He was a demon now, aligned with the opposing side!
He did not want to die prematurely in some factional conflict before accomplishing anything great.
Just as he was feeling uneasy, he saw the demon senior Diomedes casually picking his nose with his little finger, then wiping it on his tattered clothes without caring about his image at all.
With an impatient tone, Diomedes said, "Stop yelling. You're not anyone important. Do you think someone will come just because you shout? With a population of ten billion, do you think they can handle that?"
Diomedes's fearless attitude reassured Woo Manyeo. So in the human world, there was no need to worry about angels?
The two demons stood there without moving a single step. They are watching Enzo and waiting for him to calm down before proceeding with the deal.
At the deserted crossroads, Enzo wailed and cried like a ghost for quite a while before finally calming down.
Overwhelmed by fear, he did not notice at all that the two demons were so poorly dressed that they looked like vagrants who had escaped from a shelter.
"What do you want? Power? Fame? Wealth? Talent? As long as you want it, you can obtain everything in this world! Hurry and decide. Not everyone gets such an opportunity."
The demon's whisper was filled with temptation, luring this ordinary middle-aged man step by step toward the abyss of hell.
Enzo waited for quite a while.
These two so-called demons from legend did not harm him at all.
His rationality gradually returned and he remembered what the bar owner had said, that man from ten years ago.
Could it be that the man had cured his terminally ill wife this way?
By making a deal with a demon?
Enzo gathered his courage and asked, his voice trembling, "Anything… anything is possible?"
He saw the small demon glance at the male demon, and the male demon shrugged. "Of course. You could even become the richest man in the world and possess endless wealth."
Having been unemployed for a long time, the thing he wanted most right now was money.
The moment he heard "endless wealth," he did not hesitate and immediately asked, "What's the price? I know it can't be free. There must be a price!"
"After death, your soul will belong to hell. Very fair, isn't it?"
Enzo was already dazzled by the words "endless wealth."
How could he still care about what came after death?
He was not some devout believer anyway.
Even if he went to hell, so what? As long as he lived well in this life, that was enough!
Just as he was about to agree, Diomedes's next words poured cold water over him.
"However… your soul is not worth that much. Hell does not do business at a loss."
Enzo instantly sobered up, remembering that he was dealing with a demon.
A demon!
Not some kind of philanthropist!
The fear in his heart surged up again.
He felt uneasy and did not know how to decide.