Marvel: Beginning with the Collection of Shinra Tensei

This time, Loki thought he was being clever. He spoke only in his mind. Surely Galacta wouldn't hear him now, right?

Just as this thought crossed his mind, Galacta glanced at him again, her lips curving into a faint smile. Her expression wasn't overtly threatening, but the sheer weight of her gaze made Loki shiver. He quickly shook his head, banishing all thoughts, too terrified to even think further.

Galacta let out a soft hum and turned her attention back to Han Yu.

"That emotionless Mephisto—he can just make another son if I crush one of them. So, I'm afraid you'll have to die, just for now," Han Yu said with a light chuckle.

In the next moment, Blackheart felt immense pressure enveloping him from all directions. Strands of green energy materialized around him, forming a sphere that encased him entirely. The sphere began to shrink rapidly.

Panicked, Blackheart attempted to escape in his soul form. However, the moment his body collapsed to the ground, his soul, too, was trapped within the green sphere, unable to break free.

"What is this thing? Let me out!"

Blackheart's furious roars echoed inside the sphere as he pounded on its walls in vain. Outside, Han Yu remained calm, smiling indifferently as he watched.

As Han Yu's fingers curled into a fist, the sphere shrank smaller and smaller. When his hand clenched completely, Blackheart had been compressed into a tiny ball.

With a casual gesture, Han Yu summoned the sphere through the air into his hand. Tossing it lightly, he heard faint screams from Blackheart inside. Due to the sphere's size, Blackheart's voice had become high-pitched and barely audible, like a toy with its volume turned to the lowest setting.

Han Yu tossed the ball to Johnny and said, "He's not entirely dead. Release him, let him absorb a few souls, and he'll recover. But if you roast him with your Hellfire, he'll be permanently gone."

Johnny hesitated, the flames on his skull flickering faintly—a clear sign of his uncertainty. Was Blackheart really subdued just like that?

Johnny had fought Blackheart for over a month and knew firsthand how powerful he was—not someone to be taken lightly. Yet Han Yu had casually sealed him without breaking a sweat.

It wasn't that Blackheart was weak; it was that Han Yu was overwhelmingly strong.

Without much hesitation, Johnny summoned Hellfire, the flames engulfing the sphere. Blackheart's screams echoed from within, laced with agony.

In just ten seconds, Blackheart was no more, entirely consumed and obliterated.

Johnny was still in a daze after it was over. That was it? It was over so easily? If he had faced Blackheart alone, it would have taken a grueling battle just to inflict any real damage.

"Now, could you please open the gate to Hell? You promised to help me find Mephisto," Han Yu said with a calm smile.

From beginning to end, Han Yu's expression hadn't changed—a faint smile that exuded either foolish ignorance or absolute confidence. It was clear he belonged to the latter category.

Johnny didn't resist further. He'd seen the gap in their strength and knew cooperating was his best option.

Having only had his powers for less than three months, Johnny couldn't hope to challenge Han Yu. If he had fully mastered the Ghost Rider's abilities, he might have been able to trade a few blows, but as he was now, it wasn't even a contest.

"What are you looking for Mephisto for? That guy is cunning and treacherous. Talking to him never ends well," Johnny said as he waved his hand.

Hellfire erupted, transforming into a rectangular structure in front of them. With a sweep of his hand, the fire in the center dissipated, revealing an aged, blood-red wooden door—the Gate to Hell.

"To find someone. Someone who can solve Asgard's problems," Han Yu replied.

Loki couldn't help but glance at Han Yu several times. Along the way, he'd asked about their goal, but Han Yu had kept it a secret, responding only with a cryptic smile that left Loki both frustrated and anxious.

"Then I can only wish you good luck..."

Johnny hadn't even finished speaking when Galacta reached out, grabbed him by the neck, and dragged him through the door without hesitation.

"Wish us luck? No, you're leading the way!"

Han Yu chuckled and shook his head. Galacta's actions saved him from the trouble of convincing Johnny to help. Without further discussion, she had already pulled Johnny inside.

"Let's go," Han Yu said, patting Loki on the shoulder before stepping through the Gate to Hell.

Loki hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and followed.

The bar fell silent again.

If not for the scattered debris, there was no sign that a brief skirmish had just taken place.

The group emerged in a desolate, ruined city. The sky above was dark and tinged with a crimson hue. In the distance, flocks of black birds occasionally took flight, though upon closer inspection, they were skeletal creatures—birds composed entirely of bone.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, interrupted only by faint, blood-curdling wails that echoed from afar. The sound was so distant that it reached them as a barely audible whisper.

"So, this is Hell? My first time here, and honestly, it's such a wreck. You'd think Mephisto, being the ruler of Hell, could spruce up the place a bit," Galacta remarked with a tone of disdain.

Han Yu and Loki, on the other hand, seemed quite intrigued as they surveyed their surroundings. Their expressions showed curiosity rather than fear. They exchanged a glance, nodded in unspoken agreement, and immediately started chasing after some wandering spirits, treating them like playthings.

Johnny sighed and shook his head. It was his first time seeing anyone come to Hell and mock its design so nonchalantly. Most people who arrived here were consumed by terror, screaming and trembling. Yet Galacta was yawning out of boredom, while Han Yu and Loki were each holding a ghost in their hands, as if playing with toys.

The terrifying spirits that would normally send anyone else running in fear were nothing but trivial amusements to Han Yu and Loki.

"I feel like you're treating this as a sightseeing trip," Johnny muttered in exasperation. This was Hell, after all. Couldn't they show at least a little fear or respect for the place? Right now, it looked more like they were tourists.

After ten minutes of toying with the ghosts, Han Yu finally tossed his screaming captive aside and turned to Johnny. "Alright, enough fun. Let's get to business."

Johnny sighed, nodded, and raised his hand. From a distance, his flaming motorcycle roared to life and sped toward them. As it approached, Johnny glanced at Han Yu and the others, who were all empty-handed.

"Are you guys planning to walk the whole way? It's quite far," Johnny remarked.

"Of course not—you're giving us a ride. We'll just sit back and wait until we arrive," Han Yu replied with a grin.

Raising his right hand, green energy surged from the ring on his finger. In an instant, a passenger compartment materialized behind Johnny's motorcycle, seamlessly attaching itself to the vehicle. Han Yu and the others climbed into the makeshift carriage.

"Let's go," Han Yu said cheerfully.

Johnny was dumbfounded. Was this even possible? He had never imagined his motorcycle could be used this way.

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