End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

The Gate of Hell is a good skill. It seems to be a life skill, not even an auxiliary skill, but in fact, it can be used as a portal in battle.

When encountering an enemy that cannot be defeated, Russell can get in by himself, or find a way to trick the enemy into it.

The disadvantage is that in a world without hell, it is unknown what lies behind this door.

Now with the devil mobile phone and 24-hour hotline service, it is possible to determine whether the current world has a mythological background at any time.

The most important thing is that you don't have to charge your phone bill!

Russell stepped into hell, and what he saw was a pitch-black continent full of cracks in the red abyss. Endless magma rolled and surged underground, soaking up howling souls.

The black smoke column soared into the sky, and the pungent sulfur smell filled the air, accompanied by desperate wailing and screams, filling every corner of the air.

The high altitude is shrouded in clouds of condensed black smoke, and from time to time, stones wrapped in flames will fall down, which is a very standard hell-style painting style.

Russell shook his head slightly. Compared with the hell he had seen before, the hell in this world was not a little bit worse.

It's not that the area is not big enough, the hell in front of you is vast, the sky and the earth are composed of two planes, theoretically the territory is infinite.

What Russell was dissatisfied with was that the shape of this hell was too ordinary and had no imagination at all.

Don't mention him, ordinary people will know that this is hell at a glance.

For example, when you go on a trip full of joy, when you arrive at the destination, you find that it is no different from other scenic spots and has no special features at all, and your expectations turn into disappointment.

"Ms. Satan is too careless. If you lack imagination, you can read more "Faust" and "Divine Comedy". Even if there is no inspiration, if you use them as they are, they will also promote the attraction of hell tourism."

Russell was holding a thick stack of documents, floating above the black continent out of thin air. He closed his eyes and sensed that he didn't notice Satan's presence.

Drops of black muddy water magnified infinitely in mid-air, and formed an ocean after landing. The turbulent black sea swallowed thousands of miles, submerged the red abyss, crushed and expanded in all directions.

For the infinite hell, this bit of darkness may seem grand, but it is innocuous, whether it is there or not.

But actually,

Part of this hell has already become Russell's territory.

"Stop!"

A voice that contained anger suddenly sounded, and Ms. Satan appeared in midair out of nowhere, dressed in black leather.

"Ms. Satan, if you use your talent in dressing and grooming to manage your business, hell will definitely be much more brutal than it is now."

Russell highlighted the contract in his hand: "I figured it out, after all, it's seven wishes, it's a shame to waste them."

Satan put his hands on his shoulders and shook his head again and again: "With your ability, will you care about these seven dispensable wishes?"

"Of course, why not for free?"

"..."

Russell's words made the corners of Satan's eyes twitch, and he said angrily, "There is no free lunch in this world. No matter whether it is a god or a devil, it is impossible to get something for nothing."

"Equivalent exchange or energy conservation sounds very scientific, and it doesn't fit your devil's personality."

"Shut up!"

Satan couldn't stand Russell's chatter, pointed at him and said, "I don't know where you are a god, but the title of 'Lord of the Dark Dimension' sounds like an enemy of God, come to hell to trouble me What, go find him!"

So cowardly, is it really good to be Satan?

Thinking about the "Satan" encountered in the DC world, and thinking about a group of demon kings in the Marvel universe who broke their heads for the throne of Satan, Russell almost didn't know what to say.

"I want to find him, but I don't know where he lives, so I can only trouble you."

Russell raised his eyebrows and glanced at Satan: "Just now, you told me with your poor acting skills that you work in the same company as him, maybe he is your immediate boss."

It may not be appropriate to place it on Satan and God, but it is true in most cases.

The opposition between hell and heaven is used to teach the world about good and evil, and hell has always been an indispensable part.

In the eyes of man, this is cruel, but in the eyes of God, it is a necessary part of order.

This is not a rule made by God, but a constant law of the universe, just like birth, old age, sickness and death, without which one will not be able to stabilize the balance.

"You want to find God?"

Satan looked at Russell suspiciously: "Are you serious?"

"uh-huh."

After experiencing many universes, Russell has seen two living 'Satans', and there are countless devils, but only God has not once.

He is very eager to trigger a lottery on God. If I remember correctly, God seems to have a skill called 'omnipotence'.

It doesn't matter if the lottery is not triggered, as soon as the white wings light up, everyone is their own, and he has the breath of Gabriel, so he will definitely be able to pass the test.

If it doesn't work, he feels aggrieved, apologizes and admits to being a big brother, and works as a temporary worker in Paradise Company for a period of time.

"Since you want to court death, then I will fulfill you."

Ms. Satan sneered, opened the zipper around the neck of the leather jacket, and took out an iPhone with a pink case from the unknown.

The mobile phone case is in the shape of a pink rabbit, with two long ears and a furry rabbit tail hanging from the mobile phone chain.

The most deceitful thing is that there is an English word written on the phone case - Fairy!

This word can be interpreted as a little fairy or a rabbit, which describes a rabbit that crosses the friendship line between men.

