Chapter 035: Origin

Wang Bo was taken aback, then gave a wry smile.

Solomon, as a human, drove the seventy-two demons because he held their true names, forcing them to obey his commands.

This kind of coerced control hardly inspires goodwill.

So it was only natural that Baal hated Solomon.

Wang Bo quickly said, "Great Baal, I have no connection with Solomon."

Baal lightly leaped onto Wang Bo's shoulder, turning his head to look at him. "But the method you used to summon me is Solomon's magic circle."

"I only obtained the book 'The Key of Solomon' by chance," Wang Bo explained.

Baal's cat eyes turned cold, and Wang Bo's scalp tingled.

"You're lying. The original 'Key of Solomon' was destroyed by me. What remains are mere forgeries without any mystical power, incapable of summoning us."

"I'm not lying." Wang Bo pulled out the Key of Solomon from his fourth-dimensional pocket and placed it before Baal.

Baal stared at the original in Wang Bo's hand in astonishment.

"Yes, this is indeed the Key of Solomon personally abridged by Solomon, but I destroyed it. It no longer exists. Why, why do you have this book?"

Wang Bo said, "Let me explain, Baal."

He briefly recounted his identity, origin, and how he obtained the Key of Solomon, as well as why he summoned him.

After listening quietly, Baal's gaze turned strange.

He lowered his head and murmured, "Multiverse gods, this might be a good opportunity."

His voice was so low that even Wang Bo's keen ears couldn't hear it.

"I can help you." Baal looked up, leaped onto Wang Bo's head, stepped off, and landed lightly on the ground, staring intently at Wang Bo.

"Since Mephisto didn't kill Gremory, it means his strength isn't too great. I can handle him."

"That's wonderful." Wang Bo felt relieved hearing that this big shot was willing to deal with Mephisto, then asked, "So, Lord Baal, what are your conditions?"

Baal was pleased with Wang Bo's initiative. "My condition is that you owe me a favor."

Wang Bo raised an eyebrow and couldn't help asking, "Can it be something else?"

Baal shook his head. "This is my investment in you, Wang Bo. I think highly of you, so I need you to owe me a favor."

Wang Bo smiled bitterly. Owing a favor could be trivial or serious, and repaying it wouldn't be easy.

If possible, Wang Bo really didn't want to owe a favor.

But he had no choice. "Alright, I'm willing to owe you a favor, Lord Baal."

"Good." Baal appreciated Wang Bo's decisiveness. He believed this move would yield great returns in the future. Of course, if Wang Bo died halfway, his investment would fail.

But Baal didn't mind, for his lifespan was endless, and he had already laid many hidden schemes in his own world.

Wang Bo was merely a new attempt, nothing more.

Success would be gratifying, but failure didn't matter.

For Wang Bo himself, however, gaining Baal's support eased his mind. He took Baal and Qin Liangyu back to his residence.

By then, the carriage was ready.

Wang Bo led the group and set off with the eunuch toward Chang'an.

Along the way, Wang Bo continuously absorbed sunlight, desperately strengthening himself.

Although Baal had decided to confront Mephisto, Wang Bo dared not slack off, as greater strength increased his chances of survival in case of an accident.

Baal lounged lazily on Wang Bo's lap, somewhat surprised to see him absorbing sunlight.

"Are you a Sun's Favorite?" he asked curiously.

"Sun's Favorite?" Wang Bo was puzzled. Though he recognized the words, he didn't understand their meaning together. He couldn't help asking, "What does 'Sun's Favorite' mean?"

Baal shook his head. "It seems you're not a Sun's Favorite."

Wang Bo: ...

Could you be clearer, big shot?

After a while, Baal added, "Sun's Favorites are born able to absorb solar power to strengthen themselves. Seeing you constantly devouring sunlight, you resemble a Sun's Favorite."

Wang Bo found this surprising. The ability of a Sun's Favorite sounded very similar to Superman's.

But there should be no Superman in Baal's world, right?

"How powerful are Sun's Favorites?" he asked.

"The strongest can rival an upper-rank demon," Baal said nonchalantly. "After all, the human body is too fragile to endlessly absorb solar power; there's always a limit."

Wang Bo understood, then shook his head. "Then I'm not a Sun's Favorite. I can keep strengthening myself, even to the point of blowing out the sun in one breath."

Qin Liangyu had been listening to the conversation between the human and the demon. When he heard Wang Bo proudly claim he could blow out the sun in one breath, he stared at him in bewilderment.

That boast was too exaggerated.

Baal burst into laughter. "Blowing out the sun—what a formidable feat. Not many demons in hell can do that."

Wang Bo was secretly startled. Baal's words implied that there were indeed demons in hell capable of blowing out the sun.

Clearly, the hell where Baal and Gremory resided was of no low rank.

After laughing, Baal looked at Wang Bo and said, "Kid, since you can grow stronger by absorbing solar power, I can give you a gift. Do you want it?"

"What gift?" Wang Bo asked.

"I can give you a sun," Baal said with a grin.

Wang Bo stared at Baal in shock. Did big shots now give such awesome gifts—a whole sun?

But the problem was, even if you dared to give it, I dared not take it.

Though Wang Bo could absorb sunlight to grow stronger, he truly couldn't absorb a sun itself. Sunlight and the sun were completely different things.

"Stop joking, great Baal," Wang Bo refused decisively. "I can't withstand the sun's radiation up close yet."

Everything has its limits. If Wang Bo got too close to the sun, he would be melted.

Baal said, "Don't worry. What I'm giving you isn't a real sun, but a Sun Godhead."

Hearing this, Wang Bo finally remembered Baal's origin.

Baal's origin likely came from the Canaanite chief god, the sun god, god of thunder, rain, and fertility, but later fell to become the king of hell.