Chapter 3655

Mephisto's mood is very depressed.

Actually, as early as a long time ago, he had some understanding of the human internet. But at that time, the internet was still a fresh thing. Humans used heavy, bulky computers and had to dial up to get online. Only the wealthiest middle class could roam the internet ocean.

At that time, the atmosphere on the internet was relatively dull. The main body of the internet existed mainly in the form of forums: a poster would post a thread, and a group of people would reply below. This was not a very efficient way of communication, and the content of the exchange was also unremarkable—either technical knowledge in professional fields or sincere requests for help. Everyone was answering properly. This was too boring in the eyes of a devil.

Compared to humans, the life of a devil is far too long. So much so that Mephisto didn't pay attention for a moment, and the human internet turned into an abstract thing he couldn't understand at all.

He just took a nap, and by the time he came back to his senses, everyone had a small mobile phone. There were more than a dozen internet-accessible applications on the phone: forums, long videos, short videos, instant messaging software, etc., all sorts of things. There was even more talk about everything, and some content was so evil that even he, a devil, couldn't bear to look at it.

But this is naturally an internet era that belongs to Mephisto. As the Lord of Hell, he is naturally fond of chaos and evil. And his life form allows it to receive electrical signals sent by humans at any time. Simply put, he has been lurking on the human internet for a long time.

However, lurking before was just for fun. Those inexplicable Jesus jokes humans came up with could always make him laugh out loud, entertaining his boring bedtime hours very well.

After watching for a while, Mephisto considered himself to have some understanding of the human internet. He was no longer satisfied with lurking but intended to post threads himself to spread his faith.

But unfortunately, the missionary experience he had accumulated over the years was simply not useful on the human internet. That's right, before this, Brother Mephisto had already tried to preach online. But the set of things he used to fool medieval believers modern people simply don't believe.

In the Middle Ages, when people had a headache or fever, they would pray to God. If they didn't get better in a short time, people would feel sad and helpless, feeling abandoned by God. At this time, it was Mephisto's turn to appear—devils are best at taking advantage of weaknesses.

He comforted with warm words, coaxed with a patient attitude, and then used a little trick to cure the other party's illness. It was very simple to gain a loyal believer.

Now it doesn't work. For minor illnesses like headaches and fevers, people will buy medicine themselves; even for major illnesses like cancer, they will be more inclined to go to the hospital. Even if they are dying, they actually haven't really believed that God will save them in their hearts. Without expectation, there is no disappointment; without emotions like disappointment and sadness, the devil cannot take advantage of the weakness.

Mephisto tried to send several posts to emphasize that the current King of Hell is Mephisto, not Satan. The people below were all laughing at him, saying he was a "madman whose brain is fried from studying mythology." Most people didn't even want to read that long, rambling popular science. They just wanted to watch the fun.

Mephisto even wrote fan fiction about Jesus and Satan to slander them both at the same time. Unfortunately, heaven didn't follow the devil's wishes; there was a chorus of praise under this post. People who had seen the previous post even said: "If you want to write fan fiction, just write it; using this method to attract traffic is meaningless."

In short, Mephisto felt this wouldn't work.

But he is a devil after all, and devils are best at insight into the human heart. He discovered that the motivation of most people when browsing the internet is different: some want to see fresh things, some are aimlessly scrolling. But most of the time, most people have the same sensing radar. When this radar rings, their nerves will build a high-speed highway between their brains and their other organs, making them prick up their ears and sniff their noses like hounds, starting to sniff out things that can stimulate them with incomparable excitement. This driving force usually comes from "sex."

When this radar rings, no matter the occasion, no matter what they are scrolling, they will immediately turn their thinking to another field, and except for things in that field, they can't see anything—focused, incomparable concentration, simply as if possessed by a devil.

What stimulates this radar to start is not just intuitive pornographic images. The human brain is very magical, and the associative ability is so strong that even a devil can't understand it. Sometimes they are clearly watching some completely unrelated things, but they can associate these things with things related to desire, and then enter the sniffing mode.

Because of this, humans have restrictions on the internet. Certain things that can stimulate this desire cannot be posted directly. And among all the things that can pass the review, people like to look at their beautiful compatriots the most—to put it bluntly, look at the face.

There is a saying that is very good: "Only a devil will have a beautiful appearance. Because a devil needs you to like him, while an angel only needs to focus on practical value, so most angels don't look that good."

Mephisto likes this argument very much. Even in ancient times, he usually didn't need to reveal his true form to fool many believers. But he still preferred to make himself look better.

