Dimensional demons mixed in with Marvel

Chapter 17: Let's Offer Heroes to the Demon Lord!

Hygate Prison, Georgia.

As a private prison, anyone willing to spend money can enjoy a life of luxury here, and the true owner of this place is undoubtedly Warden Albert Rackham.

Standing before the blinds, Rackham stared coldly at the four rows of prisoners before him, like a wolfhound with a forced, insincere smile.

"Listen up, you idiots."

"The first rule is that you must abide by every single one after this one."

"The second rule..."

Rackham walked among the prisoners, squinting as his gaze swept over each person's face and body.

"Only the upright can see God. Since there are no upright people here, God will not listen to your pitiful prayers. So I am his most mean and hateful substitute."

Just then, a light, cold snort rang out in the quiet interrogation room. Rackham stopped in his tracks with interest, turned around and looked at the burly black man with a full beard in front of him, raising an eyebrow.

"The new rule is that you are not allowed to make a sound when I speak."

Before he finished speaking, Rackham delivered a punch to the black man's stomach, a satisfying blow straight to the vitals.

"If you can't stand being hit, then don't cause trouble. I actually have to remind the former law enforcement officer to follow the rules."

"I'm not quite used to my new life yet."

The black man wiped his face, and after being violently attacked in the abdomen, he collapsed to his knees, his body bent into a shrimp shape, sweating profusely from the pain.

"Yes, it's very good. Fortunately, you still have several years to adapt to this place."

Rackham feigned concern by helping the other man up, feeling his bulging muscles, and his plan immediately came to fruition.

Typically, there are three reasons why a law enforcement officer goes to jail: pride, power, and women. Considering the sentence and the crime he's committed, this guy must have angered someone and was thrown in here to die.

Since we can't get out of here anyway, we might as well generate some income for ourselves and use it to make some contributions.

"Look, haven't I found a promising talent?"

Rackham's smile grew even brighter.

……

After a while, at the top floor of the prison.

In a room with an area of ​​more than 150 square meters, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and a faint fragrance filled the air. The neatly arranged bookshelves made it impossible to tell that this was a prison.

"Is this the person you chose?"

"Karl Lucas, a former law enforcement officer, how come I didn't know you were interested in this kind of stuff?"

Justin Hammer raised an eyebrow, smiled, and pushed the coffee toward Rackham, taking a small sip himself as well.

"Try it, these are fresh beans I had delivered today, they taste good."

"That guy is a good fighter."

Lacombe picked up his coffee and said very seriously that he hadn't chosen anyone randomly.

"I told him, 'Do you want to build a king's life with your fists?!'"

"We have some bad boys who are good with their fists, and they make a lot of money here. We hope he can get involved too."

"That's a very good excuse, but he must have refused."

Justin Hammer casually picked up the conversation.

The brutal underground boxing in prison had nothing to do with him; there was only one thing he cared about.

Talent!

He is a truly exceptional talent; only with such exceptional talent can Justin Hammer gain more trading privileges.

"Give me more details about him and a blood sample, if all goes well."

"You can also get more rewards."

[Gained a small amount of Mischief Points from Justin Hammer's desire to make a deal with the devil.]

……

"Sizzle sizzle..."

The TV program suddenly stopped.

The screen began to flicker with static, and then a low-quality video clip with slight noise was played.

"Oh, it's the tenth ring."

Justin Hammer certainly knew that this was the hottest terrorist in recent times.

And the eerie symbols that serve as the organization's emblem.

Occupying the entire screen, against a background of colorful vertical stripes, ten overlapping rings surround the two crossed swords in the center, with incomprehensible words drawn inside each ring.

"People always call me a terrorist."

A mysterious man in a gray-black robe appeared. He wore sunglasses, had a thick beard that reached his chest, and his hands were behind his back. He looked relaxed and at ease.

boom!

In the background, as gunshots rang out, hostages fell to the ground screaming in agony, a stark contrast to the cheers and jubilation of the surrounding crowd.

"But I consider myself a teacher."

"Mr. President, unfortunately, you have only one class left."

"So run away, hide, say goodbye to your children, because no one can save you. Your red, white, and blue attack dog won't do, and neither will the famous Iron Man!"

After a brief but terrifyingly threatening display, the intrusion signal disappeared, and the television returned to normal.

"Idiot."

Justin Hammer delivered a perfect and direct commentary.

"Look at this guy, what's so special about him?"

