Chapter 99

My name is Constantine, nicknamed "Zhakang," and I am an exorcist who wants to go to heaven, because the experience in hell is really not very good. However, because of some problems, I'm afraid I can't go to heaven, so my goal is to survive in the human world for a few more years.

When Constantine, as usual, opened his eyes and reached for the cigar on the bedside table, he suddenly discovered that his room seemed to be very different from before.

The raging flames, the wailing souls, the scorched earth, and those strange creatures that needed a guess to know were demons—it was very obvious that this was hell. If it wasn't, Constantine felt that the title of hell could be transferred.

"Awake? Mr. Constantine?" Mephisto, who had been waiting behind him for a while, spoke up. He was still very generous to the talents he needed, in all aspects.

Constantine turned around, the cigar in his hand already lit. With the cigar in his mouth, Constantine sized up Mephisto's appearance.

Red skin exposed outside, two ferocious short horns, solid muscles, and monotonous clothes—seriously, very much like a human, except for the hellfire that ignited on his body from time to time.

What? You say no human's skin is red? Ha, it seems you can't live stably in many worlds.

What kind of demon is this again? No impression at all. Daring to snatch Satan's prey? Not afraid of Satan coming to find trouble? And what about Lucifer? So many creditors all at once, all dead?

Constantine's expression remained unchanged, staring at Mephisto. He was pondering in his heart how to escape from here back to the human world.

What? You say again, isn't Constantine afraid? An exorcist who has sold his soul hundreds of times, died and resurrected many times, and escaped from the hands of various great demons of hell, would long ago not have any emotional fluctuations at such a scene.

"Mr. Constantine, you don't need to wait, they won't come. Do you need me to introduce myself?" Mephisto, with the intention of interviewing, sat there and said politely to Constantine.

Tsk tsk, trouble.

Constantine thought in his heart, the more rational the demon, the harder it is to deal with, "Of course, please introduce yourself, preferably in detail, maybe I'm dreaming."

Mephisto didn't care about Constantine's nonchalant attitude; that was exactly what he wanted, "I am Mephisto, the Hell Monarch of this world, this universe. I have bought out all your debts. I have to praise you, being able to sell your entire net worth more than three hundred times, you are definitely a talent."

This was also one of the reasons why Constantine could live until now over there. Anyone who wanted to collect debts had to face the problem of paying off other debts, but these other debts were more than three hundred times Constantine's value.

Constantine remained silent. Did he insult this person's genealogy? You bought it even at a premium of more than three hundred times? A bloody sucker?!

"Sir? Why don't you speak?" Mephisto looked at Constantine with a smile, "Are you not used to the environment? I can change it, it's definitely more exciting than Satan's side."

"No need, I'm very afraid of pain. You... do you have any requirements for inviting me here?" Constantine was unusually honest; after all, rhetoric and deception didn't work in this environment.

"Oh, it's like this, I have a friend." Mephisto slowly stated his purpose, "He encountered a top-tier client and needs to earn a meager salary from this client to make ends meet, but the client's needs are not very clear, so he thought of you. You are an expert in analyzing needs and playing both sides."

While speaking, a pile of materials appeared at Constantine's bedside, which Mephisto had currently organized, regarding this game and the genie.

Constantine silently picked up the materials and began to read. He was a bit puzzled, why did Mephisto have this tone? It was just pretentious, meaningless pretentiousness.

It wasn't until he finished reading the materials that Constantine understood that Mephisto was trying to simulate the thinking mode of ordinary people; he was also really going all out for this game.

"Actually, there's no need to consider so many things. That Supreme Sorcerer is not the key. Anyway, the client is absolute, isn't that right?" Constantine had an idea in his heart, but he had to pass this interview first.

"Makes sense, continue."

"To please this client, 'interesting' is the keyword. What is called interesting? Unpredictable, ever-changing, frequent accidents are always more interesting than unchanging. What do you think?"

"High level! Continue."

"So that means, opening a channel to let a bunch of demons pass through, causing panic, and finally being wiped out by superheroes—this is not suitable. The script is too cliché, and someone has already used it first." Constantine gradually found the familiar rhythm. He was good at this kind of bluffing.

"Hit the nail on the head, and then?"

"You are currently lacking a script. How about this script setting: an exorcist who fell from another world eventually joined the superhero team and became a superhero, but in fact, he is secretly an undercover agent for the Hell Monarch?" Constantine tried to show his cards.

"Not bad, but you haven't passed the interview yet."

Tsk tsk, Constantine smacked his lips. This Hell Monarch was not easy to bluff; it was a bit difficult.

"Alright, so, if you don't have a script and can't create one, then why not copy?"

"Copy?"

"Oh, sorry, too blunt, borrow, borrow."

"No need, elaborate, I'm very interested in this." Mephisto didn't intend to set up a memorial arch; he just wanted to copy but didn't know how to copy.

"Do you know why IP comes first? Because it has early traffic and popularity." Constantine asked and answered himself, "Then, find a relatively hot work on Earth and turn the fake into real. It will naturally come with an audience and traffic. I recommend you go on stage yourself, Hell Monarch, how high the popularity will be."

Mephisto didn't intend to step into this stupid trap. Changing from a chess player to a chess piece—only a fool would do that.

"What script should I choose?" Mephisto continued to ask.

"Pick a horror movie, which fits the field you are good at and also fits the current environment of emotional power quantification. As for the character setting, a demon that absorbs fear—look for it, such a cliché setting must exist."

"Good idea, what's next?"

"Next is to adapt to circumstances. You can follow the righteous plot, where the demon is eliminated—anyway, it's scored according to 'interesting,' alive or dead is fine. You can also follow the evil plot, trying to wash yourself clean and go ashore; the difficulty is high, but the subsequent benefits are high."

"In case you discover some protagonist template character whose parents are both dead and who has a strong will along the way, you can even develop it further. Isn't that better than directly trying to find a way to stuff people into the superhero team?"

Constantine stated his thoughts. Mephisto stood up and shook his right hand, "Congratulations, you passed the interview."

"So... am I a formal employee? Can I leave hell? It's better to guide the subsequent plot on that planet." Constantine looked at Mephisto expectantly. Once he reached Earth, he had plenty of ways to find creditors again.

"No, you are still in the internship period. As for guidance, it can be carried out through me." Mephisto refused decisively. He had heard the evaluations of Constantine's creditors over there; he couldn't easily let Constantine out of hell.

Constantine patted his pajamas, "Alright, you're the boss, but it's best to provide some cigars and give me some other clothes."

"Of course."