirety of Hell, his territory was just one large piece of a much bigger puzzle.

The rest had been divided among other powerful demons.

These demons, while perhaps not quite on Mephisto's level, were still immensely strong.

Strong enough that even Mephisto tolerated their existence.

And if he acknowledged them, that meant one thing—

They were not to be underestimated.