"Tony Stark's situation is getting worse and worse. I heard he's given up on Stark Industries and handed it all over to Pepper Potts."

Justin Hammer looked annoyed.

"Come on, these days anyone can become a CEO, and even some third-rate villain can declare war on Iron Man."

"You know, I used to have a huge army of robots, but what does this bearded idiot have? Does killing a few people make such a big fuss?"

"And he always steals my TV signal. Did his mother leave his brain in the placenta when she gave birth to him?"

Justin Hammer kept rambling on and on.

He was the only one left in the room; the warden had long since left.

So who is he talking to?!

"Don't underestimate the woman you're talking about, Pepper Potts, Iron Man's woman!"

It wasn't Justin Hammer's voice at all, yet it came out of his mouth.

"Who?!"

"I thought you were going to talk about the Mandarin, but it turns out to be Chili Pepper?!"

Justin Hammer shook his head, then, as if he had a split personality, he reverted back to his old self.

However, he was filled with incomprehensible astonishment at what he had just said.

"Watch the news!"

A hoarse voice, with double syllables, and the TV remote strangely floated up and automatically changed channels.

A news report about a weather disaster caught Justin Hammer's eye, and he frowned.

"A Mediterranean hurricane severely damaged Sardinia in southern Italy yesterday."

"The continuous occurrence of 10-meter-high waves and major disasters has led to landslides and mudslides in many places, and thousands of people have been urgently evacuated to safety."

"Meanwhile, a sudden locust plague has swept through Apulia, Sicily, Milan and other regions, destroying farmland and paralyzing infrastructure. A state of emergency has been declared in the area."

What the hell?!

Who wants to see this stuff? Italy, Sardinia, what does it have to do with him!

Justin Hammer was absolutely furious.

"I can't get out of here, this damn prison, this damn Iron Man."

"There is no way to get bail, and there is no substitute. I will be locked up here for the rest of my life."

"Holy Lord, what do you mean?!"

Justin Hammer was very emotionally unstable; he had maintained a very gentlemanly demeanor, but almost instantly broke down.

"Quiet!"

Suddenly.

Justin Hammer turned to look at the largest floor-length mirror in the room.

What appeared in the mirror was not his reflection, but a transparent, luminous dragon.

That is... the soul of the Holy Lord.

[You have taken over Justin Hammer's body and gained a small amount of Mischief Points.]

In the blink of an eye, their positions changed.

Justin Hammer's eyes blazed with a demonic red light, while his normal self appeared in the mirror, replacing the dragon.

"I know you hate him."

"But I'm here to tell you about Iron Man, the Pepper Potts you mentioned."

"He has ascended the throne!"

ha? !

There is nothing funnier in the world than this.

Justin Hammer even thought he had misheard. Was this old dragon, now just a soul, telling some kind of devilish joke?!

That's just the way it is.

"The Prometheus Manual, which many people have been searching for, has already been used on Sardinia."

"Look..."

As Shendu finished speaking, Justin in the mirror and Shendu in his possessed state looked once again at the news being replayed.

"What is that?!"

Everything is different now.

In the vision shared by the Demon Lord, Justin Hammer saw the truth.

"goat!"

He exclaimed in disbelief.

A four-legged behemoth, a giant goat without feathers or wings, leisurely flies through the storm, circling the thunder in the air.

When the port was attacked, the tornado clearly showed a huge, burning wild boar.

The disasters shown on television are all like this...

"It's God!"

"How laughable, God who escaped from the courtyard, whom humans call the disobedient god!"

And the Holy Lord gave Justin Hammer this title.

That makes sense!

Justin Hammer quieted down, realizing he could encounter the devil in prison.

Then it's not surprising that there are gods in this world.

but……

"Why does Tony Stark get all the good things?"

"If Pepper Potts became queen, then what is he? The king's man?!"

Justin Hammer, in his anger, was amused by his own sudden thought.

"You're not the only one who hates Iron Man."

"Now, destiny has fulfilled its promise, a new demon king has been born, and the true master of America has arrived."

"And what awaits this new king... is sure to be a deadly joke."

A deep, magnetic, husky voice rang out, and the figure of the Holy Lord reappeared in the mirror.

"Justin Hammer, all you need to do is continue to work with me."

"One day we will take back everything that is rightfully ours, Lord, I promise you!"

[Discover a hero who hasn't yet become a hero: Luke Cage, who has just been imprisoned, and earn a small amount of Mischief Points.]

"For example..."

"The guy you found this time is really good."