Limbo.
This hell that Aron first conquered had now changed greatly.
Closer to the Demon City-State, a large number of thermal power plants had been built.
The once chaotic river of magma had been redirected and organized into several regulated lava streams.
New roads had also been built between the demon cities.
Demons carried iron buckets.
Buckets full of magma were poured over new land.
After naturally cooling, new roads were formed.
"If you want wealth! First build roads!"
"Ever since Lord Aron became Satan, our days have been better!"
"Even that corpse-stitching demon from the next village got a new life."
"Zombie demon? Is that the ugly one who sews corpses in the nearby village?"
"That's right, that's him!"
"Now he's got a good job at the grain port!"
"I heard he's acting in lots of horror movies!"
"Oh, when will I get to be in a movie?"
"You?"
"Don't dream. The path of an actor requires a recognizable look."
"Either you have to be ugly, like that corpse-stitching demon that scares other demons just by sight."
"Or you have to be like the succubus next door, seductive, making money off those otaku men."
"Wow, how do you even know that?"
"Are you kidding! I was one of the first demons to go to Earth, Lord Satan summoned me to the top of Mount Makalu. Look, here's my medal."
"Wow!"
Similar conversations could be heard in many places throughout Limbo.
After a stable passage to Earth was established, a massive construction project began in Limbo.
The hellish economy, which had once been in a state where 500,000 demon coins were worth one soul, suddenly flourished and revived.
Of course!
The vast space of Limbo couldn't be developed all at once.
In the depths of hell…
Many unexplored areas still remained.
And currently, in the far north, in an uninhabited region.
The manager of Limbo, Nastir, was speaking to a man who didn't have a single piece of clothing on him.
"So, what did you say you are? A Kryptonian? Superman? Or are you from some DC Universe? Infinite power? Man of Steel? Can you also shoot lasers from your eyes?"
"Yes, yes, that's right."
Clark nodded repeatedly, thinking the demon before him understood what he was saying.
"Tsss!"
Nastir sneered mockingly.
He stretched out his finger and flicked him, knocking Clark to the ground.
"Why don't you just say you can fly too?"
"I actually can fly."
Clark got up from the floor, looking helpless.
At first.
The moment the nuclear bomb exploded, Clark felt the danger.
But it was too late to escape.
He could only endure it with his steel body.
Although he was blown apart and reduced to black charcoal, almost dead.
Thanks to the strong self-healing ability of his superhuman body, he eventually survived.
The only problem was…
Resistance to the nuclear explosion and the final healing process had exhausted his last reserves of energy.
In Limbo, where there was no sun…
Superman — Clark, just like that, had become an ordinary man — Clark.
"I didn't lie to you, Nastir."
"As long as you help me get back to Earth, once I recover under the sun, I'll reward you generously in the future!"
Superman looked sincere and promised Nastir he'd repay his kindness!
Even though asking a hellish demon for help didn't seem like something Superman would do.
Clark no longer cared; the thought that if he didn't return, the DC Universe might be destroyed was enough.
A devil is a devil.
As long as you help me get back to Earth, Clark will be grateful to you!
"Are you an idiot?"
However…
Nastir simply didn't believe Clark's words.
More precisely, the moment Clark said, "I'm not lying to you," Nastir automatically interpreted it as, "I'm lying to you!"
"You think I'm still the old Nastir?"
Nastir said and tossed a book to Superman.
Clark picked it up and looked at it.
On the cover, it said: "Encyclopedia of Anti-Scams – Learn How to Deal with Con Artists."
"???"
Clark looked utterly confused.
"What I'm saying is the truth, Nastir, why don't you believe me?"
"Look at me, do I look like a liar to you?"
Clark pointed to his own face.
As Superman.
Clark wasn't only handsome, but also had a righteous face, the face of a hero.
"…"
Nastir examined Superman's face carefully.
Then sneered.
"Heh, I've seen someone who looks even more righteous than you."
"He's my boss now."
"…"
Clark was completely speechless.
He truly couldn't imagine what kind of person could "educate" the demons of hell to become so suspicious and distrustful.
"Ah…"
"Then at least can you give me some clothes?"
Clark sighed and made a final plea.
But Nastir flatly refused.
"No!"
"The book says scammers gradually break down your defenses through small, seemingly harmless requests."
"…"
Clark was completely dumbfounded.
Just as he thought there was no more hope, a red flash suddenly appeared before him.
"Phew, phew, phew…"
"It's so hot in here!"
"I ran, ran, ran for so long, and finally found you, Clark…"
Flash was drenched in sweat, breathing heavily, and nearly collapsed from exhaustion.
At the moment he found Superman, he could barely stand and almost fell right in front of him.
"Barry!?"
When he saw Flash, Clark was overjoyed.
However, just as he thought he would finally escape this damned hell.
Nastir suddenly reacted.
"I didn't expect you to have an accomplice!"
"A team of scammers, huh!"
The already exhausted Flash hadn't expected this twist.
Nastir grabbed him immediately.
Held him in his hand like a chick.
"Come!"
"Bind these two liars!"
"I'll take them to Lord Satan and demand a reward!"
Nastir waved his hand.
He summoned several demons to tie up Flash and Superman.
"Haha, great success! Lord Satan will surely praise my brilliance!"
Nastir grinned.
While imagining receiving Aron's reward, he carried Superman and Flash one by one and left hell.
...
And then.
Then there was no "then."
At the Avengers headquarters, Nastir was greeted by a series of suspicious looks.
And received an angry glare from his boss, Aron.
After shooting Nastir a furious look,
Aron turned to Wonder Woman with mild embarrassment.
"What, if I say I don't know him, would you believe me?"