Li Er: "Yeah… welcome aboard, you two!"
Tanjiro: "Wait… is the fox a vixen…?"
SadlyReminded_LaoGao: "…"
Chu Dashan: "Another female member joins the group—this is the best day ever!!!"
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "What are you so excited about? Don't you want someone to split your head open?"
Chu Dashan: "Of course I do! But the problem is… in this little underworld of mine, no one dares challenge me anymore—except for maybe those guys at Kage level."
Junior Brother Dazhufeng: "It's because you can't leave Earth. That's what's lame about it…"
He had only recently come to understand what "Earth" meant across other worlds.
Demon-Slaying Uncle Nine: "Don't worry, you two. We don't discriminate against monsters here. Whether you're a yokai or a demon, you're welcome. Are you interested in joining a religion?"
Li Er: "Oi! Don't steal my line! You haven't even reached One-Star Apostle status yet. What are you even doing? I'm the Immortal Emperor of the Immortal Realm—the original Four-Star Apostle and the oldest believer in the group!"
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "You've only been an Emperor for, like, three days. I'm still a Sword Spirit, alright?"
PursuingSentientBeings: "I'm literally a Buddha… and now it's my turn to speak."
Junior Brother Dazhufeng: "I'm an Arhat. Hi there~"
ForPeace: "Don't be afraid, you two newcomers. These guys are just a little nuts. But… most of what they're saying is actually true."
ForPeace: "For instance, 'Second Li' is Li Shimin. He's already taken the entire world into the Immortal Realm. The Sword Immortal, the Arhat, the Buddha—they're all real."
Li Er: "Long story short: we're all from different worlds. We're not ghosts or hallucinations. This is a chat group made up of supreme powers across the multiverse."
Li Er: "Second, there's a real god in this group—the Eternal God. If you believe in Him, you'll be saved. Everything you want will be yours."
NinjaScientist: "Immortality, power, authority… everything's here. You just need to devote your faith to the Eternal God."
DemonHunter: "So it's like Satan and God then? Are we supposed to hand over our souls and bodies?"
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "???"
Tanjiro: "???"
Li Er: "???"
Uncle Nine: "What God? What Satan? Never heard of them. Is that some fake god from your world?"
ForPeace: "Probably some made-up deity, like Buddha, maybe?"
Constantine sat at home, staring at the words that materialized in his vision.
His brows furrowed deeply.
They didn't even know God or Satan?
And weren't Buddhists the ones from over there in the East?
A wisp of cigarette smoke curled upward from his fingers as he took another drag.
Chu Dashan: "Let me break it down for everyone—our Immortals and Buddhas belong to the Eastern Pantheon. The God and Satan he's talking about are from the Western one."
Chu Dashan: "God rules Heaven, rewarding the righteous. Satan rules Hell, punishing the wicked."
SadlyReminded_LaoGao: "Exactly. But the Western gods are kinda scummy. They don't follow the rules and they're weak. Our Eternal God? Now that's real power."
Li Er: "Can't argue with that. But why wait until death? Why can't the living receive salvation too?"
Chu Dashan: "I think that's how it's set up. Don't know the details. In my world, we've got stories of Western angels descending too. Once I finish dealing with domestic affairs, I'm going to wipe them out. There can be only one faith on Earth!"
PursuingSentientBeings: "Friend, maybe you should explain it. @DemonHunter, your world—only you can explain it properly."
Constantine saw the tag.
He hesitated.
Then took a long drag of his cigarette and exhaled slowly.
Whatever. He'd say it.
DemonHunter: "God rules Heaven. Everyone wants to go there—to be redeemed. The soul becomes light…"
PursuingSentientBeings: "Pfft… I get it now. This is just like Buddhism, isn't it? Good souls ascend to the Western Paradise. Same kind of sales pitch—salvation, deliverance. Heaven is just a kingdom someone else built, and now you're invited to be a guest."
PursuingSentientBeings: "I realized long ago—brother, you need to wake up."
Constantine was cut off.
His face darkened.
This damn bald monk was infuriating.
Why not let someone finish their thought?
Didn't he see how hard Constantine was trying?
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "Baldy, let him finish his sentence for once! Damn it, you're the worst kind of know-it-all. You're seriously annoying! Angry.jpg"
YoungMasterMurong: "Agreed. I'm so tired of his blabbering. Give me ten minutes of peace, please. @DemonHunter, go ahead and speak. But judging by your name, do you really want to go to Heaven?"
DemonHunter: "Yes. I truly want to."
DemonHunter: "I have lung cancer… and I've attempted suicide before. I'm scared—terrified—of going to Hell. That's why I'm fighting so hard to earn my way into Heaven."
Tanjiro: "Why? Is Hell really that bad? In our world, Hell is kind of like a long river of souls. They even drag people out to 'play' with sometimes..."
Constantine froze mid-gesture as he saw that last message pop up.
His fingers trembled.
Then he slowly dropped the cigarette into his half-finished coffee.
