As phisto introduced himself, satellites from the U.S. and other nations quietly locked onto the area.
Following the detected energy anomalies, they captured images of ssiah still present and the sudden appearance of phisto.
The sight of this elderly man in a black suit left many governnts and organizations around the world on edge.
"Who is this now?"
"Another supernatural being?"
Their wariness grew even stronger.
After witnessing the events involving ssiah, the world had developed a deep-seated fear of such supernatural figures.
They wished for all individuals with supernatural powers to disappear-especially ssiah and White Knight-yet they also secretly envied such power.
And now, anyone daring to stand before ssiah had to be either fearlessly reckless or incredibly powerful.
While others speculated, Syd carefully observed the pale-skinned, golden-haired elder in the black suit before him.
In an instant, he recognized who this was-phisto, one of the rulers of the Hell Dinsions.
Syd frowned.
This cunning and treacherous figure was the nesis of countless beings, having tricked and hard more than anyone could count.
The more souls he acquired in Hell, the stronger he beca. Known as the Lord of Lies, phisto often lured mortals into signing soul-binding contracts through deceit.
At his peak, he had even clashed with Galactus.
phisto barely had ti to continue introducing himself when Syd interrupted him.
"phisto, I know you. Lord of the Hell Dinsion." Syd's tone was calm.
phisto froze for a mont, surprise flickering in his eyes.
ssiah knew him?
How was that possible?
Aside from figures like the Ancient One, whose legacies were ancient and steeped in hidden knowledge, how could this young human possibly recognize him?
This young man couldn't have lived long enough to know such secrets.
phisto's smug attitude, rooted in his belief that he was dealing with an ignorant youth, began to waver. He now regarded ssiah with increased seriousness-not just for his power but for the mystery surrounding him.
After a mont's thought, phisto smiled and said, "ssiah, I don't know how you learned about , but it saves so explanation."
"Let's speak frankly."
He smiled again. "As a Lord of Hell, I can accomplish many things beyond human imagination."
"ssiah, tell your desires, and I can help you achieve them."
"For instance, do you wish to eliminate the leaders of human nations? I can do that for you." "Of course, this will require a small price-you'll simply need to do one task for in the future, sothing within your capabilities that won't make you uncomfortable or upset." phisto added with a sly grin, "We can even sign a contract to ensure fairness for both parties."
As a greedy demon and a ruler of Hell, phisto rarely spoke so generously.
He wanted far more than ssiah's cooperation-he wanted ssiah's body and soul. However, he knew that demanding a soul as paynt right away would cause ssiah to reject the offer.
So, he chose a more subtle approach: offer small benefits to gain trust.
Once ssiah grew accustod to the deals or reached a point of desperation, phisto could then demand his soul as compensation.
This tactic had been employed countless tis throughout history, from prehistory to the modern era, and phisto had successfully ensnared countless souls.
This ti, he was confident, would be no different.
While the two conversed, other entities such as Dormammu discreetly observed.
Upon seeing phisto's arrival, their reactions varied-so were frustrated for not acting sooner, while others relished the unfolding drama.
"That old phisto is at it again, trying to deceive soone."
"Do you think this young ssiah can resist the temptation?"
"Unlikely-he's young and inexperienced."
"Right, I should've approached ssiah first. Now it looks like phisto will reap the rewards."
As they watched, Syd's expression remained unchanged as he listened to phisto's offer.
Floating in the air, he slowly circled phisto before speaking.
"phisto, what you can offer doesn't interest . What I desire, you cannot provide."
"And I know you far better than you think."
"Dealing with demons and devils never ends well."
Syd's tone grew sharper. "Didn't you once deceive a young man nad Johnny?"
"That young man asked you to cure his father's terminal illness. You did-but only for his
father to die in an 'accident' a few days later."
"In the end, Johnny gained nothing and lost his soul to you."
Pausing for effect, Syd smirked. "Oh, but he did gain one thing-a Spirit of Vengeance,
turning him into the Ghost Rider."
At those words, phisto's face darkened, shock and anger flashing across his features.
"How do you know about that?"
"You weren't even around back then!"
At that ti, ssiah would've been far too young to know such things.
And Johnny certainly wouldn't have shared such details with others.
phisto couldn't fathom how ssiah knew so much, and his wariness of this mysterious young man deepened.
In the shadows, Dormammu and the other observers were equally stunned.
Not only had ssiah resisted phisto's temptation, but he had also exposed the demon's
sches in detail?
Even revealing events from phisto's past?
"How does ssiah know all this?"
As they watched, Syd remained calm, his voice steady.
"I know far more than you think, phisto. The secrets of this world-there are few I don't
already know."
His words left phisto and the other observers montarily stunned.
But soon, laughter and ridicule spread among the watchers.
"The arrogance of youth-claiming to know everything."
phisto chuckled, amused by the boldness. "Oh? If you truly know about the Spirit of
Vengeance and Ghost Riders, then why don't you tell their origin?"
The question was almost dismissive, a test phisto fully expected ssiah to fail.
(End of Chapter)
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