The skies above New York shifted violently. A massive azure wormhole slowly tore open the void, revealing itself in full.
That deep, dark-blue opening looked like a terrifying abyss leading into the endless unknown. It radiated a chilling aura as it crashed into everyone's field of view without warning.
Around Stark Tower, the dense crowds instantly fell into chaos.
Civilians looked up, saw that horrifying scene, and panicked screams rose one after another, ripping through the air. Fear filled their eyes. Like startled birds, they fled without a second thought, their footsteps frantic and messy, the streets turning into a wreck in moments.
Then, towering, heavily built Chitauri soldiers rode bizarre-looking skiffs out of the wormhole.
They had rough blue-gray skin like a layer of hardened armor. Having just arrived on Earth from space, they roared in excitement and fired their energy weapons wildly in every direction.
Almost at the same time, an even more shocking sight appeared.
Leviathan warships, huge like whales, emerged from the wormhole like ancient sea monsters awakening from myth, gliding forward with oppressive weight.
Almost every Leviathan warship had combat power comparable to a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier.
And beyond that, the Chitauri had also studied magic.
On the deck of a distant Leviathan, a dense cluster of Chitauri sorcerers stood packed together.
Their hands moved rapidly as fireballs burning with eerie red light gathered in their palms.
With a final gesture, the fireballs rained down toward every corner of New York.
And their source of magic was none other than the Hell dimension's strongest demon god: Mephisto.
The moment Harry saw the wormhole open, he swung his wand and tried to use the Mirror Dimension to drag the wormhole into it, blocking the Chitauri invasion at the source.
But he quickly realized the truth: this wormhole had been birthed by the Tesseract's immense power. It contained an extremely pure and overwhelming spatial force of its own. Even he couldn't budge it in the slightest, let alone bring it under the Mirror Dimension's control.
The situation was urgent. Harry didn't have time to overthink. His mind raced, and he immediately adjusted his plan.
He swung his wand again, trying to open a gigantic portal directly beneath the wormhole.
If the Chitauri poured out in a steady stream, they would be swallowed by the portal and sent straight back into the barren vacuum of outer space.
But ideals were grand, and reality was brutal.
Just as the portal formed, Mephisto curled his lips in a mocking smile and snapped his fingers casually.
Ripples spread through the space around the portal—then it shut down rapidly.
Harry wasn't surprised. If this crisis could be solved that easily, it wouldn't be Mephisto's handiwork.
He flicked his gaze toward Mephisto and Apparated right in front of him, instantly entering overload mode, locking down the surrounding area so Mephisto couldn't slip away through space.
Harry seized Mephisto by the collar and lifted him into the air, voice cold as ice.
"You really aren't afraid I'll destroy your dimension?"
Mephisto showed not a shred of fear. Instead, he grinned, shameless and smug.
"Mr. Potter, I told you already. Without my permission, you can't enter my dimension at all. Even if the Vishanti personally intervened, they wouldn't break my defenses so easily.
From the moment you ruined my plan, you should've expected today.
Look at it. Not only can I destroy your planet with ease—before I do, I can also use the cruelest methods to torture your loved ones to death one by one."
Harry's face changed sharply. He ground his teeth.
"What did you do to Uncle Ben and Aunt May?"
Mephisto looked delighted, savoring the rage on Harry's face. Then he deliberately stretched out his words, vicious and slow.
"Nothing special. I just sent a Greater Demon of Hell to pay them a visit. I'm sure it's already at your doorstep. Even if you rush back now, you won't make it in time."
As he spoke, Mephisto lifted a hand and tapped the air casually.
A ripple spread, and a clear image several meters wide slowly appeared beside them.
On the screen was the villa where Uncle Ben and Aunt May lived.
The scene outside was chaos. Neighbors screamed, the peaceful air shattered by panic.
A Greater Demon of Hell, more than ten meters tall, stepped out of a blue wormhole and stood before the villa.
Even though it was covered in wounds—countless gashes all over its body—it still radiated an overwhelming, terrifying pressure.
It simply stood there, and scorching heat poured outward nonstop.
The temperature was so high it seemed capable of turning everything nearby into ash. In only moments, the lawns on both sides of the villa erupted into violent flames.
Mephisto projected the scene on purpose, eager to watch Harry crumble into despair.
He eyed Harry sideways, his pleasure spiking… and then, just as he was about to reach his peak enjoyment, he noticed Harry's reaction and froze.
Harry's response was completely different from what Mephisto had imagined.
The anger vanished from Harry's face, replaced by a mocking grin.
"Mephisto, you don't seriously think I'd have no defenses against tricks like this, do you?
I was hoping to bait a few more Greater Demons, but you're still stingy. Even for revenge, you won't go all-in and burn more dimensional energy."
