章節 1426: Chapter 962: The End of Constantine (Middle)_2

But Shiller paid off all of Constantine's debts, which means that when Constantine's company was going through bankruptcy liquidation, all assets were just enough to offset all liabilities, and all creditors recovered their costs, with some even making a surplus.

So, at this time, Constantine has opened up a company in his own name and is again seeking investment. Who would invest again?

Formerly, they kept investing out of fear they wouldn't recover the cost, but now, after thousands of hardships, they finally got a pretty decent outcome.

All investors are patting their chests in relief, feeling lucky that they could recover their capital even from a fraudster. Even if they were foolish, they would not invest a second time in a scammer who has completely lost his credibility.

Constantine, in the basement room, tried countless Summoning Demons or Angels' Magic Arrays but received no response.

All the Magic Power in his body disappeared as his wounds healed. Now, except for a healthy body and a brain full of mystic knowledge, he has nothing else.

Constantine sat on the messy floor of the basement where the Arrays were drawn and took out a cigarette from his trench coat pocket. After it was lit, he coughed twice after only taking a puff.

Then he realized, not only magic, but his addiction to cigarettes, alcohol, and drugs had also left him. He was back to the state of ignorance he had at 17. He had truly been reborn.

Constantine wanted to continue smoking, but it seemed like he remembered something. He showed a smile, uglier than crying, then threw the cigarette aside. Watching the smoke rise from the burning cigarette butt on the ground, he muttered, "Miraculous recovery, Professor."

Constantine sat in place, covering his face with his hands. After he calmed down, that terrible fear he had always evaded came back, making his breathing rapid and shaking all over.

"No... No... Don't think about them... Don't think about anything, empty your mind..." Constantine mumbled hugging his head, then started to grope around on the ground instinctively.

Next to his bed, he found a small bottle of medicine, his usual snack, which could bring him a good night's sleep. With his trembling arm, he opened the lid and poured a lot of tablets into his palm.

Just as he instinctively wanted to put the tablets in his mouth, he threw them away as if he had been scorched, shaking his hands frantically, then shouted out loud:

"No! John! What are you doing?! You can't go back to smoking, drinking, and using drugs... think about what you exchanged for your new life!"

Soon, his voice became weak, then he said, "But I need to distract my attention, I want to sleep, I don't want to think about them..."

"This is what you deserve, this is what you deserve... John, you killed so many people, innocent children, reliable friends, and you sought to escape from guilt through physical pain, now you can't do it anymore, this is what you deserve..."

Like a suffocating fish, Constantine kept squeezing out short coughs from his throat. Then, as if he saw an Illusion, he stood up and started talking to the air:

"Astra, is that you? I can explain what happened then, it wasn't me... it wasn't deliberate... it really wasn't..." Constantine spoke more and more rapidly, his voice full of sorrow.

Then he became agitated again and said: "Devils! It's all your damned doing! It was you who took away the souls of the innocent!"

Standing in the dim basement room, Constantine heard the whispering sounds next to his ears.

"It's you! Constantine! Don't think you can put blame on us..."

"It was your misuse of magic that caused the tragedy..."

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

Suddenly, Constantine turned his head sharply and looked at his side, but there was nothing there, however, he abruptly shouted: "No! This is all your conspiracy! It's your plan to get back at me!!!"

"Thomas!! I know it's you! You've never died, you've always been following me, trying to torment me in all sorts of ways, it's all a plot you made to drive me insane!!!"

Constantine waved his arms at the void, shouting, "I killed you in our mother's womb! But so what? This world was always unfair!!!"

"When father found out mother was carrying twins, he only gave one name to you!!! He gave his name to you!!!" Constantine nearly croaked in frenzy, "Only you're called Thomas! I can only be called John!"

"John... John... It's a name he heard at a gambling table, and he just threw it at me!'

"Every time I heard him call your name, I felt jealousy consuming my Soul! So. I had to kill you! Otherwise, he would never love me!"

As Constantine continuously swung his hands towards the void, it seemed as if he was dancing a dance that accompanied an evil Curse, madness, cruelty, and danger, like a puppet manipulated by fate.

Quickly, he stopped, like a toy stopping short as if the spring was drained, leaning against his knees panting, then he whispered:

"If I have done anything wrong? Maybe it's…" Maybe it's…

He continued his mumbling while searching around the room. Then, next to the mattress, he found a piece of wire for fastening the mattress. He took it into his hand and looked up at the ceiling.

Blood seeped from the cracks in the room's walls, coloring the floor and the ceiling, with a dark red color. The fluid flowed down the stairs, flooding the entire room in warm amniotic fluid.

Through the amnion and the stream of amniotic fluid, Constantine heard the heartbeat of another being. He heard the vague voice from outside mother's belly:

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

The voice was so soft and slow, full of expectation and love.

In a daze, Constantine saw an umbilical cord swaying above his head. Another him was standing across, pressing his ear to the amnion, listening to father's gentle call, feeling the expectation for his birth from his family.

Constantine reached out his shaking arm and pulled the umbilical cord. In his chaotic thoughts, he thoughtif he had done anything wrong, it would be to not understand sooner, that a life not expected, shouldn't come into this world.

The umbilical cord gradually magnified in Constantine's field of vision, and when it touched his cheek, it was unusually hard and cold.

Then, he felt a heavy sensation of falling. He thought, maybe his mother was in labor, which was why he felt suffocated.

But soon, he got that warm feeling again. After the amniotic fluid flowed out, he felt the amnion wrap around him, just like mother's gentle arms.

Wrapped in such warmth, Constantine felt really relaxed and peaceful; so, he slowly drifted to sleep.

"Bang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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

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