Michael is a relatively introverted person. Eighty percent of his awake time is left to experiments and computers, and most of the remaining part is only used to deal with other necessary matters. He has always controlled the communication with people to a minimum, and he never communicates with people beyond necessary.

So far, all the connection between Michael and others was established in the necessary work process. There were always many important things waiting for him to do, so he always felt that there was no extra time to leave for "meaningless" things. It was the same in the past and this life. In the eyes of anyone who knows him, he was a genius with a series of dazzling halos. They always felt that he was the legendary "perfect".

However, the truth is that there is never a perfect person in the world. If you think someone meets this condition, it either means that you don’t really understand him, or he is a dangerous person who is extremely good at hiding himself.

Michael prefers the former. He doesn't want to hide anything about himself, but the halo on him is too dazzling and even covers up himself.

Wanda may be the only exception to date. In the past few months, Michael took a lot of time from his compact schedule to eat, relax and go shopping with her... and these were all meaningless activities that he regarded as valuable time by him in the past.

He agreed to Wanda by chance, and he didn't even understand why.

Probably...it's probably just that she deserves this special.

"Actually, there's nothing," said Wanda. "Although no one said it, everyone likes you very much."

"Because they don't understand. The real me is actually boring."

"No." Wanda smiled and said, "I just think you're pretty good. It's better to say..." She laughed, "...I think this makes you look more real."

After a day of training, Michael finally basically mastered the control of Chaos Magic. The magic he could release was a little stronger than at the beginning, and his control of magic was more accurate - at least it was no longer a problem to raise a cup. (It was just that it was difficult to make it juggle in the air)

"Wow, you are really amazing. You can reach this level in one day." Wanda praised.

Michael put down his hands, his magic took off, and the floating mug fell back on the table.

He shook his head: "It's still far."

"Don't worry, your progress is already fast." Wanda smiled and pulled his arm, "How about going to my house at night? My stupid brother is still waiting for me to go back to cook. Don't look at me like this, I'm still a little confident in cooking. Come together?"

"Okay, then I'll bother."

***

A month passed in a flash, and the few people spent every day in intense training and preparation. On the fifteenth day of the next month, before dawn, Michael brought Wanda to Dum's castle. Dum prepared a secret room specifically underground in his castle. When they arrived, they found that the other two had been waiting there earlier.

Michael glanced at Doum: "Are you ready?"

"100%." ​​Dum said, hesitating for a moment, his low voice slowed down a little, "You know, you may not... have to do this. We can think of other ways..."

Michael waved his hand and interrupted him, "I will not regret it since I promised. The conditions given by Mephisto are very rare, and we may not have a better chance." After a pause, he said lightly, "And I have no intention of leaving my soul in hell. We will win this battle."

Dum closed his eyes and stopped talking.

The technique was already ready, and Doctor Strange made seals with both hands, and the circular decorative patterns on the floor where several people stood suddenly lit up. Light paths formed a huge and complex magic array, and the light gradually switched to a bright red color, just like a flame without temperature burning around everyone's body.

"If anyone wants to quit, this is the last chance." Doctor Strange's eyes swept through everyone, "Again, what we have to do is go to Hell to face Mephisto himself - in the territory of the Lord of Hell. It's a dangerous thing to be close to madness, and I'm not even sure if anyone has done this kind of death-sending action in the past..."

"Repeat these obvious things is a waste of time," Dum said coldly, "or are you starting to fear, Strange?"

"Only fools are fearless, Dumm. But we have done everything that mortals can do, and now more preparations will only become procrastination. But before we leave, I have to emphasize to all of you," said Dr. Strange, "Don't act recklessly, and don't treat caution as cowardice!"

He stretched his arms upwards, and the entire magic circle seemed to burn to the critical point. Endless gravity came from below, as if he wanted to drag everyone's soul into the abyss.

Wanda subconsciously pinched Michael's left hand and looked at him as if he was seeking comfort. Michael looked at the approaching flames at the soles of his feet, quietly waiting for it to swallow his body.

Everything around began to dissolve and melt in the eyes of everyone, and colorful streams began to appear in the flames. Reality began to disappear, and some puzzling and beyond reality began to flash through the vision of several people. Doctor Strange spread his arms, and the holy white light ball wrapped all four people in, like a transparent bubble. They fell all the way in the boundless stream of colored light. After falling as if there was no end, a strange red light finally tore the silent darkness.

They reached hell.

Seraph’s ball of light protected them all. They flew over from a sea of ​​hellfire, crossed the blood-red plain, and finally landed on a small slope of earth.

"No power can stop the glory of Seraph," Dr. Strange raised his hand and removed the light ball surrounding them, "even if it is the enemy from hell!"

"That's great. We just need your momentum, Doctor." Dum narrowed his eyes, opened his palms, and a dark green magic fire lit up in his hand, "because I've already started to smell the stench of hell."

Something is coming.

The eyes lit up in the dark red space, and deformed creatures appeared one after another. As if attracted by the breath of living people, the demons born in hell came closer, endlessly, like a blood-red wave.

"Uh...Doctor?" Wanda asked in a low voice, "Maybe you should consider landing in a deserted place?"

"No. The underworld is unpredictable." Dr. Strange said calmly, "It's not surprising that it's in any position."

Michael raised his hand. The magic circle opened and the armor parts flew out one by one. Within half a meter, the armor of the divine realm had armed his whole body.

"Then let's fight a way out."
Chapter completed!