Chapter 964: Constantine's Dead End (Middle)

Zatanna walked in front of Constantine, squatted down, looked into his eyes, and said: "I know you are not as evil and ruthless as you appear, so your soul is feeling incomparable sadness."

Saying this, she reached out gently, touched Constantine's brow center with her fingertip, and then said: "But you need to rest now. No demons will pester your dreams anymore. Sleep, John..."

Accompanied by her gentle muttering, Constantine slowly closed his eyes, and his breathing rhythm gradually became even. Zatanna sighed and said in a low voice: "Alright, now, everything has to be completed by me."

"The Curse of Extreme Evil, Gotham's chaos, hell and heaven..." Zatanna said in a low voice while standing up, turning around, intending to leave.

But just at the moment she turned her back, Constantine jumped up, gripped her neck from behind, and pressed her to the ground.

Zatanna struggled desperately. She shouted: "Constantine!

You lunatic!

Let me go!

!"

Just as she was struggling, she saw Constantine's eyes. The madness burning there told Zatanna that she was wrong.

She had always thought that Constantine had become so evil and crazy because of magic, that it was the curse imposed on him by those demons that made his thinking chaotic, and that it was the endless dream demons that drove him crazy.

But now, the fire burning in his eyes told Zatanna that magic was by no means the dye for his madness, and couldn't even count as the firewood for lighting the fire. He was a lunatic first, and then a mage.

Lack of oxygen made Zatanna gradually lose consciousness. After she stopped resisting, Constantine stood up panting. Although he already had a young and strong physique and those pains had left him, he still felt that he was very weak, as if his soul was missing a piece forever.

He reached out, touched Zatanna's prop belt. After opening it, there were only some small gadgets that magicians would use, but for Constantine, it was enough.

He didn't choose to cast magic in the Batcave, but staggered away from here, as if being urged by something, and at the fastest speed, arrived at the basement where he had previously lived.

This was the so-called "Spirit Realm Gap," which could provide the best spell-casting environment for mages. Constantine placed the cards on the ground, drew patterns with chalk, and then lit the wheat ears with a lighter.

He knelt on one knee and began to mutter incantations in the magic circle. This was the method he was most skilled at for summoning demons.

When the incantation was half-read, Constantine didn't perceive any demon's aura, so he gave up reading the incantation, stood up, found the broken wine bottle fragments he had previously smashed in the corner of the room, held them in his hand, and returned to the center of the magic circle.

Then, he used the wine bottle fragments to cut his palm, and the fresh blood dripped onto the scorched wheat ears. Constantine muttered the incantation again, but still no one responded.

Originally, he could hear some distant whispers, but after adding his own blood, the surroundings were terrifyingly quiet.

Constantine fell to the ground. He should have thought long ago that whether it was angels or demons, they wouldn't fall for the same trick a second time.

Originally, the reason why he could borrow power from all kinds of people again and again without paying the debt was nothing more than four words—sunk cost.

Initially, before Constantine entered the occult world, all mages honestly paid their debts. Therefore, the demons had no precautions at all. They didn't expect that a weak human would dare to owe their debts and not pay them back.

The demons were very fearless because they knew that human willpower was very fragile. If humans dared not pay the debt, as long as they pestered them a little in their dreams, or left them some painful curses, they would definitely come to pay the debt crying.

The demons didn't expect that Constantine not only didn't fear this kind of pain, but also hoped that this kind of pain could alleviate his inner blame, wishing the demons would come a few more times. He accepted all the pain.

Thus, some demons fell into his trap. After lending him power, they were defaulted on. But at this time, other demons who were not well-informed also lent him some power.

Constantine found the first batch of demons and told them, if you don't lend me more power, I will offer my soul to the people on the other side to pay the debt.

The demons felt sorry for the power they had invested, and didn't want those competitors who were fighting for his soul to enjoy Constantine's soul alone, so they lent him some more power.

After saving up more power, Constantine could summon more powerful demons, borrow more power, and then use the same method to continue rolling the snowball, until he became one of the most powerful mages in the occult world.

Later, almost all angels and demons had been borrowed from by him.

The sins on his body became more and more, and he became more and more coveted. Everyone wanted his soul, and no one wanted his soul to fall into the hands of others. Therefore, whenever he was in trouble, they would all come to the rescue.

If they didn't save him, or didn't lend him power when Constantine was in trouble, not only would the previous investment be wasted, but they wouldn't get his soul as a return later, and more importantly, they would have subsidized their competitors in vain. No one wanted to suffer such a loss. This was also the reason why Constantine was successful every time he borrowed.

However, Shiler paid off all of Constantine's debts. That is to say, when Constantine's company underwent bankruptcy liquidation, all assets exactly offset all liabilities, and all creditors recovered their costs, and there was even a surplus.

Then at this time, Constantine opened a company in his own name again and wanted to seek investment. Who else would invest?

Before, they kept investing because they were afraid of not recovering the costs and could only go to the dark along one path. But now, after going through all kinds of hardships, they finally had a fairly good result.

All investors patted their chests and rejoiced that they were lucky to meet a liar, and could still recover the costs. Even if they were stupid, they wouldn't make a second investment in a liar who had already lost all credibility.

