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Chapter 268 The Hunt Begins (Seeking votes at the end of the month)

Just as Ma Zhaodi heard Constantine's faint sobs through the bugging device, the system panel popped up at the opportune moment.

【Ding】

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Tears of the Despicable
Mission Introduction: Regarding Constantine, everyone generally agrees—shameless, immoral, unscrupulous, a dark sorcerer who triggers crises, a charlatan rife with lies. In this world, Constantine is synonymous with all these things. So when he kills his friend, everyone thinks: Of course he would do it, because he's Constantine, a heartless scoundrel. Over time, even Constantine himself comes to believe it.

Note: But you are different; you know the story of Constantine. He couldn't be a truly good person, yet he wasn't thoroughly evil either; he knew he couldn't go to heaven, but he wasn't willing to go to hell either; he was both a ruthless conman and a savior.

You heard the exorcist detective crying in the dead of night—but how could a heartless scoundrel shed tears?

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Smuggling

Note: If someone asks how many universes there are in this world, different people will give different answers—your world will answer "unknown," the original Superman will answer "infinite," the Supreme Superman will answer "52," Dr. Manhattan will answer "52 new ones," and "the hand" will answer differently. What's even more interesting is that, for you, some universes are in paintings, and some universes are on screens—and they are unaware of each other.

Note 2: Whatever the answer to this question, one thing is certain: traveling between them is by no means easy, and the barriers between some universes are insurmountable—but then again, a good worker always gets to their goal.

Ma Zhaodi examined the effects of this skill. It could not only help him travel to universes he had visited before, but also to some universes he had never been to before. However, to ensure that he would not be discovered by some supreme beings and for his own safety, he could not travel to some universes directly with his physical body.

"Am I going to turn into an old man?" he thought to himself, scratching his head as he stepped out of the elevator.

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There was a sudden knocking on Constantine's door. The sound was not loud, but it was very rhythmic and persistent. When the knocking started for the third time, Constantine, unable to bear it any longer, reached out and opened the door.

Then I saw Ma Zhaodi outside the door.

"Damn it, do you even know it's 3 a.m.?!"

“I know, but you can’t sleep anyway.” Ma Zhaodi shrugged. “Or rather, I guess you’re unlikely to be able to sleep tonight, so why don’t we discuss tomorrow’s plans?”

Constantine paused for a moment, then impatiently tried to close the door again: "Take Lester to Midnight, go to the rooftop, lure Namos over, and let Midnight handle it—once it's done, we'll go home."

Ma Zhaodi reached out and held the door open, looking into Constantine's eyes: "Is it really that simple?"

“It’s that simple,” Constantine said. “Hey, gay, get your hands off me. I don’t want to sleep with men.”

Ma Zhaodi's lips twitched. Constantine actually had the nerve to say such a thing—he had even slept with non-human beings, let alone men. "First of all, I'm not gay," Ma Zhaodi corrected. "Secondly, since it's already three o'clock, we don't have much time left to discuss things. We need to finish this quickly."

"Don't you understand English?" Constantine couldn't help but yell. "There's nothing we can do right now; everything has to wait until tomorrow."

"By tomorrow, your fate and Leicester's will be sealed."

When Ma Zhaodi uttered those words, he clearly saw Constantine's body stiffen for a moment.

"What are you babbling about, you lunatic?" he muttered, trying to close the door again. "I can't understand a word you say."

“No.” Ma Zhaodi shook his head: “Compared to your plan, I have a better way—a perfect ending where no one gets hurt, the best solution that doesn’t require sacrificing souls.”

Upon hearing this, Constantine's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly.

“That kind of thing doesn’t exist,” he said. “I haven’t believed in these things since I was born.”

But his hand fell down, no longer blocking the door.

Ma Zhaodi knew he was somewhat interested, so he smiled and went into the room.

"You haven't even heard my proposal, how do you know it won't work?"

The next day, at dawn.

Namos didn't have a very pleasant night.

Generally speaking, nighttime is when it enjoys its feast to the fullest extent, devouring its food to draw strength; in a sense, it is its "happy time."

New York City is the economic, financial, commercial, trade, cultural, and media center of the United States and the world. As one of the world's three major financial centers, the largest city in the United States, and perhaps the richest city in the world.

Wall Street, Times Square, the Statue of Liberty, Central Park and other famous landmarks are located here, as are 120 higher education institutions such as Columbia University and New York University, and 2000 arts and cultural institutions.

This city has almost everything one could desire, and thus naturally, it is not lacking in burning desires: power, wealth, ambition; whatever one wants, greedy crowds always flock to it.

Although Namos has only been here a short time, its growth rate is quite terrifying. Every night, it flies into the sky above this brightly lit and bustling city and begins to hunt in the darkness.

There is always a dark desire in the air, always a thirsty sound, and it only needs to follow the sound.

When it arrives, it injects the out-of-control seeds into the blazing belly, and drinks deeply the nectar brewed by desire with its sensitive tongue.

He loved this scent the most—the scent of desire, the scent of flesh and blood—ever since its birth from the thirst for food and water on the African land, pure desire had become the best flavor it instinctively pursued, and New York just happened to have many different flavors of desire.

Until last night, it hadn't been able to eat anything and had even been slashed by a sword, so it had been locked up inside the church ever since.

Fortunately, it didn't feel anger; it only instinctively pursued deliciousness. So, the moment the church door was broken open, it completely ignored the other ordinary people on the street or in the houses and flew straight to the top of a building.

There was a familiar scent there, which made it even more alluring, as if it had been cooked in some special ritual.

So Namos, who had been hungry all night, decided to start his hunt from there.

(End of this chapter)