Marvel: Sign-In System – Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit Chapter 77 77: Mephisto’s Confidence

Was Blackheart afraid of death?

Of course he was.

Just like phisto, he was cunning, sinister, filled with greed, ambition, and desire.

But he feared death all the sa.

Because of his rapid growth and his nearly unkillable abilities, he had never held much respect for death. But that didn't an he was immune to fear.

When he truly felt the cold embrace of mortality closing in, Blackheart was terrified. Just as he was now.

"Y-You…"

Blackheart looked at Matthew in horror, trying to say sothing.

But Matthew had already lost patience with demons like Blackheart, who could not provide souls for harvesting.

"Goodbye."

The corner of Matthew's lips lifted slightly as he calmly said goodbye.

The golden cross-shaped light at his fingertip suddenly erupted with dazzling brilliance.

Under Blackheart's horrified gaze—

A terrifying golden laser shot out.

The speed was too fast. The power was too overwhelming.

Blackheart had no ti to dodge or resist.

He could only wait helplessly for death.

Yet in the next instant, a sigh echoed through everyone's ears.

A black vortex manifested in front of Blackheart, completely swallowing the laser beam Matthew had fired.

At the sa ti, a terrifying aura completely different from Matthew's erupted outward, instantly easing the pressure weighing down on Blackheart.

Having narrowly escaped death, Blackheart was both shocked and furious. He reacted swiftly, his figure vanishing like a ghost and reappearing on an open patch of ground dozens of ters away.

This sudden turn of events startled Johnny, Roxanne, and old Carter alike.

Unlike Johnny and Roxanne's shock, however, Carter's face carried deep seriousness.

He recognized the owner of that voice.

Matthew did as well.

Even though soone had interfered and allowed Blackheart to escape his attack, Matthew showed no anger at all. Instead, he remained perfectly calm as he slowly turned his head toward the left.

Seven or eight ters away, beneath a tree, stood a familiar figure.

The figure stood within the shadows, its face impossible to see clearly.

At a single glance, the darkness surrounding him seed alive, as though the shadows themselves could devour one's soul.

Johnny and Roxanne instinctively followed Matthew's gaze. Before the two could react, old Carter coldly spoke a na, exposing the newcor's identity.

"phisto."

"phisto?!"

Johnny and Roxanne trembled upon hearing the na, crying out in disbelief.

The na was simply too famous.

Anyone with even the slightest knowledge of such matters knew exactly what it represented.

A ruler of Hell.

The master of an entire hellish kingdom.

A king and lord ruling over countless demons and vengeful spirits.

"My Rider, I never expected you to hide here. You've hidden from for one hundred and fifty years, and I've searched for you for one hundred and fifty years. Now that I've finally found you… you're already close to death."

phisto slowly stepped out from the shadows, allowing everyone to clearly see his appearance.

He wore a black leather trench coat over a black turtleneck and dress pants, paired with leather shoes. A black round hat rested on his head, while a cane remained in his hand.

Elegant as always, like an old aristocratic gentleman.

His face looked aged, his skin wrinkled.

Yet he possessed a dignity and authority ordinary old n could never have.

Looking at old Carter, phisto revealed a trace of regret, as though lanting the aging of the knight who had once loyally served him.

"That appearance of yours only makes sick, phisto." Old Carter knew exactly what kind of being stood before him, so he did not believe a single word phisto said.

"My old friend, your misunderstanding of runs deep. Still, I look forward to our next eting."

phisto paid no mind to Carter's mockery and rely smiled lightly.

He then turned his gaze toward Johnny and Roxanne before finally stopping on Matthew.

"I was not mistaken before, Matthew. You possess talent far beyond ordinary people."

If Old Carter and Blackheart could sense Matthew's power, how could phisto miss it? As a demon lord from a higher dinsion, he could see far more clearly than they could.

How much ti had even passed since their last eting?

To phisto, whose lifespan was practically endless, it was not even enough ti for a nap.

Yet in that short period, Matthew had grown significantly stronger once again.

phisto was absolutely delighted.

Fast growth. Extraordinary talent.

He was practically the perfect servant—or rather, warrior—of phisto's dreams.

"Compared to last ti, you've beco much bolder this ti, phisto." Matthew replied with mocking sarcasm.

"She and her sorcerers are too busy dealing with their own problems, which just happened to give an opportunity."

phisto did not care about pride or appearances in the slightest. He openly admitted the hidden mockery in Matthew's words.

Then he glanced toward Blackheart, who stood dozens of ters away with uncertainty written all over his face, and chuckled softly.

"Fortunately, my child was able to help."

"Through him, I was finally able to lure you out, Matthew."

"And you think that just because this projection is much stronger than the last one, you can defeat ?" Matthew found it sowhat amusing.

phisto seed to think a little too highly of himself.

Or perhaps he underestimated Matthew too much.

Looking at phisto's confident expression, Matthew suddenly found himself looking forward to the sight of him becoming furious and humiliated later.

Slapping the face of a famous Hell Lord—

That feeling would surely be wonderful.

"The growth of a genius requires ti, Matthew. If I gave you a few more years, perhaps I would not have such confidence. But right now, it still isn't enough."

phisto spoke calmly and unhurriedly, fully displaying his composed aristocratic manner.

Johnny and Roxanne, anwhile, did not dare interrupt with even a single word. They could only hold their breath as they watched the verbal clash between phisto and Matthew.

Roxanne, in particular, felt like she could barely breathe.

A "presence" for an ordinary person is just an aura, but for beings of phisto and Matthew's level, the collision was tangible. An ordinary person could truly feel the pressure, enough to burst blood vessels or cause cardiac arrest.

"Father…" On the other side, Blackheart's emotions were far more complex.

Clenching his teeth, his handso face twisted with rage.

There was anger and fear toward both Matthew and phisto, along with lingering terror from narrowly escaping death.

But in the end, every emotion transford into fury.

At this mont, he felt like a clown.

Crushed by a human.

Toyed with by his own father.

He had heard the conversation between phisto and Matthew, so he naturally understood that all of his previous actions had been watched by phisto the entire ti.

The plans Blackheart believed were his own had rely been tools used by phisto.

And in the end, phisto's goal had never been to kill Blackheart.

It was Matthew.

From phisto's tone and attitude, it was obvious how highly he valued Matthew.

Far more highly than he valued his own son.

And that realization dealt a heavy blow to Blackheart's pride.

phisto seed to notice Blackheart's anger. He casually glanced at him before gently shaking his head.

"Pride and arrogance have caused you to lose your sense of fear."

"And they have also caused you to lose your reason, my child."

"Your self-righteousness made you look down on everything—your father, and even Earth itself."

"And the price for that… is death."

"Rember today's humiliation."