"Dear tourists, welcome to this unique journey. We are now standing before a core landmark proudly presented by the Hell's Kitchen Tourism Group — the former residence of Mr. Alex Ray, the Lord of Hell. This is not just a building; it is a monument to the history and legend of Hell's Kitchen. To the locals, it is sacred ground — a place that carries countless stories and profound admiration."
The tour guide raised a small flag to lead the group through the narrow alleys of Hell's Kitchen, his eyes shining with pride as he gestured toward the modest yet iconic Good Luck Restaurant. A local himself, he had personally witnessed the district's evolution.
Once a hustler scrounging for survival by peddling scraps of information on the streets, he now stood proudly in the uniform of Hell's Kitchen Travel Co., Ltd. With a stable job, medical coverage, and warm meals and lodging courtesy of the company, his life had transformed — all thanks to one man.
Alex Ray.
As he recounted his past, his voice trembled with emotion — those desperate days of hunger and hope, weathering one storm after another until fate itself shifted.
With unparalleled courage and intellect, Alex Ray had reshaped Hell's Kitchen. He not only turned a den of chaos into a thriving community but opened a path to redemption for countless people like the guide himself.
His words were filled with gratitude — not hollow praise, but the kind that wells up from the soul, reserved for a man whose sacrifices had changed lives.
The tourists, stirred by his sincerity, looked around in awe.
"So this is where the Lord of Hell, Alex Ray, lived?"
"Huh? The Lord of Hell lives here? It's… kind of rundown."
"No — that just shows how humble he is. Totally down to earth!"
"It's gorgeous! Really gritty, yet charming. Get a picture of me in front!"
"Can we go in and eat?" asked a small child, eyes wide with wonder.
The innocent question echoed among the crowd. Everyone was curious. This was the childhood home of the legendary Lord of Hell, after all. Who wouldn't want to taste the food from his restaurant?
"I heard superheroes eat here too. Is that true?" another asked eagerly.
The guide's eyes twinkled with mischief and pride.
"Yes, quite a few do — Iron Man, for example. The King of Cards. Spider-Man lives nearby, and the Vongola family are frequent visitors. You never know who you might run into here."
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
"But as for whether you can go in and eat… I'm afraid not. This restaurant only serves residents of Hell's Kitchen," he added with a polite smile.
The reaction was immediate — and volatile.
"Why not? This is discrimination!"
"I knew this was a scam! Hell's Kitchen is still just a dump!"
"Refund! Refund!"
"We're customers! Customers are gods!"
Tensions surged. Some of the tourists — particularly a few foreigners — even tried to push past the entrance.
The ruckus drew attention from nearby residents. Elderly vendors packing fruit and street snacks paused mid-sale. Their eyes narrowed. Their hands… subtly reached for objects under their carts.
The tour guide remained calm — unnervingly so.
Then, without a word, he reached into his jacket and drew a small, elegant pistol. With smooth precision, he raised it toward the sky—
BANG!
The sharp crack shattered the noise. Silence fell instantly, thick as concrete.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the guide said, voice even and crisp, "this is Hell's Kitchen. Violence is strictly forbidden. But if you want to bring trouble here… I can't guarantee you'll walk away alive."
The tourists froze. Only now did it dawn on them — this wasn't Disneyland. This was Hell's Kitchen.
And the sweet old vendors? They were now visibly arming themselves.
Seeing the terror on their faces, the guide's expression softened.
"Relax. We've turned a new page. We don't rely on violence anymore. Mr. Alex Ray taught us that. He showed us a better path — that redemption is possible even here."
Then he raised his voice slightly:
"In Hell's Kitchen, there is only one God — and that is Alex Ray!"
"Under his leadership, we've rebuilt our home. We've learned restraint, discipline. We've earned peace. But that doesn't mean we've forgotten how to fight."
The crowd didn't move. Whether they were moved or mortified was unclear — but they weren't going anywhere.
Some clearly regretted signing up for this tour.
"Alright, photos first," the guide announced, checking his watch. "Then we move on to our next stop — Vongola Plaza."
No one moved a muscle.
Then—
"LOOK! IRON MAN!!" someone shouted.
Heads snapped toward the sky.
Sure enough, descending through the air was Tony Stark, clad in signature red-and-gold armor. He landed effortlessly near the group, flashing that trademark smirk and waving as cameras flew out of pockets.
"It's really him! Tony Stark!"
"Oh my god, I can't believe I'm seeing Iron Man in person!"
Kids screamed, adults scrambled to record — everyone suddenly forgot their complaints.
Then a blur zipped by, and Quicksilver appeared, goggles gleaming, arms folded as he gave a nod to the crowd.
Another wave of screams.
"It's Quicksilver! Fastest man alive!"
"AHHH! The King of Cards is here!"
"I love you, King of Cards!!! I want your baby!!"
"There's Spider-Man! Wait—TWO Spider-Men!"
Then came more: Iceman, encased in shimmering frost; Scarlet Witch, cloak fluttering with crimson energy. One after another, the heroes appeared, sending the scene into euphoric chaos.
The tourists were overwhelmed.
"Why are so many heroes gathering here today? What's going on?" someone whispered.
The residents of Hell's Kitchen, however, recognized the signs.
When this many superheroes converged — and in this part of the city — it meant only one thing.
Their king was returning.
And just as the rumors swelled—
A deep voice rang out from behind the tourists.
"What are you all doing at my doorstep?"
Everyone turned.
Standing there, arms crossed, was a man with an unreadable expression — dark eyes gleaming with quiet authority.
It was Alex Ray.
Gasps exploded.
"AHHHHHHH! IT'S HIM! IT'S MR. ALEX RAY!!"
"The Lord of Hell! He's back!"
People screamed, wept, laughed — stunned by his sudden reappearance after six long months.
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