Zatanna walked up to Konstantin, crouched down, looked him in the eye and said, "I know that you are not as wicked and ruthless as you appear, so your soul is feeling great sadness."

As she spoke, she gently reached out and stroked Konstantin's brow with her fingertips, and said, "But you need to rest now, there will be no more devils to haunt your dreams, sleep, John......

With her soft murmuring, Konstantin slowly closed his eyes, and the rhythm of his breathing gradually became even, Zatanna sighed and whispered, "Okay, now, I have to do everything."

"Curse of Evil, chaos in Gotham, Hell and Heaven......" Zatana whispered as she stood up and turned away, intending to leave.

But the moment she turned her back, Konstantin jumped up, strangled her neck from behind, and pressed her to the ground.

Zatanna struggled desperately, shouting, "Konstantin!! You madman!! Let go of my !!."

As she struggled, she saw Konstantin's eyes, where the madness was telling Zatanna that she was wrong.

She had always thought that Konstantin had become so evil and insane by magic, that it was the curses that the devil had placed on him that had confused his mind, and that it was the endless nightmares that drove him crazy.

But now, the fire that burned in his eyes told Zatana that magic was not the dye of his madness, not even the firewood that started the fire, that he was a madman first, and then a magician.

The lack of oxygen caused Zatana to gradually lose consciousness, and when she stopped resisting, Konstantin stood up breathlessly, and although he had a young and strong body, and the pain was far away from him, he still felt very weak, as if a piece of his soul was forever missing.

He reached out and touched Zatanna's prop belt, which, when opened, contained only a few knick-knacks that a magician would use, but it was enough for Konstantin.

Instead of casting his magic in the bat cave, he staggered out of here, as if urged by something, to the basement where he had lived before.

This is the so-called "spiritual gap", which provides the best environment for the magician to cast his spells, and Konstantin places the cards on the ground, draws patterns with chalk, and then uses a lighter to light the ears of wheat.

He fell to his knees on one knee and began to whisper incantations in the magic circle, which was his best method of summoning demons.

Halfway through the incantation, Constantine didn't notice any demonic aura, so he gave up the incantation, stood up, and in the corner of the room, found the fragment of the wine bottle that he had broken before, held it in his hand, and returned to the center of the magic circle.

Then, he slashed his palm with the fragment of the bottle, blood dripping onto the burnt black ears of wheat, and Konstantin recited the incantation, but no one responded.

Originally, he could still hear some distant whispers, but after adding his own blood, the silence around him was terrifying.

Konstantin stumbled to the ground, and he should have thought that neither angels nor demons would be fooled a second time. ….

Before, the reason why he could borrow strength from all kinds of people again and again, but not repay his debts, was because of four words - sunk cost.

Originally, when Konstantin had not yet entered the occult world, all magicians were honest in paying their debts, so the demons were defenseless at all, they did not expect that a weak human would dare to pay their debts.

The demons are very fearless, because they know that human willpower is very fragile, and if humans dare not pay their debts, as long as they harass them a little from their dreams, or leave them with some painful curses, they will definitely cry and call their mothers to pay their debts.

The demons did not expect that Konstantin not only did not fear this pain, but also hoped that this pain would alleviate the guilt in his heart, and he wished that the devil would come a few more times, and he would accept all the pain.

So, some demons fell in love with him and lent him power, but at this time, others were not well-informed

The demon also lent him power.

Konstantin found the first demons and told them that if you don't lend me any more power, I'll give my soul to someone on the other side to pay off the debt.

The demons felt sorry for the power they had thrown, and they didn't want the competitors who were competing with them for their souls to have Konstantin's soul alone, so they borrowed some of his strength.

Once he has amassed more power, Konstantin can summon more powerful demons, borrow more power, and continue to snowball in the same way until he becomes one of the most powerful mages in the occult world.

Later, almost all the angels and demons were borrowed by him.

The more and more sins he has in him, the more and more people are coveted, everyone wants his soul, and they don't want his soul to fall into the hands of others, so whenever he is in danger, they will come to the rescue.

If they don't save him, or don't lend him strength when Konstantin is in trouble, not only will the early investment be wasted, but he will not be rewarded with his soul in the later stage, and more importantly, they will also fund competitors in vain, and no one wants to suffer like this, which is why Konstantin borrowed a hundred spirits.

However, Schiller paid off all the debts for Konstantin, that is, when Konstantin's company went into bankruptcy liquidation, all the assets were exactly offset by all the liabilities, all the creditors recovered their costs, and even a part of the surplus.

So at this time, Konstantin opened a company under his own name and wanted to seek investment, who else would invest?

Before, they continued to invest in it, but they were afraid that they would not be able to recover the cost, so they could only go all the way to the dark, but now, after thousands of hardships, they finally have a good result.

All the investors are glad that they are lucky to meet a scammer and can recover their costs, no matter how stupid they are, they will not make a second investment in a scammer who has lost all their reputation.

