Chapter 3972: MU: The Super-Body Event (63)

Although Constantine's physical body was following Shiler, his soul seemed to have flown away. Even so, Shiler had to drag his body along, otherwise Professor X would certainly let his soul take flight physically, and Magneto could then eliminate his body.

Getting involved with these two was truly not a good idea, but Constantine happened to be a scoundrel, and he rarely had good ideas in his life. Everyone knew that offending them meant death, but coincidentally, Constantine didn't fear death at all. It could only be said that Charles's beauty caused him to face too many dangers like Constantine, but fortunately, his powerful mutant abilities allowed him to escape unscathed.

Even if Shiler didn't care much about the state of Magneto and Charles, if the two of them started fighting here, the intelligence he wanted to buy wouldn't be purchased, and all the markets in the Centaurus sector would completely blacklist humans, making the mission impossible to complete.

It took Shiler a great deal of effort to drag Constantine away. They soon rented a small flying craft and began picking out items at the small stalls in mid-air while gathering intelligence. Before long, they found an information broker.

"I need a report on recent incidents caused by cosmic deities, with specific times and locations, as well as the final outcomes. How much?"

"You know we don't accept universal currency here," the broker said. "But you're human, so you probably don't have much universal currency anyway. Trading with your local specialties will do."

"What do you want?"

"Magic energy is best, but you don't look much like a mage. Vibranium and gold will also work." The broker was clearly knowledgeable.

Shiler actually knew long ago that gold was also a universal currency in the universe, as the structure of the universe dictated that the reserves of this element were relatively scarce everywhere. Although gold prices varied by location, it was generally considered a precious metal.

And Vibranium was even rarer, almost considered a specialty of Earth, yet its properties were so miraculous that it was hard currency everywhere. A few grams of Vibranium could be exchanged for quite a lot of supplies, and using it to trade for intelligence was not a problem at all.

However, Shiler naturally didn't have Vibranium. He had brought some gold when he left the Arkham universe. He took out two gold bars and said, "The more detailed the intelligence, the higher the price. Verify the goods before payment."

"No problem." The broker was straightforward. After all, among so many species, there weren't many who could produce anything decent, and it was already good enough that humans were willing to pay instead of robbing them by force.

The broker handed Shiler a terminal containing detailed accident data. The data was even quite professional; one look and it was clear it had been stolen from within the Three Empires. Shiler could also infer from this that the Three Empires must be in trouble internally, otherwise, they wouldn't be leaking like a sieve.

Adding another gold bar, the broker left, beaming with joy. Shiler tossed the data terminal to Constantine and said, "The targets are all here. Get as much energy as possible within a week; the war is about to start soon."

Constantine barely regained his senses, but soon became excited again, saying, "Oh, yes, we can meet on the battlefield! I can put on a great magic performance; it will certainly be more dazzling than the mages of this universe. Haha."

Shiler sighed, but didn't discourage him, just suddenly feeling that Batman had definitely miscalculated this step—he thought there was no ideal type for Constantine in this universe, but he hadn't expected that the young Charles Xavier was love at first sight for too many people.

But this was also fine; Constantine looked full of motivation. It could only be said that some deity was about to suffer.

And that was indeed the case. In the week that followed, Constantine pulled out all the stops. Shiler had thought he would at least need a day or two to adapt, but he hadn't expected him to go for the kill right from the start.

First, he intercepted the communication frequency of the cosmic deities, similar to a phone number, which anyone could use to get through to them. After talking to two deities, Constantine began impersonating a Sanctum Sanctorum employee to conduct telecommunications fraud against the deities.

Once, during the era of the Ancient One as the Sorcerer Supreme, the universe was very chaotic and lacked order, so she focused on highway robbery and killing for loot, which once caused cosmic deities to develop a condition where they would cry out "My life is over!" upon seeing a bald person with two legs.

Later, Strange became the Sorcerer Supreme, and the universe was no longer in that chaotic state; prosperity, stability, and order were the choices of most intelligent life forms. So, he founded the Sanctum Sanctorum and engaged in financial extortion, with deities also exploiting each other layer by layer—big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp.

Until now, the universe had finally welcomed Constantine. Peaceful days would greatly lower people's vigilance. The telecommunications fraud version arrived right on schedule, and the deities had no idea what anti-fraud measures were, while the Sanctum Sanctorum was experiencing the retribution of good and evil—if Charles was love at first sight for too many, then Constantine was the retribution for too many, including Strange and Loki.

"What did you say?!" Strange raised his voice on the phone to the other side. "The transfer system is malfunctioning and requires you to pay a 30 million deposit? And you paid it?! By the Ancient One, do you have a problem with your brain?!"

