mtl008 Chapter 4021 MU Superbody Major Event (101)
Chapter 4021 MU Superbody Major Event (101)
Chapter 4021 MU: The Superbody Incident (101)
"I will provide you with ample magical energy, which will at least temporarily alleviate your pain, I assure you. Once this mission is over, I will immediately begin to address your lung cancer problem, and you will soon be free from the torment of this illness."
"No need for you to worry about it, just give me the address."
The main universe's Batman tossed him a communicator. Constantine sat back in his chair, not even glancing at him, and said, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, "Get out of here. I need some peace and quiet."
The main universe's Batman turned and left. Constantine glanced at a corner of the room, then suddenly chuckled and said, "You really are a prophet. But I'm curious, how do you manage to have so much free time while you're in charge of such a vast hell?"
"There's more than one me. Aren't you quite adept at creating clones?" said the figure sitting in the corner. "Although you can't enter Earth, you can still come and go freely in the universe. What do you think of my suggestion?"
"Do you think I traveled all this way just to sell my soul to another Satan?" Constantine leaned back, tilted his head back, stared at the ceiling, and took a deep drag on his cigarette.
“I’m not like the Satan in your universe. He’s too rude and impolite, like a kidnapper. I’m incredibly attentive to my believers. I can grant you anything you want. As for your soul, that’s something for after you die.”
"When will I die? Tomorrow? The day after?"
"Don't worry, the contract system in our universe is very mature. I wouldn't do something like signing a contract today and having you die tomorrow. The contract can specify the lifespan you want. As long as it's not too outrageous, we can write it down in black and white."
"for example?"
"I can still make decisions about two or three hundred years. If you perform well, it's not impossible for you to live for a thousand years."
Constantine looked back at him, seemingly trying to find a trace of lying on his face, but he couldn't see anything.
“I have shown my sincerity.” The other party stood up, looked at Constantine and said, “The Eye of Agamotto is a famous artifact in the universe, and under normal circumstances, only the Sorcerer Supreme can use it. Now you not only possess it, but you can also use it at will to alleviate your pain. I have fulfilled all my promises to you. Isn’t that enough?”
The figure took another step closer, placed his hands on the back of Constantine's chair, and leaned close to his ear, saying, "Indeed, this is the devil's sugar-coated bullet, but the Satan of your universe is unwilling to give you even a little sweetness, only wanting to see you suffer endlessly, how ruthless."
Constantine turned around abruptly, but the other person's figure vanished in a flash, leaving only a vague dark shadow in the corner of the room.
"If you change your mind, just let me know."
Constantine took a deep breath, then coughed violently again. This time, however, he didn't cough up blood or vomit. In his vision, the Eye of Agamotto emitted a faint white light, a power that was healing his body. While it couldn't completely cure him, it brought him an unprecedented sense of ease.
"You hate him." That devilish voice rang out again. "To prevent him from succeeding, you'd rather die in a foreign land, or even be at Batman's beck and call. Batman promises he can heal you, but is he willing to help you get revenge? He wouldn't even let you continue smoking. If you tell him you want to take revenge on Satan, he'll just think you're a crazy lunatic. He'll tell you to cherish your second life, to behave yourself, and to live a peaceful life."
"Are you really willing to accept this? John Constantine, think back to the first time you saw them, in that old closet, that charred face suddenly popped out, eyeballs fell to the floor, bloody slime climbed up your ankles, and you cried your heart out, but no one understood you, they just thought you were crazy. You stabbed your ankle with a ballpoint pen, that hurt, didn't it?"
"How many people are like you? Manipulated by demons and angels, becoming madmen in the eyes of others, the loneliness of being misunderstood and the unspeakable fear is the most painful punishment in the world. How many more people like you must be abandoned before those high and mighty beings will finally show mercy?"
"Are you going to wait? Live for decades with your brand-new lungs and see if the struggle between heaven and hell ends in your limited lifespan. Go donate money to the church, go to the confessional and weep bitterly, grovel at the feet of God and Satan, and beg them to end it all. Will that really work?"
Constantine's fingers began to turn white, and the pen in his hand was almost deformed from his grip.
"Have you tried this? Curling up in bed, begging God to save you; lying in a hospital bed, silently weeping, begging Satan to spare you; or simply closing your eyes and pretending it's all a nightmare? Has it changed anything?"
"Stop fooling yourself. Your pleas will never bring you mercy, never, not even a little. If you don't do something, they will eventually succeed."
"Are you important? Perhaps you are. Your soul is delicious and can satisfy Satan's appetite, but that's all. Do you think Satan will be sad if he doesn't succeed? No, he will soon have a new target and won't even have a moment's regret before chasing after a new feast."
"God says that humanity is a continuation of original sin, and the devil says that humanity is an untamed beast, but isn't that more like describing themselves? So savage, ugly, and greedy... You have the chance to end all of this, to take your destiny into your own hands, and to make them truly realize their mistakes. I will help you."