In the basement room, Constantine tried countless magic circles for summoning demons or angels, but didn't get any response.

All the magic power in his body disappeared without a trace along with the healing of the scars. Now, besides a healthy physique and a head full of occult theoretical knowledge, he had nothing.

Constantine sat on the ground of the basement room that had been drawn into a mess by him, took out a cigarette from his windbreaker pocket, lit it, and just took a puff, he was choked into coughing twice.

Then he discovered that not only magic, but also smoking addiction, alcohol addiction, and drug addiction had all left him. He completely returned to the state of ignorance at the age of 17. He truly gained a new life.

Constantine wanted to continue smoking, but he seemed to have thought of something again, revealed a smile that was uglier than crying, then threw the cigarette aside, looked at the thin smoke rising from the cigarette butt slowly burning on the ground, and Constantine said in a low voice: "A miraculous cure, Professor."

Constantine sat in place and began to grope on the ground by instinct.

Beside the mattress where he slept, he found a small medicine bottle. That was the snack he usually ate, which could bring him a good night's sleep. He unscrewed the cap with a trembling arm and poured a large pile of pills into his palm.

Just when he instinctively wanted to put the pills into his mouth, he seemed to be scalded, threw the pills out directly, and began to shake his hands frantically, then roared:

"No! John! What are you doing?! You can't do this! You can't smoke, drink, or take drugs anymore... Think about what exchanged for your new life!"

Soon, his voice became weak again, and then said: "But I want to divert my attention, I want to sleep, I can't think of them..."

"This is all what you deserve, all what you deserve... John, you killed so many people, innocent children, reliable friends, yet you wanted to use physical pain to escape this blame. Now you can't do it anymore. This is all what you deserve..."

Constantine, like a suffocating fish, kept squeezing out short "cough cough" sounds from his throat, and then, like seeing some hallucination, he stood up, said to the air:

"Astra, is it you? I can explain that thing back then, no, it wasn't me... I didn't mean it... I really didn't..." Constantine's breathing frequency became faster and faster, and his voice was full of pain.

Then he became irritable again and said: "Demons! It's all the good things you demons did! It's you who took away the souls of the innocent!"

Standing in the dim basement room, Constantine heard whispers constantly ringing in his ears.

"It's you! Constantine! Don't try to push it onto us..."

"It's the tragedy caused by your abuse of magic..."

"It's your arrogance and ostentation that led to all this..."

Suddenly, Constantine turned his head sharply, looking at his side, but it was empty there. But he suddenly shouted with some madness: "No! This is all your conspiracy! It's a plan you formulated to retaliate against me!

!"

"Thomas!

I know it's you! You have never died, you have always been by my side, wanting to use all kinds of methods to torture me. This is all you, a conspiracy formulated to make me collapse!

!"

Constantine kept waving his arms, shouting at the air: "I killed you in my mother's womb! But so what? This world is inherently unfair!

!"

"Father, after knowing that mother was pregnant with twins, he only gave one person a name!

! He gave his name to you!

!" Constantine was almost breaking his voice: "Only you are called Thomas! And I can only be called John!"

"John... John... this is a name he heard at the gambling table, so he threw it to me!"

"Whenever I hear him call your name, I feel the flame of jealousy burning my soul! So. I must kill you! Otherwise, he will never love me!"

When Constantine kept waving at the air, he was like dancing a dance, a dance that had always been accompanied by evil curses, crazy, cruel, and dangerous, like a puppet manipulated by fate.

Soon, he stopped, just like a toy whose mainspring had stopped rotating, stopping abruptly. He supported his knees with both hands and panted, then said in a low voice:

"If you say, I really did something wrong? Perhaps it is..." Perhaps it is...

He muttered while beginning to search in the room. Then, beside the mattress, he found a piece of wire used to fix the mattress. He held the wire and looked up at the ceiling.

Countless fresh blood seeped out from the cracks in the room's walls, dyeing the floor and ceiling dark red. Water flowed in from the stairs until the whole room was submerged in warm amniotic fluid.

Across the fetal wall and the water flow of the amniotic fluid, Constantine heard another heartbeat. He heard a vague voice coming from outside mother's stomach:

"Little Thomas... Little Thomas..."

This voice was so gentle and slow, carrying endless expectations and love.

In a daze, Constantine saw an umbilical cord swinging on his head, and another him was standing opposite him, putting his ear to the fetal wall, listening to his father's gentle call, feeling the family's expectation for his birth.

Constantine stretched out his swaying arm, pulled the umbilical cord over. In the chaotic thoughts, he thought, if you say, he really did something wrong, it was that he should have understood earlier that a life not expected shouldn't have come to this world.

The umbilical cord gradually enlarged in Constantine's field of vision. When it touched his cheek, it carried abrupt coldness and chill.

Then. He felt a heavy sinking feeling. He thought, perhaps mother was giving birth, and that pressure made him feel suffocated.

But soon, he felt warmth again. After the amniotic fluid flowed out, the fetal wall wrapped him, just like mother's gentle embrace.

In such warmth, Constantine felt very relaxed and peaceful. Just like this, he slowly sank into a dream.

"Bang!

!

!

!

!"

"No!

!

John!

!

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!" ===== CHAPTER 965 =====

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