"Shi Difen! Shi Difen!" Loki's shouting came from outside the door. Strange turned to look, and Loki walked in carrying a large stack of reports, looking solemn as she said to him, "Someone is impersonating us; we've received over 200 reports in just this week!"

"I know," Strange said, looking slightly helpless. "I've already issued a warning across the universe, but not everyone opens the public frequency. The staff is contacting them one by one, but fortunately, our important clients haven't suffered too much loss."

"This can't go on. I checked his communication address, but it changes very quickly; it's basically certain to be a virtual address, or he has abilities like cloning. Who could be so malicious?"

"Could it be the Three Empires?" Strange said. "I heard a coup is brewing within the Skrull Empire; could they be using this method to gain power?"

"Unlikely," Loki shook her head. "After all, the Skrulls are a mechanical civilization, and they've long been an infinite energy civilization; why would they need so much energy? I'm more suspicious of the Shi'ar Empire; they are a magical race, and the Council of Elders has never been quiet. This kind of dirty trick could be something they thought of."

"But do they have the ability? Even you can't trace the communication address? Could it be using portals?"

"Unclear, but it's more likely they've developed some new method. Anyway, notify everyone first; we can provide some compensation for those who suffered too heavily. I have to find a way to catch this guy."

"You must be careful; someone who can pull off this kind of thing is very dangerous," Strange said, looking at Loki. "Otherwise, you should call a few helpers to go with you."

"No, that would be too conspicuous and would easily scare him away," Loki shook her head. "You know me, don't you? Although I only have the status of the Goddess of Radiance and my attack power is significantly insufficient, no one can kill me."

Strange sighed. "This is my fault; I was too busy discussing tactics with them and neglected the work of the Sanctum Sanctorum. If I had reacted earlier, it wouldn't have resulted in so much loss."

"It's fine, it's not too late yet. You keep an eye on the Sanctum Sanctorum, and I'll take a trip around the universe."

Having said that, Loki left. Although she appeared relaxed in front of Strange, her expression became solemn after leaving Earth, because she had truly checked, and she truly couldn't find anything.

The communication frequency used by the other party was completely different from what they usually used, possessing stronger concealment, and the channel for receiving energy had also been modified, leaving almost no trace, and it would constantly split, with every address it went to being different. Loki rushed to check a few, but by the time she arrived, the place was already empty, leaving nothing behind.

This time, she decided to change her approach—not to run after the other party's tail, but to lure them to come find her. This was actually feasible; as long as she disguised herself as a gullible deity, it would work. Coincidentally, the existence of the Goddess of Radiance was similar to a cosmic deity; as long as she made some noise in the universe, the other party would definitely come knocking.

No sooner said than done, Loki randomly found a fairly lively galaxy and manifested her presence several times, playing the role of a very generous saint who not only gave her believers large amounts of energy but was also constantly expanding her sphere of influence, shaping a domain of her own. This image of being rich and gullible was the most attractive to scammers.

Sure enough, before long, Loki received a communication. The other party claimed to be an employee of the Sanctum Sanctorum and wanted to recruit a new member, only requiring a membership fee. Loki, who received the call, sneered, "Finally waited for you!"

She agreed on a location with the other party and requested a meeting. Of course, Loki didn't expect the other party to come in person, but as long as there was a clone, she could lock onto the other party through energy fluctuations, and catching the person would be simple.

In the silent starry sky, only the distant stars flickered with faint light. Although this was a rather dark galaxy, there were many creatures living here, and some had developed interstellar civilizations. Recently, they had been singing in unison to praise the generosity of a goddess. The sound of the singing reached Constantine's ears, and he shook his head with slight disdain.

What Goddess of Radiance, what saint descending—they were all just scams by deities. They paid out energy to harvest faith, and in the end, they might even wipe everyone out. Was it only permissible for them to scam people, and not for others to scam them?

Constantine had always thought this way. It was hard to say that when he played tricks on demons, he didn't harbor a sense of vengeful satisfaction. Only he knew that when he proved to demons that he was smarter than them, it also made demons wary of humans, not daring to bully weak creatures so recklessly.

Thinking this way, Constantine flew toward a lonely little planet. This was the place he had agreed to meet with that Goddess of Radiance. As long as he met with the other party, he could get a large membership fee, and perhaps there would be agency fees, system operation fees, breakdown maintenance fees, and so on. Constantine had drained quite a few deities this way, and this time would be the same.

—This thought only lasted until the Goddess of Radiance appeared.

A black-haired girl in a white dress stood on a vast gray land, and those green eyes were the only vitality on this desolate planet. Constantine saw there the blue waves of a thousand miles, the grasslands of ten thousand miles, and that touch of azure that could contend with all the blood-red in one's life.

?? No ideal type X

? All are ideal types?