Constantine slowly closed his eyes, whether from the daily fatigue or the relaxation of this moment, he drifted into a daze.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw himself in a hell filled with flames. The black soil beneath his feet was constantly collapsing, falling into a void of ignorance. Then he found himself to be that void, and everything was being swallowed up, chewed up, and destroyed, leaving only Satan's screams echoing in his ears.
Moments later, he was back in Heaven, where flames raged and all the angels screamed. God reached out his hand to him, but it was quickly consumed by the flames. God roared at him, "Constantine! You are guilty!"
“I didn’t!” Constantine heard himself cry out in a childish voice, his voice trembling with tears. “You have never answered my prayers! Never!”
"When that monster crawled out of the closet, when the charred corpse appeared in my desk, when they reached out to drag me into the well, when they lurked me in the darkness, I called out to you countless times! But you never answered me! Never!!!"
Constantine, panting, found himself back in his adult form. He limped forward on the soft, floating clouds, and turned to see a nail in his hand.
"You did hear my cries, but you ignored them because of that ridiculous bet. Why isn't indifference a sin? What right do you have to judge me?"
With all his might, he raised the nail and plunged it into the burning figure before him, roaring almost in a rage, "You have no right! Die!!!"
"The devil has seduced you! My child! You will regret it! You will definitely regret it!!!"
Constantine staggered back a few steps, looking at him with bloodshot eyes and saying, "You won't see that day."
The figure before him vanished abruptly, turning into a handful of ashes, which then filled the sky and enveloped the entire world. Constantine reached out, but the instant he touched a wisp of ashes, he recoiled as if electrocuted.
Constantine suddenly opened his eyes and felt something wet on his face. He reached up and gently touched it, discovering that he was crying.
He closed his eyes again, slowly leaned back, relaxed his shoulders and neck, letting his head fall backward, staring straight at the ceiling. After a long while, he uttered a name:
"...Mephisto."
"We are happy to help."
At the same time, Strange next door suddenly opened his eyes. He sat up, exhaled, and asked in his mind, "How did it go? Is it all done?"
“Almost there,” Schiller’s voice came again. “It’s less hatred and more fear. He thought he had forgotten those terrifying moments that had left a deep shadow on him, but all of it lies dormant in his subconscious and has never left. When it surges up again, he will desperately want any power that can save him.”
“You’re worse than the devil,” Strange said, shaking his head.
"Wrong. I'm more professional than the devil in this regard. Mephisto should have known this day would come when he impersonated me."
"Then haven't you just given him a good believer?"
"Constantine's partners usually don't end up well, and I'm also looking forward to Mephisto and Satan fighting."
"He made a contract with you, not with the real Mephisto."
“That’s not necessarily true. You know, in his universe, true names have power.” Schiller’s tone held a hint of amusement, then he changed the subject, saying, “I heard something interesting from him. Would you like to know?”
"what?"
"Doctor Strange from the main universe wants to find the Elders of the Universe."
"Elders of the Universe?" Strange was slightly taken aback. "I haven't heard that name in a long time. Why would Doctor Strange from the main universe want to see them?"
"I heard they're looking for a powerful artifact. What do you think it could be?"
"A powerful artifact? What powerful artifact would fall into the hands of a cosmic elder?" Strange asked, somewhat puzzled. "Those guys are just long-lived, not very strong. Even if they had an artifact, they wouldn't be able to keep it, would they?"
"What you need to consider isn't the situation in our universe, but the main universe. After all, Doctor Strange comes from the main universe, and most other universes are in the same situation as the main universe. They can easily extrapolate their own experiences and assume that our universe is the same. In the main universe, what powerful artifacts are in the hands of the universe's elders?"
Strange's expression slowly turned grim. He said, "The Infinity Stones."
"The Infinity Stones? The ones that could be embedded in Thanos's gauntlet..."
"That's right, it's the Infinity Stone that you can snap your fingers with once you've collected them in most universes."
Where are the Infinity Stones of our universe?
"You're asking me? Didn't you put it away?"
What would I need that thing for?
"That thing is very valuable, and it's shiny."
"It's just so-so."
The two fell silent. Strange thought for a moment and said, "If he's really looking for an Infinity Stone, he couldn't possibly find it with the Elders of the Universe. Those people are too weak; even if they had it, it would be stolen. Which Infinity Stone do you think he's looking for?"
"Doctor Strange from the main universe must have sneaked out. Since he doesn't want to admit his mistakes, he must want to avenge himself and make up for the losses suffered by the sorcerers. To do that, he needs to achieve significant results. Could he also be planning a decapitation strike?"
“It’s not impossible.” Strange rubbed his temples, looking like he had a headache. He said, “I don’t know much about the Infinity Stones, but if it’s about making up for losses, the Space Stone and the Time Stone are the most useful. One can break through Apokolips’ shield, and the other can reverse the past. Doctor Strange in the main universe is very likely planning to do this.”
"The main universe Batman has already sent Constantine to follow him; he's probably going to become the breakthrough point."