In his basement room, Konstantin tried countless magic arrays to summon demons or angels, but received no response.

All the magical power in his body had vanished as the wounds healed, and now, he had nothing but a healthy body and a mind full of occult knowledge. ….

Sitting on the floor of the messy basement he had painted, Konstantin took a cigarette from the pocket of his trench coat, lit it, and choked twice as soon as he took a puff.

Then he found that not only magic, but also cigarettes, alcohol, and drugs were all gone from him, and he completely returned to the ignorance of the 17-year-old state, and he was truly reborn.

Konstantin wanted to continue smoking, but as if he had thought of something again, he showed a smile that was worse than crying, and then threw the cigarette aside, looking at the thin smoke coming from the cigarette butt that was slowly burning on the ground, Konstantin whispered, "Wonderful rejuvenation, Professor."

Konstantin sat still, covering his face with his hands again, and when he had calmed down, the terror he had been running away from hit him again, and he began to become short of breath and tremble.

"No...... No...... Don't think about them, don't think about them...... Don't think about anything, empty your brain......" Konstantin muttered as he held his head, and then instinctively began to grope on the ground.

Next to the mattress where he slept, he felt for a small pill bottle, which was his usual snack that would bring him a good night's sleep, and he unscrewed the lid with his trembling arm and poured a large pile of pills into the palm of his hand.

Just when he instinctively wanted to put the pill in his mouth, he threw the pill out directly as if he had been burned, began to shake his hands frantically, and then yelled:

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

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

"You deserve it, you deserve it...... John, you have killed so many people, innocent children, reliable friends, and you want to use physical pain

to escape this guilt, now you can't do it, you ......deserve it."

Like a suffocating fish, Konstantin kept squeezing out a short "cough-cough" sound from his throat, and then, as if he had seen some hallucination, he stood up and said into the air:

"Astra, is that you? I can explain what happened, wasn't it me...... I didn't mean to...... I'm really not ......" Konstantin's breathing rate grew faster and faster, and his voice was full of pain.

Then he became angry again and said, "Devil! It's all a good thing that you devils have done! It is you who have taken away the souls of the innocent!"

Standing in the dimly lit basement room, Konstantin heard whispers in his ears.

"That's you! Constantine! Don't try to push it on our heads......

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

"It was your arrogance and pompousness that caused all this......

Suddenly, Konstantin turned his head sharply and looked to his side, but it was empty, but he suddenly shouted in a frenzy, "No! It's all your conspiracy! It's your plan to get revenge on me!!

"Thomas!! I know it's you! You've never died, you've been with me, trying to torture me in all sorts of ways, all of this is a conspiracy you've devised to make me collapse!! ….

Konstantin kept waving his arms and shouted into the air, "I killed you in my mother's womb! But so what? The world is inherently unfair!!

"When my father learned that my mother was pregnant with twins, he gave you only one name!! He gave you his name!! Konstantin was almost broken: "It's just you named Thomas!" And I can only call John!"

"John...... John...... It was a name he heard at the table, and he threw it at me!"

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

As Konstantin kept swinging into the air, he was like a dance, a dance that was accompanied by an evil curse, crazy, cruel and dangerous, like a puppet at the mercy of fate.

Soon, he stopped, like a toy whose clockwork had stopped turning, and stopped abruptly, holding his hands on his knees and gasping for breath, and then whispered:

"Say, what did I really do wrong? Maybe it's ......" or maybe it's ......

He muttered as he began to search the room, and then, next to the mattress, he found a piece of wire that held the mattress in place, and he held the wire and looked up at the ceiling.

Countless blood oozed from the cracks in the walls of the room, staining the floor and ceiling a dark red, and water poured in from the stairs until the entire room was submerged in warm amniotic fluid.

Through the flow of water from the fetal wall and amniotic fluid, Konstantin heard another heartbeat, he heard, a muffled voice coming from outside his mother's belly:

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

The voice was so soft and gentle, with endless anticipation and love.

In a trance, Konstantin saw an umbilical cord shaking on his head, while the other he, standing opposite him, put his ear to the fetal wall, listening to his father's gentle call, feeling the anticipation of his relatives for his birth.

Konstantin stretched out his rickety arm and pulled the umbilical cord over, and in the midst of his chaotic thoughts, he thought, if he really did something wrong, it was that he should have understood earlier that a life that was not expected should not come to this world.

The umbilical cord gradually enlarged in Konstantin's field of vision, and when it touched his cheek, it was abruptly cold and cold.

And then. He felt a heavy feeling of falling, and he thought, maybe it was his mother who was giving birth, and that pressure was suffocating him.

But soon, he felt warmth again, and after the amniotic fluid ran out, the fetal wall wrapped around him, like a mother's gentle embrace.

In the midst of such warmth, Konstantin felt very relaxed

And tranquility, just like that, he slowly sank into sleep.

"Bang !!!!!!!"

"No!!! John !!!!!!"

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Catch the herd and burn the rope