Charles asked, "Mr. Qinuo, I want to know what the other plan is."
"The other plan is that if it fails, I will transfer the Mutants to my Hell, and you all can live there."
Hearing this, everyone present couldn't help but gasp.
All sorts of legends and descriptions of Hell instantly appeared in their minds.
In those ancient myths, Hell has always been depicted as a place filled with endless suffering, darkness, and terror; it is a harsh environment beyond normal comprehension.
Thinking of this, a deep sense of worry welled up in everyone's hearts.
Even if they could truly survive in such a place, their lives would likely be exceptionally difficult.
Qinuo also noticed their apprehension and continued, "Since we have time, would you like to visit Hell together?"
While everyone was still hesitating, Logan spoke.
"Hic! Alright, I've never seen Hell before, have I?"
Logan hiccuped, shouting indifferently, his rough face showing a hint of drunkenness and rebelliousness, a half-empty bottle of wine still dangling in his hand.
"I'd like to visit too."
Charles said, his eyes still gentle, but unable to hide his inner anticipation.
The rest of them looked at each other, and after a brief silence, they all agreed.
Qinuo nodded, opened a portal in the center of the conference room, and moved through.
It was then that everyone noticed Qinuo was sitting in the former Professor X's wheelchair.
"Kid, you like this chair that much."
Logan said teasingly, a hint of a smile in his somewhat drunken eyes.
"Of course, who doesn't like a wheelchair with massage functions? It's just a bit slow, only 40 mph."
Qinuo pressed a button on the wheelchair, and the backrest started moving, massaging various parts.
Hank pushed his glasses up and said, "If it's about speed, I can modify it, very quickly."
"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Hank."
"It's my pleasure."
"Venom, what are you doing?"
Qinuo suddenly felt something was missing beside him, turned his head, and saw Venom and Jean staring at each other.
Hearing Qinuo call her, she uncontrollably blinked.
"Qinuo, it's all your fault, I lost the blinking contest."
"When did you two start this contest?"
Qinuo rubbed his forehead helplessly, his face full of a wry smile; he wondered why it was so quiet today.
"Of course, it started when she kept staring at me."
Jean was rubbing her eyes, her lips twitching.
She had thought this woman was threatening her to stay away from the Demon King, and to not show weakness, she had stared back defiantly, never expecting it to be such a bizarre contest.
Qinuo saw that Venom still looked a bit indignant and smiled, "Then it's my fault this time. How can I compensate you?"
"Hmm?"
Venom thought for a moment, a cunning glint flashing in her eyes.
"You be my servant for one day, and I'll forgive you."
Charles and the others were startled; asking the Demon King to be a servant, this woman was too crazy. No ruler would allow themselves to suffer such humiliation.
Scott's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe his ears; Hank's glasses almost slipped off his nose, his face full of shock.
Logan's wine bottle paused mid-air, his mouth agape; Jean, however, frowned deeply, worried about Venom's audacity.
"It is my honor, Your Majesty!"
Qinuo stood up and bowed slightly, ignoring Charles and their surprised gazes.
His tone was gentle and sincere, as if the entire World at this moment contained only him and Venom.
Qinuo's eyes were as gentle as Water, gazing intently at Venom, his gaze filled with doting affection and care, as if Venom was the most important treasure of his life.
Let alone being a servant, he didn't know how many times he had knelt behind Venom, even if it meant kneeling.
And every night, Venom served him wholeheartedly, fulfilling every request, so it was only right for Qinuo to serve Venom in return.
Venom's face broke into a triumphant smile upon hearing Qinuo's response.
"Hmph, that's more like it."
Venom hummed softly, her tone carrying a hint of satisfaction.
Charles and the others watched Qinuo and Venom's interaction, their hearts filled with surprise and curiosity.
Jean looked at the two who had disappeared into the portal, her eyes full of envy, an envy mixed with a yearning for beautiful emotions.
Immediately after, she followed them without hesitation.
Charles smiled knowingly; such a king, so tolerant of his beloved, was truly rare.
Passing through the portal, a refreshing Wind blew over them.
Charles and the others stared dumbfounded at everything before them, simply unable to believe their eyes. Was this Hell?
They were standing on a street of black bricks, with green grass covering both sides, the grass so fresh and vibrant, as green as emeralds.
Before them lay a city brimming with a rich medieval style, unfolding like an ancient and mysterious scroll.
Every building was unique, some adorned with exquisite stone carvings, others embellished with colorful stained-glass windows.
Spire-topped towers, like sharp swords, pierced the red sky, which burned like Fire.
Of particular note, in the central part of the city, stood an incredibly tall tree, its lush branches and leaves forming a green canopy that overshadowed a large area of land.
Demons and people came and went, coexisting harmoniously, engaging in trade.
The demons varied in form, some with huge wings, others with skin as hot as molten lava, while the people conversed freely with them, their faces radiating peace and contentment.
In the red sky, several metallic devices were operating, occasionally flashing with strange lights.
Just then, the previously bustling and noisy environment suddenly quieted down; the surrounding humans, busy or conversing, and the grotesque demons seemed to sense something simultaneously.
They all, without prior arrangement, turned their gaze in the same direction. When they saw those figures, their faces showed respect, and they quickly lowered their heads, their movements uniform, as if practiced countless times.
Immediately after, a neat and resonant voice suddenly rang out: "Greetings, Your Majesty the Demon King!"
Every person present bowed deeply, showing their respect for His Majesty the Demon King.
Charles and the others were completely unprepared for such a scene and stood there stunned for a moment.
Especially Scott, his eyes wide, gazing in astonishment at the demons before him, whose appearances bore some resemblance to his own.
An indescribable feeling of excitement welled up in his heart, as if he had found some resonance in these strange yet familiar faces.