No matter what kind of explanation it is, it is a bit inappropriate to put it on this Satan.

"Wait a minute, your phone..."

Russell raised his hand and shouted to stop, there were too many slots, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

"What's the matter, I have a girlish heart, what's wrong?"

Satan snorted coldly, and gave Russell a fussy look.

"..."

Russell shrugged, the trough had already been spat out by Satan himself, he was speechless.

When the phone dialed, Satan listened to the "Hallelujah" ringtone with a disgusted face, and then put on a sunny smiling face: "Boss, I am... oh, you know, let me figure it out... Wait a minute, what do you mean let me figure it out... Hey! Hey? Hey..."

Ten seconds later, Satan closed the phone in a daze, and looked at Russell even more suspiciously.

"What did God say?"

Russell took two steps forward and asked excitedly, "Which coffee shop did you make an appointment to meet, or the waiting room in heaven?"

"No, he doesn't want to see you, let me buy you a cup of tea, and then... gone."

Satan took the phone back and zipped it up to the end, covering his neck tightly.

"why?"

Russell was dumbfounded, and suddenly thought of a possibility that the God of this world couldn't beat him, so he was discouraged.

The truth is almost the same. God looked at the future. At first he rubbed Russell on the ground, and then Russell rubbed him on the ground.

After the fight, Russell recreated the universe and put the timeline back in place.

In other words, before and after the beating, the process of the world remained the same, the only difference being that he was beaten.

If that's the case, it's fine if we don't meet each other.

...

Hell Satan's palace.

Russell was sitting in the garden with a teacup in his hand, surrounded by lush spring flowers, and not far away was a pink palace, resembling a fairy residence in a fairy tale world.

He was speechless for a while again, he really hammered that the God of this world is not very serious, otherwise Satan would not go astray into this style of painting.

"Lord of the Dark Dimension, do you have any dissatisfaction with my girlish heart?"

Satan changed into a ski suit, covered his whole body tightly, and wore a pair of oversized goggles.

"Is it necessary to cover it so tightly?"

Russell felt deeply uncomfortable, and Satan on the opposite side seemed to be doubting his character, as if he would do something to him if he wore less.

Satan said truthfully: "No way, the boss doesn't want to come forward, which means that I can't beat you. If you have any ideas and put them into action, where am I going to cry?"

"You think too much. I just say it fiercely, but I'm actually more pure than anyone else. If you don't believe me, try it."

"Try what, try to seduce you?"

Satan rolled his eyes: "You are the one who thinks too much, I am a conservative woman, I want to have fun and go somewhere else."

"Conservative! Just you?"

Russell almost spat out the black tea, and squinted at Satan: "I remember when someone first appeared on the stage, he was basically wearing nothing, and he was still taking a milk bath at my house."

"That's for work. If I wear a ski suit, who will believe that I'm a devil? How can I tempt people to sign a contract?"

"It makes sense!"

Russell shook his head, took a sip of the black tea in his cup, and said without giving up: "Why don't we get along first, and then separate if it doesn't fit. Believe me, I have a lot of shining points."

"hehe……"

Satan laughed disdainfully: "How long is this inappropriate for you, one night or two nights?"

Russell pondered for a while, and said sincerely: "Be confident, with your conditions, it will take a week anyway."

Click!

Satan directly crushed the cup in his hand, and said angrily: "Drink your tea quickly, get out after drinking, and never see you again."

"Oh, you invited me to drink tea, I thought..."

"Don't get me wrong, it's just work and entertainment!"

"OK!"

Russell confirmed several times that this is a principled Satan. He did not leave his mind, entered the working state, and moved out a thick stack of contracts: "Ms. Satan, I want to sign a contract with you."

"You're boring, you know that?"

Satan raised his hand and knocked on the contract document: "Since you can find out the exemption clause, you should also know that this contract is a test to test human nature. People who are addicted to desire and fall, their souls will go to hell to suffer .”

"I know, but I want wishes."

"It's useless. The seven wishes seem to be many, and they are all illusory illusions. No matter how you wish, the wish will run counter to your thoughts. To put it bluntly, it is a lie."

Satan took a look at Russell, and continued: "Besides, with your ability, you can realize your wish by yourself, so why bother to look far away?"

Russell sighed and sighed: "It is true to say so, but I just want to make a wish. I am ashamed to say that I have grown up so much, and I have always relied on myself. I am looking forward to the wish of getting something for nothing."

"Then you can't even look for me. My profession is a devil, and every dream that is fulfilled by me has a price."

"About this, I have never quite understood..."

Russell wondered: "Since you are omnipotent and can realize any wish, why did you run away as soon as you met me? Unfortunately, I thought you were a difficult opponent."

"It's my duty to test people's hearts. Omnipotence is just a kind of authority. It doesn't mean I'm good at fighting, understand?"

"not understand!"

Russell raised his finger and pointed to the contract: "I only know that you provide door-to-door service, but you didn't grant a single wish. Today I will leave my words here, and if I don't bring out something practical, I will go crazy."