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In the month since the Goddess of Judgment left, under the so-called "light of freedom," crime once again began to flourish.

In New York—the notorious crime capital—the crime rate surged to unprecedented heights.

But it wasn't just the usual petty gangsters, drug trafficking, or armed robbery anymore.

The most alarming change was the emergence of a new breed of criminals—superhumans.

Unlike ordinary thugs, these individuals wielded devastating powers that far outstripped anything law enforcement could handle.

Fortunately, some superheroes also began to rise, maintaining a precarious balance within the city.

Yet even with their efforts, S.H.I.E.L.D. and Tony Stark found themselves battered and exhausted.

Faced with escalating chaos, Director Nick Fury finally made a decision:

The Avengers Initiative.

He officially proposed the project to Tony Stark.

After reviewing the plan carefully, Tony agreed to join.

Not just him—an unexpected addition was also brought in: Steve Rogers, the legendary Captain of Country M, recently awakened from decades of frozen slumber.

Steve Rogers—the first true superhero in America's history—stood as a symbol of hope and valor.

Alongside them, Fury assembled a few more critical members:

Hawkeye (Clint Barton), a master archer and former comrade of Tony during the Dark Mist incident.

Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff), the brilliant spy who once infiltrated Stark Industries undercover as his secretary.

Tony knew and respected both of them.

Today, at the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Fury called a private meeting among these future Avengers.

But the meeting wasn't to discuss the month's rise in superhuman crime.

It was about something far more disturbing.

Inside the sleek, high-tech conference room, Tony sat slouched in his chair, sipping coffee.

Suddenly, his relaxed demeanor shattered.

He jerked upright, staring at the projection Fury displayed.

"Walter...?! A demon?! Are you kidding me?!"

Tony's voice cracked in disbelief.

Across the round glass table, Fury stood stoically, his one eye sweeping over the assembled team—

Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, and another man, silent and brooding.

Fury tapped his knuckles against the glass surface.

With a beep, a holographic projection flickered to life.

On the screen appeared an eerie, burning skeleton clad in a leather jacket, chains coiled around his torso, riding a motorcycle wreathed in hellfire.

The roaring flames licked the night air as he tore through the darkness.

Wherever he passed, a line of burning fire remained etched on the ground.

The sight of the flaming skull, filled with hatred and rage, made even Tony's heart skip a beat.

Another image flashed:

A man in a purple suit, his face pale and bloodless, his dark eyes cold and hollow.

He turned toward the camera mid-stride.

As his gaze locked onto the lens, the screen abruptly went black.

The final frame froze on the chilling sight of his deathly face.

A subtle mist of black fog surrounded him, sending a shiver down everyone's spine.

Barton and Tony exchanged grim looks.

The black mist... it was hauntingly familiar.

Tony frowned.

"What's the connection with Barcelona?" he asked sharply.

Fury's expression darkened.

"We don't know yet. But this man—this demon—first appeared about half a month ago."

Another beep.

The hologram changed again.

Now it showed a secure S.H.I.E.L.D. base, brightly lit.

Stone slabs etched with strange symbols covered the floor.

The ground was slick with blood.

Dozens of agents in white protective suits lay lifeless across the floor.

Some had been mutilated so badly they were unrecognizable.

The camera zoomed in on a single figure standing before the stone slab—

the man in the purple suit.

"This was our Texas branch," Fury said grimly.

"He wiped out the entire facility. Every agent's body showed signs of severe internal combustion—eyes turned to charcoal."

"And some bodies were never recovered at all."

A heavy silence filled the room.

Even Tony, who was rarely fazed, looked sickened.

Captain Rogers, used to the horrors of war, remained stoic but tightened his fists under the table.

Tony finally spoke, anger crackling in his voice.

"You're still messing around with those cursed artifacts?"

He slammed his palm on the glass table.

"The Goddess of Judgment warned you. Researching dark magic will only lead to catastrophe!"

Fury's jaw tightened.

"Tony, you know it's not entirely within my control."

Bang!

Tony punched the table harder.

"Those damned politicians are going to end the world sooner or later!"

Memories of the Dark Mist incident flooded his mind.

Back then, demons and undead nearly tore reality apart.

If not for Bella—the Goddess of Judgment—and their desperate use of the Holy Light Stone weapon, Earth would have fallen.

Physical death wasn't the worst fate.

Even the soul would have been devoured.

And now—

Now a new demon had surfaced.

More mysterious, more dangerous.

Steve Rogers, still adapting to the madness of the modern world, looked puzzled but curious.

"A demon? Ghosts? And who exactly is that flaming skeleton rider?"

Barton and Natasha shrugged almost in unison, silently conveying: We have no idea either.

Finally, the quiet man at the table—the one with a rugged, weathered look—spoke up.

His voice was low but firm:

"That's the Ghost Rider."

Everyone turned to him.

"Originally, he was Johnny Blaze, a motorcycle stuntman."

"In a desperate bid to save his adoptive father from cancer, he made a deal with the demon Mephisto."

"In exchange, he gained the power of Hellfire, the ability to judge souls through the Eye of Judgment."

Tony quickly ran a background check on him via J.A.R.V.I.S.

It confirmed what Fury had hinted:

Johnny Blaze was no ordinary man.

Tony leaned forward, intrigued.

"Judging evil... you're kind of similar to the Goddess of Judgment, aren't you?"

Johnny gave a humorless smile.

"Maybe. But the price was my soul. Eventually, I will become nothing more than Mephisto's slave."

The bitterness in his voice was unmistakable.

Natasha Romanoff raised an eyebrow.

"Wait, wait—" she said incredulously.

"You're telling me the King of Demons made a deal... and was actually generous?"

Johnny snorted.

"Generous? No. He always collects his debt. It's only a matter of time."

Tony whistled lowly.

"Wow. Still trading souls like it's the colonial era, huh?"

Then he grew serious again.

"But what does all this have to do with the current situation?"

Johnny's expression darkened.

"I don't know yet."

"But I suspect everything ties back to the San Venganza Contract."

"San Venganza...?"

Rogers, Barton, and Natasha leaned in closer, frowning.

Fury crossed his arms.

"The San Venganza Contract is a legendary artifact—containing the souls of a thousand damned sinners."

"It was hidden away to prevent Mephisto from unleashing a catastrophic invasion."

Johnny added:

"If that contract falls into the wrong hands..."

"The barrier between Earth and Hell could collapse."

"And judging by the appearance of that man in purple, we're running out of time."