Old Jeffer's courage was indeed great; not everyone could stand firm in such a supernatural and terrifying situation, let alone walk up and talk to Emil, the Vengeful Ghost who created the fear.
Emil slowly turned his head: "Mr. Matt, what did he leave for me?"
From the faint ghost fire burning in his eyes, an extremely dark aura filled with malevolence vaguely shot towards Jeffer's heart.
Jeffer could even clearly see Red Hair's soul bound in Emil's eyes, struggling in agony as the ghost fire burned, trying to escape from this endless fear.
However, fortunately, this was only for an instant. Otherwise, Jeffer couldn't guarantee whether he would still be able to stand firm under the impact of this negative energy.
Old Jeffer forced himself to stand straight, his face flushed red. He gritted his teeth and explained: "I, I don't know... Mr. Matt instructed me before he left that he left something for Mr. Emil on the bar counter."
"Is that so?" Emil's body was indeed still emitting Yin Power. Fortunately, he quickly realized there were no more enemies in this small pool bar.
Living people would more or less be eroded by his Yin Power.
He noticed this, so he immediately withdrew the Yin Power. The inner World that enveloped the shop also quietly receded like a layer of Water. The arrival of the inner World was sudden, and its departure was also very swift.
Nothing changed. Old Jeffer watched in surprise as his pool bar returned to its original state. The spotlights on the ceiling emitted dim light again, and the speakers in the bar seemed to be working normally, starting to play deafening, explosive music.
If he hadn't just personally witnessed how Emil dealt with Red Hair's gang of hooligans in that hellish World, Old Jeffer himself would probably have thought it was a dream.
A dream, just a nightmare... Old Jeffer hesitated for a moment, still unsure if what he had experienced was a nightmare or reality. He looked at Emil with a hint of admiration: "Sir, you are really cool. Was that magic just now?"
"magic?" Emil reacted. Old Jeffer must be talking about the place of cursed grievance he had just summoned.
He shook his head and said, "No, to be honest, I don't even know what kind of ability this is. What did Mr. Matt say in the message he left for me?"
Perhaps all residents of Hell's Kitchen have an innate reverence for violence.
Old Jeffer was a little disappointed to hear it wasn't mysterious magic, but he still looked back at the hooligans lying on the ground with lingering interest. Then he took out a lighter from his pocket and handed it over, saying, "Mr. Matt wrote some words on the bar counter with strong liquor. Please go and see for yourself."
"Hmm." Emil nodded and slowly walked to the bar counter. He held the lighter Old Jeffer handed him, but made no move. Emil, from a peaceful World, had lived a disciplined life in his previous life, commuting to work on time every day like most people in the city, his days mechanical and ordinary.
But since he was reborn into this World, in just two short days, he had already personally killed two people. Not many, but for Emil, it was already very shocking.
Even more terrifying was that whether he was killing Old Babu or Red Hair, there seemed to be a 'hissing' sound in Emil's heart.
It was tempting him, encouraging him to continue killing, to continue spreading terror. The more fear Emil inspired, the stronger his power would become.
Emil even found that his own personality was affected by this voice. No matter how terrifying the place of cursed grievance he created, or how cruel the deaths of those he killed were, none of it could touch his soul in the slightest.
It was as if these people were not lives, but merely 'food' for him to fill his 'belly.' How could a person be afraid of his 'food'?
This was truly a vicious thought. Emil couldn't help but shiver. He flicked his finger to ignite the flint, and a spark fell from Emil's fingertip.
The faint spark, as if weightless, floated down in mid-air.
It flickered unsteadily, making one feel as if it would extinguish at any moment.
However, this insignificant spark finally landed stubbornly on the bar counter of the pool bar. Immediately followed by a "boom," the bar counter ignited.
God knows what kind of strong liquor Matt dipped his finger in. It was like industrial alcohol, instantly ignited by the Fire, turning into a blazing flame.
The flame burned along the alcohol Matt left behind, forming a symbol of slaughter composed of two interconnected diamond shapes. Then, next to this unique symbol of the Daredevil, a sentence was written in letters: "Live in the darkness, yearn for the Light, never forget your 'Heart'!"
All of this happened too quickly. The alcohol, which had been evaporating in the air for a while, could not sustain the burning for too long. It only emitted a momentary glow, and then quickly faded back into dimness.
Only a few residual flames remained, illuminating Emil's face. He stood at the bar counter, silently looking at the words Matt left for him: "Live in the darkness, yearn for the Light, don't forget your 'Heart'?"
"Is it my 'Heart'? But where is my 'Heart'?" Emil tightly closed his eyes, memories from his past life and this World constantly flashing through his mind, some his own, and some belonging to the body of "Emil."
He could clearly perceive the imprint of "Emil" left on his body, all sorts of negative emotions such as fear of death, sadness, and pain.
"So, you are also unwilling to just disappear and vanish like this?"
A faint smile appeared on Emil's lips. He had found where his Heart lay. Since he had come to this World, he would live well in this World.
Whether for himself or for the deceased "Emil," the chance to live again was truly precious.
Especially since he not only gained this precious chance to live again but also obtained Superpowers beyond ordinary people's imagination. Since that was the case, he would bear the responsibility of such power and protect the things he cherished before: friendship, love, and family affection... This was perhaps Matt's true meaning. The Daredevil did not expect him to become a good man who wouldn't talk back or fight back. Or a Superheroes active in the city, helping the weak and punishing the strong. He only hoped that he could guard his own Heart and not become a "madman" who was reckless and swayed by negative emotions!