It's just that human aesthetics change rapidly. In the eyes of a devil with a long life, they liked the thin in the last second, and in the next second, they liked the strong. It is really hard to grasp.

But with the internet, all this has become much simpler. Whose appearance is most popular on the internet basically represents the aesthetics of humans in this era. At least that's what Mephisto thinks.

It just so happened that at this time, his believer contacted him—this believer has always been a trendy person, chasing whatever is popular—which gave Mephisto inspiration, making him choose Schiller, the actor of Dr. Barton, who is currently the most popular on the internet.

Mephisto is the biggest villain in this series of movies, which is indeed a coincidence. It's just because the screenwriter asked Strange a question: "Among all the enemies you have encountered so far, who gives you the most headache?" Strange answered him: "Mephisto." This setting was kept like this.

Thinking of this, Mephisto felt proud. He made Johnny run to the Sanctum Sanctorum eight times a day to bargain, which was really not in vain; the great enemy of the Sorcerer Supreme should be me, Mephisto, the King of Hell!

Mephisto actually went to find the screenwriter first. Because the plot was written by him, he must have Saphir's image in his heart. He used the devil's best method, running into the other's dream to extract Saphir's image.

So it's not that Mephisto added private goods into Schiller's image, but that the image and makeup of Saphir conceived in the screenwriter's mind should be like that. So he became like that.

The human brain mechanism is very strange; for a good-looking person, they will beautify their image in their minds, making them look even better; ugly people are the opposite; every time they think of it, they will imagine the other party as even uglier due to mental trauma.

The image of Schiller in the screenwriter's mind is more handsome than he is himself. And to conform to the identity of "the strongest black magician Saphir," and also to distinguish between the Sorcerer Supreme and the black magician, the screenwriter added many evil temperaments to the image of Saphir in his mind, finally constituting the Mephisto version of Schiller.

After turning into this image, Mephisto went to Schiller first—if you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get the tiger's cub? He had to study what kind of person Schiller is first, so that he could disguise himself as him and be welcomed by fans.

After studying in the high tower for a while, Mephisto decisively decided to walk independently. Schiller's mental state is also a bit too advanced for a devil. He absolutely must not allow two thousand Mephistos to appear in hell!

Then Mephisto went to the director. His idea was also very simple: since I want to act, the director can add scenes for me. Even if he doesn't add many scenes, he can use his professional knowledge to help me adjust the acting route, so that this character can better attract fans. As for the reward, it's all easy to talk about.

And what made Mephisto feel a bit collapsed was that the director's mental state was no better than Schiller's.

When Mephisto invited Chris to visit hell, he was very excited, constantly asking Mephisto: which layer of hell are they on now, where are the three-headed beasts, and whether he can see Charon, the ferryman of the River Styx. He said he wanted to play Dante himself, showing the world his great journey.

Obviously, this great director was once again immersed in the atmosphere of his own artistic creation, not knowing what heaven and earth were.

After finally stuffing him into his palace, Mephisto talked to Chris about his experience. Then this director realized that Mephisto was not the real Schiller.

Mephisto was also shocked that this director seemed to really think that Schiller bringing him to hell was a very normal thing—so what kind of image does Schiller have in his place?

And when Mephisto talked about wanting to play Saphir, Chris looked him up and down, back and forth, left and right, shook his head, and sighed.

Mephisto found it hard to describe his mood at that time. But if he had gone to college, written a thesis, and participated in a defense, he would understand: it's like when a professor gets your thesis, looks at the thesis, looks at you, ignorant and uninformed on the stage, looks at the thesis again, and then sighs.

Chris rejected Mephisto's request.

Mephisto asked him why, and he just said very sadly that he had a disagreement with the screenwriter's creative ideas, and perhaps they couldn't continue to cooperate in the next movie.

Mephisto was naturally very anxious: the director and screenwriter cooperated so well and produced such a popular movie; why are you two breaking up as soon as I want to participate? What if the next movie isn't filmed well?!

He hurriedly asked why. Chris whispered like a madman in the devil's ear, saying that the main reason Schiller could be popular was his unique cold temperament, which was the Saphir he wanted. And Mephisto's villain image full of evil was too classic; even with the same face, it was impossible to replicate such a miracle. And it would completely ruin his shaping of Saphir. He was very shocked that the screenwriter actually wanted to shape such a mediocre Saphir image, and he felt very disappointed, and so on.

Mephisto's mood is very complicated.

(End of chapter)