Chapter 97: Be My Servant for a Day

Charles asked, "Mr. Kino, I would like to know what the other plan is."

"The other plan is that if we fail, I will transfer the mutants to my Hell and let you all live there."

Upon hearing this, everyone present couldn't help but gasp in shock.

Images of Hell, drawn from ancient legends and myths, instantly surfaced in their minds.

In those stories, Hell was always portrayed as a place filled with endless pain, darkness, and terror—an environment too harsh for ordinary people to imagine surviving.

The mere thought of it stirred a deep sense of anxiety in their hearts.

Even if survival were possible, life in such a place would undoubtedly be extremely difficult.

Kino noticed their unease and continued, "Since we have some time, would you like to take a tour of Hell?"

While the others were still hesitating, Logan spoke up.

"Burp! Sure, I've never seen Hell before."

Logan let out a boozy belch, his rough face showing a mix of drunkenness and nonchalance as he swung a half-empty bottle of liquor.

"I would like to see it too," Charles said calmly, his gentle gaze betraying a trace of curiosity.

The others exchanged glances. After a brief silence, they all nodded in agreement.

Kino nodded back and opened a portal in the middle of the conference room before moving through it.

It was then that everyone noticed Kino was sitting in the old wheelchair once used by Professor X.

"Kid, you really like that chair, huh?" Logan quipped, his boozy gaze glinting with amusement.

"Of course. Who wouldn't like a wheelchair with a massage function? The only downside is that its speed is limited to 40 kilometers per hour."

Kino pressed a button on the chair, activating the massaging mechanism, which began to knead various parts of his back.

Hank adjusted his glasses and said, "If it's a matter of speed, I could modify it. It won't take long."

"I would greatly appreciate that, Mr. Hank."

"Consider it done."

Suddenly, Kino noticed something missing beside him and turned his head. Venom was engaged in an intense staring contest with Jean.

When Venom heard Kino call her, she blinked involuntarily.

"Kino, it's all your fault. I lost the staring contest," Venom complained.

"When did you two even start this contest?" Kino asked, rubbing his forehead with an exasperated yet amused expression. No wonder it had been so quiet.

"It started when she kept glaring at me," Venom pointed accusingly at Jean.

Jean, rubbing her eyes, twitched the corner of her mouth. She had assumed the woman was threatening her to stay away from the Demon King, so she refused to back down. Who would have thought it was just a ridiculous contest?

Seeing Venom still fuming, Kino chuckled, "Alright, it's my fault. How can I make it up to you?"

"Hmm..." Venom thought for a moment, a sly glint flashing in her eyes.

"Be my servant for a day, and I'll forgive you."

Charles and the others were stunned. Making the Demon King act as a servant—that woman must be insane. No ruler would allow themselves to be humiliated like that.

Scott's eyes widened in disbelief; Hank's glasses nearly slipped off his nose in shock.

Logan froze mid-swig, his mouth hanging open; Jean furrowed her brows, worried about Venom's audacity.

"It would be my honor, Your Majesty," Kino responded, rising from the wheelchair and offering a graceful bow, entirely unbothered by their astonished stares.

His voice was soft and sincere, as if the entire world had faded away, leaving only him and Venom.

Kino's gaze was filled with warmth and affection, as though Venom was the most precious treasure in his life.

Forget being a servant—he had already knelt before Venom countless times.

Considering how Venom tirelessly tended to him every night, granting his every wish, it only seemed fair for him to serve her in return.

Hearing Kino's answer, a satisfied smile curled on Venom's lips.

"Hmph, that's more like it," she huffed playfully.

As Charles and the others observed their interaction, curiosity and surprise filled their hearts.

Jean, watching the two disappear into the portal, felt a pang of envy. Beneath that envy lay a yearning for such a deep and genuine connection.

Charles smiled knowingly. A ruler who treated his beloved with such care and devotion was indeed rare.

When they stepped through the portal, a refreshing breeze brushed against their faces.

Charles and the others stood in stunned silence, unable to believe their eyes.

This was Hell?

They found themselves on a black stone-paved street flanked by lush green grass that shimmered like emeralds.

Before them stretched a city steeped in medieval grandeur, resembling an ancient and mysterious painting unfurling before their eyes.

Each building had its own distinctive charm—some adorned with exquisite stone carvings, others embellished with stained-glass windows.

Sharp spires pierced the crimson sky like swords. At the city's heart stood an enormous tree with branches that spread like a verdant canopy, shading the land below.

Demons and humans bustled side by side, conducting business in peaceful harmony.

The demons varied in form—some had massive wings, others had skin that glowed like molten lava—yet they interacted seamlessly with humans, who wore expressions of calm contentment.

In the blood-red sky, metallic devices hovered and hummed, occasionally emitting strange lights.

Suddenly, the once-lively atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone—humans and demons alike—froze as if sensing something extraordinary.

Their gazes converged on Kino and his companions. Upon recognizing them, their faces shifted to reverence, and in perfect unison, they bowed their heads deeply.

A thunderous chorus rang out: "Greetings to His Majesty the Demon King!"

Each individual present bent in a display of profound respect.

Charles and the others stood frozen in awe, their minds struggling to comprehend the spectacle.

Kurt, in particular, was struck speechless as he gazed at the demons who bore a striking resemblance to himself. An overwhelming sense of connection stirred within him, as if he had finally found a piece of himself in these unfamiliar yet familiar faces.

"True power is not in ruling over others but in the love and loyalty you inspire."

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