Mephisto's expression shifted. He seemed to realize something and immediately rejected it.
"The Scarlet Witch? Impossible. Not every Wanda can become the Scarlet Witch!"
"Funny you say that. She is."
The moment Harry finished speaking, a beautiful young woman with scarlet hair stepped out of the villa.
Her voice, carried through the lending system, reached Harry's ear—soft, slightly pouty, with a hint of complaint.
"Harry, Mephisto's such a huge dimensional god. Is that all he's got for underlings?"
Harry didn't hide the call at all. He answered calmly.
"Even one is fine. Every Greater Demon in the Hell dimension is at least Skyfather-level. It only looks weak because it left its home dimension and got suppressed by the guardian array.
So every time one of these dies, it's a massive loss for Mephisto. He's absolutely hurting right now."
"Alright then."
Wanda's mood instantly improved. She walked slowly toward the Greater Demon.
Seeing her approach, the demon didn't care in the slightest. It split its mouth into a grin, revealing fangs smeared with bits of rotten flesh, a cruelty beyond words in its smile.
In its eyes, Wanda was just a fragile human woman—too weak to matter.
It raised an arm high. Sharp claws flashed with cold light, and with a howl of wind, it slashed toward her.
Before it came, its demon god had ordered it to use the cruelest, bloodiest methods Hell had to offer—torture every living thing in that villa to death.
And Wanda was clearly its first target.
So it would start with this human woman. Could she endure Hell's most brutal torments?
It imagined her screaming in despair beneath its cruelty.
That image gave it a sick, twisted thrill, and its grin warped further.
But just as its claws were about to touch the frail human woman—
A voice sounded in its mind.
Demon Lord's voice.
Yet something felt wrong. The sound was distant and muffled, as if it came from unimaginably far away, blocked by an invisible barrier.
Still, by familiarity alone, it barely understood the message:
"Erebus… hurry… get away from there!"
Get away?
From here?
What did that mean?
Was it supposed to abort the mission?
Unwilling as it was, Erebus turned at once. Under Mephisto's old authority, it tried to retreat—planning to use the breach the Tesseract had torn into the guardian array to return to the Hell dimension.
But in the instant it tried to leave, an indescribable dread swallowed it whole.
Every scale on its body stood up. A violent sense of imminent death clung to it like a shadow, and it began trembling uncontrollably.
On instinct, it desperately tried to locate the source of the danger.
And then it realized, in sheer horror, that its body wouldn't obey.
Some invisible force had locked it down completely. It couldn't move.
Even with its gaze fixed, it could still see the source of the threat clearly.
It was the human woman it had just dismissed as pathetic.
Wait…
Erebus stared at Wanda, her entire body wrapped tightly in scarlet mist, and a legend from the multiverse flashed through its mind.
In certain extremely special parallel universes, there existed beings so powerful they defied imagination.
According to the stories, there were human women wreathed in crimson light. They looked delicate, yet they wielded a mysterious power capable of overturning the world itself.
They could twist reality's rules at will, remolding everything that existed.
And throughout the multiverse, these women had a widely known, universal title:
The Scarlet Witch.
Damn it… Mephisto set me up.
He sent me to fight the Scarlet Witch?
Is this real?
That was the last clear thought in Erebus's mind.
Wanda tilted her head slightly. Her slender hand slowly closed.
In the next moment, surging chaos magic erupted, instantly triggering a storm of energy like a world-swallowing tidal wave, engulfing Erebus completely.
Erebus tried to struggle—but it had no power to resist at all. In only an instant, the rules of its body changed irreversibly.
Its flesh and form collapsed into fine black sand, scattering—then vanishing.
All that remained was a soft, pleasant whisper, echoing again and again from nowhere.
"There are no demons here."
Of course. Smiles don't disappear.
They just get transferred.
The moment Erebus was erased from reality by that single sentence, Mephisto's expression turned terrifyingly dark.
His eyes widened, fists clenched, and he roared in disbelief.
"No, impossible! How can a true Scarlet Witch exist in this universe? Every Scarlet Witch must be transformed by the Mind Stone, or an even higher-tier energy, to evolve!
Wait…
It's you. You're lending her magic, and your power is on the same level as Death, or Chthon?
Damn it—how can a mortal absorb power that strong?
Why don't you have your own dimensional universe?
Why aren't you bound by your own power?
Damn it, this isn't magic at all!"
Seeing a dimensional god look that shaken, Tony was utterly confused.
He hadn't been in the occult world for long, so he decided to ask someone more familiar.
Tony poked Thor's chest curiously.
"Do you understand what's going on? Why did Mephisto crack just from seeing his underling die?"