His heart pounded in his chest.
A long river of souls?
"Forget it… It's something I can't understand again," Constantine muttered to himself.
But oddly enough, chatting with them like this made him feel... comforted.
Demon Hunter: "Hell is terrifying. Monsters roam everywhere. Satan reigns as its commander-in-chief. It's not just desolate—it's corrupt, vile, and suffocating. I genuinely believe that any normal person would despise it."
Demon Hunter: "That's why I've spent countless years hunting down Hell's minions. I want redemption. I want to enter Heaven."
Chu Dashan: "Redemption? For what? Just because of suicide? Come on… that's not even a real crime."
Demon Hunter: "But people who commit suicide aren't allowed into Heaven. That's why I can't go."
ForPeace: "Brother, you've been scammed. Heaven's gatekeepers are just using you. They dangle salvation like bait so you'll work yourself to death for free."
SadlyReminded_LaoGao: "Exactly! If you ask me, you should start believing in the God of Eternity. Not only will He cure your cancer, He'll also give you overwhelming power."
SadlyReminded_LaoGao: "Friendly reminder: once you do, you won't ever need to worry about Satan or God again."
Constantine gave a bitter smile.
These guys didn't feel any different from Satan's bunch. They were relentless, constantly tempting him to worship this so-called Eternal God.
A god he had never even heard of.
Ridiculous.
He sighed. "Forget it. I don't want to deal with this anymore."
His body was exhausted. The cancer had been sapping his strength for months now. Sleep was his only real relief.
Chu Dashan: "@DemonHunter — believe it or not, there's an 'Eternal Meditation Technique' in the group. Just try meditating once after downloading it. Your cancer will be cured!"
Chu Dashan: "Try it. Worst case, you lose nothing. If it works… remember to call me a handsome genius, yeah?"
SadlyReminded_LaoGao: "Proof? My second brother had his, uh… let's just say, important body part chopped off—and now it's fully regrown. Want me to show you?"
Ninja Scientist: "My arm was taken by the Grim Reaper himself—and now it's back like new. I'm telling you, kid, just give it a shot."
The endless string of pings made Constantine grind his teeth.
There was no mute button.
He was already a light sleeper, and now this noise was unbearable.
"...Damn it all… Fine! I'll try it. You damn devils—let's see if your 'meditation' is really all that."
With frustration, Constantine opened the group files.
He quickly located the Eternal Meditation Technique and downloaded it.
The instructions were absurdly simple: Calm your mind. Meditate. That's it.
He had practiced meditation before—this wasn't new.
Except this time, there was no chanting, no mantras.
Just silence.
Constantine slowly closed his eyes.
From the void, a mysterious force began to touch his soul.
His battered body, wracked by illness, felt a warmth seeping in.
Something gentle.
Something divine.
A tranquil energy, like sacred light, began to nourish him—body and soul.
Even just a sliver of this power was enough to reshape the fate of a human being.
He'd experienced soul travel before, entering planes beyond understanding. But this—this was different.
This was not Heaven.
This was not Hell.
It was peace.
A realm where darkness wasn't frightening, but comforting.
Where the mind could truly rest.
"So this… is the beauty of meditation…" he whispered to himself.
His soul wandered through the world of meditation—until he saw it.
The Eternal God's Dharmakaya.
A divine form surrounded by billions of faithful followers.
Constantine knelt instinctively.
He didn't know how long he remained in that place.
But two hours later—
He snapped awake.
And gasped.
He felt his body.
Whole.
Healthy.
He touched his chest, his lungs, his stomach.
No pain.
No nausea.
No fatigue.
"Holy… crap…" he muttered, breathless. "I feel amazing."
He leapt to his feet.
Checked the clock.
Only two hours had passed.
And yet—his cancer… was gone.
Energy surged through him like wildfire.
His spiritual power was overflowing.
He stared at his hands, stunned.
Then…
A dangerous thought crept into his mind:
If I devote myself to the Eternal God… I could surpass both Satan and God.
Satan had tempted him for years.
But never gave him real power.
Only promises.
Empty lures.
Even Gabriel—the supposed angel of light—had betrayed him.
They were all hypocrites.
False gods.
Liars.
"Go to hell… all of you," Constantine muttered, his eyes shining.
"I quit."
"Whoever believes in those frauds is a damned fool."
He pulled out a cigarette.
Stared at it.
Then dropped it.
He no longer needed it.
With trembling hands, he opened the chat group again.
No longer skeptical.
Now… hungry.
He poured over the pinned messages.
The knowledge was overwhelming.
Eternal Meditation Method
Eternal Sacrifice Rites
Ten Rules for Ritual Offerings
Altar Construction Guidelines
Proper Tribute Materials
And so much more…
Constantine watched the demonstration videos shared by the members.
Every second was a revelation.
His doubts were gone.
His awe was complete.
He had stepped onto a new path.
And this time—
He wasn't just fighting for survival.
He was going to become something more.