Thor wasn't fully sure either. He hesitated.
"Losing a Greater Demon would hurt Mephisto, but it shouldn't make him lose his composure.
From his reaction… that girl named Wanda seems special, like Harry.
And it looks like Harry's ceiling is higher than Mephisto expected—so Mephisto cracked?"
Hearing the two of them gossiping, Harry felt speechless. He pointed upward, where the Chitauri were already surging out again after the portal disruption, and snapped at them.
"What are you standing around for? Go stop the Chitauri!"
"Oh—right, yeah!" Tony shot upward immediately, launching a barrage of explosives that wiped out the first wave of Chitauri in an instant.
Thor hurled Mjolnir, becoming a bolt of lightning as he charged Loki, roaring, "I'll handle Loki!"
Loki was too strong. The Hulk would've been the best match—but now Thor could only force himself to take that role.
As everyone moved out, Harry reached out and stopped Barton.
"Wait. Barton, you stay."
Barton didn't understand. His combat ability was far below Tony and Thor—he couldn't help much here. Why keep him?
Noticing Barton's tense muscles and nervous posture, Harry soothed him.
"Relax. There's no real danger here anymore. I'm keeping you because I'll need the hellfire magic inside you in a moment."
Mephisto laughed when he heard that.
"You want to use my magic to open a gateway into the Hell dimension? Dream on. If I don't allow it, you can't enter the Hell dimension at all!"
Harry didn't get angry at the mockery. He smiled.
"Who told you I'm the one entering your dimension?"
"Hahahaha! What—are you going to send the Ancient One into my dimension? I'd love that. Plenty of Greater Demons are into that kind of thing!" Mephisto's grin turned even more openly taunting.
But the moment he finished—
A massive slap wrapped in thunder smashed into the side of his face.
Smack!
The force slammed Mephisto down onto the ground. And because this body had been constructed so perfectly, his cheek actually swelled red and his mouth bled at the corner, at least for the moment.
He glared at Harry, hatred in his eyes like blades, as if he wanted to carve Harry into ten thousand pieces.
"You dare humiliate me? Insult a powerful dimensional god?
Even other dimensional gods stronger than me have never treated me like this!
Potter, this is my first time!"
Mephisto had never experienced anything like this before. The shame hit him like a brand.
In the past, whenever his avatar descended on any Earth in any parallel world, all he ever received was fear and terror. He had never been humiliated like this.
"Oh? Then congratulations. Now you have." Harry mocked.
Just earlier, when Mephisto twisted space and shut down the portal, Harry noticed something.
Mephisto's avatar snapped his fingers, sure—but the power that warped space didn't come from the avatar at all.
It was being transmitted from beyond the wormhole.
What did that mean?
This Mephisto in front of him was basically a decoy.
He had barely any power of his own. He could only maintain his existence. Even shutting down a portal required the real body to push power through.
So while he was sick, finish him off—why wouldn't Harry humiliate him now?
Was Harry supposed to wait until he faced Mephisto's real body, lose control completely, and take Earth down with him?
As for whether this would completely offend a powerful dimensional god, Harry didn't care.
Mephisto and Harry were already mortal enemies.
Unlike beings like the "Eye Demon," who were only opposed by circumstance and position, Harry and Mephisto couldn't coexist. One of them would be destroyed.
So hearing Mephisto talk about "first time," Harry's only thought was:
Are you kidding me right now?
After slapping Mephisto, Harry didn't stop.
Mephisto needed this avatar to stabilize his connection to Earth. With his true body feeding it power nonstop, the avatar could heal endlessly. Harry couldn't truly destroy it.
But Harry still attacked viciously.
First, transmitting power to Earth through the Trinity guardian barrier and spending effort to repair this avatar should put pressure on Mephisto. Any strain on Mephisto meant less strain for the Sorcerer Supreme fighting him.
Second, opportunities to beat a dimensional god with zero consequences weren't exactly common.
Third, if Harry recorded footage of beating Mephisto senseless and then sold it to shady dealers in the Crossroads dimension after everything ended, he could make a fortune in universal currency—and disgust Mephisto at the same time.
What?
You think the Crossroads merchants wouldn't dare buy something involving a dimensional god?
Don't be ridiculous.
As long as the profit was big enough, there was nothing those damned Crossroads merchants wouldn't trade.
Harry still remembered the first time the Sorcerer Supreme led him into the Crossroads dimension. The most eye-catching product wasn't anything else—
It was a pair of "original panties allegedly worn by Death."
Death was one of the top existences in the multiverse, far stronger than Mephisto.
If those merchants dared sell Death's underwear at the risk of their lives, then what was there to fear about selling a Mephisto SM video?
For them, it was so easy.
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