Compared to the rigid, rule-laden heaven, there also exists a realm of forbearance and depravity.
But Constantine preferred the Eternal Religion.
There was freedom here—freedom in every breath.
The gods of this realm were truly merciful.
The Eternal God was supreme, a being of immense greatness.
To others, the planet was nothing but a plaything.
Have you ever seen a Starry Sky Dragon?
Constantine had—he saw it today.
Compared to Gabriel, who had barred him from entering heaven time and time again, the followers of the Eternal God were truly powerful.
A single sword could cleave a mountain in two.
True compassion versus false compassion.
Constantine watched all the footage, then glanced out the window with a scornful smile.
"Sure enough, they're all hypocrites. Even ordinary mortals can see through their masks. Honestly, I'm beginning to suspect heaven and hell are working together to toy with us humans..."
He calmly lit a cigarette.
Eyes drifting toward the night sky.
His gaze was steady, unwavering.
Gone was the confusion of the past—only firm belief remained.
If they insist on setting layer after layer of restrictions and thresholds, they shouldn't blame humans for abandoning their faith.
What's so special about angels?
What's so holy about God?
What's so beautiful about heaven?
The truth is—the world is better off with humans in it.
If you're going to ascend...
Then raise the whole world along with you.
The people in the online forums hadn't lied—those so-called gods were all hypocrites.
Constantine didn't go out and preach immediately. Instead, he returned to bed, slipping into a meditative state.
To overthrow two false gods...
Strength was everything.
And what better sacrifice than Gabriel herself?
Losing an angel—that would hurt heaven.
A lot.
Constantine chuckled darkly.
The Next Day
Constantine arranged to meet his old friend, Father Hennessy.
A long-time companion and confidant—he'd helped Constantine countless times.
He was also a magnet for misfortune.
Misery loves company, as they say—and they were no exception.
In a quiet café, Constantine sat reading a newspaper, coffee steaming in front of him.
Footsteps broke through the calm ambiance.
A familiar figure approached.
"Hey... isn't this our infamous demon hunter? What brings you here with free time on your hands?"
Father Hennessy grinned and gave him a solid pat on the shoulder before sitting across from him.
It had been a long time since the two last saw each other.
This guy was always wandering the globe, tirelessly battling Satan's forces.
Usually, they'd only cross paths in passing.
So to receive an actual invitation like this?
Hennessy was practically beaming.
Still, he thought Constantine was a little too intense for his own good. Obsession could burn a man out.
Constantine calmly took a sip of his coffee. His expression remained flat, as if the topic were trivial.
"I gave up trying to enter that hypocritical place they call heaven. So now I've got time to spare."
Father Hennessy's smile faded. He stared at his friend, troubled.
"You're not… thinking of joining hell, are you?"
In the realm of supernatural power, there were only two major forces: heaven and hell.
And from what Hennessy knew, Satan had always had a special interest in Constantine.
Always tempting. Always watching.
The thought of Constantine falling sent a chill down his spine.
Silently, Hennessy pulled out the cross hidden in his coat, just in case.
Because if Constantine truly fell...
His life would be next.
Constantine noticed the tension and sighed, shaking his head.
"There's a better place than either heaven or hell. A real place. The Eternal God Realm. Think about it, my friend—we humans have always suffered.
If heaven were truly as benevolent as they say, why haven't the angels descended to save us?
Let's be real—we're nothing more than lambs to the slaughter."
All beings suffer.
Only a select few ever make it to heaven.
And that's only if someone sacrifices everything—just like his mother did.
Devotion. Faith. Pain.
What difference is there between that and hell?
Only the aesthetic.
And they dare call that "heaven"?
Father Hennessy frowned at his friend. "The Eternal God Realm? Never heard of it. What is that?"
"An immensely powerful god who imposes no restrictions. Who only wishes for humans to live better lives. One who grants us strength.
Tell me, wouldn't you believe in such a god?"
"Goddamn right I would!"
Hennessy slammed the table, drawing the attention of half the café.
Realizing the scene he caused, he laughed awkwardly and quickly sat back down.
"Alright, out with it. What happened to you? I know I'm a priest and all, but let's be honest—I don't really like the way the Church handles things either."
"The God of Eternity created the Eternal Church. Only one envoy exists in each world—and I'm the lucky one.
In just two hours, my cancer was gone. My strength returned. I've never felt more alive."
Constantine grinned, radiating pride and power.
And Hennessy? For the first time in a long while, he felt a spark of hope.
He too suffered from chronic illnesses.
He prayed—just like everyone else.
But received nothing in return.
Not even Gabriel—an angel walking the earth—had ever answered his calls.
Was it because humans were too insignificant to deserve salvation?
The two hit it off immediately, their convictions aligned.
Together, they began planning the first sacrifice—and preparing to recruit more believers.
Their prime targets?
The sick. The terminal. The forsaken.
Under the gaze of the Eternal God, all were healed.
Faith came easily after that.
And it was growing—rapidly.
Father Hennessy, for his part, recruited people from his own religious community, selecting those most weighed down by suffering.
Together, they were unstoppable.
And very, very busy.
———
Fox Demon Realm.
Tushan.
On a massive tree trunk, Tushan Yaya lay sprawled out, her legs lifted lazily in the air. Her fluffy ears twitched occasionally, making her look absurdly cute—even though her usually cold eyes were filled with surprise.
Fox demons were known for their caution since ancient times. So when she first joined the chat group, Yaya immediately chose to lurk.
But after experiencing an overwhelming barrage of messages, she quickly made up her mind:
This was no illusion.
Nor was it some soul-binding spell or illusionary trap.
This was a true, terrifying reality.
Sword Immortals... Arhats... Buddhas... Immortal Emperors... and the God of Eternity.
One after another, beings of overwhelming power appeared before her eyes.
If this were a nightmare, she wished she'd wake up.
But it wasn't.
Those videos—those terrifying, surreal clips...
Covering the sky with a single hand.
World elevation.
Starry Sky True Dragons.
And here she was—just a fox demon who loved money and acted a little naive. The best she could do was cast some karmic spells. There was no way she could keep up with this kind of madness.
Destroy the Buddha?
Erase heaven?
After witnessing the Celestial Court being smashed flat by a single palm...
Tushan Yaya fainted.
About half an hour later...
A gentle fox demon with long, golden hair approached. She spotted the "sleeping" girl from afar and called out softly, "Yaya~ Wake up. It's time to eat~"
Her voice was gentle and warm.
Her eyes sparkled with an almost magical light.
She was incredibly powerful—this was none other than the ruler of the Tushan fox demons, Tushan Honghong.
Unlike other demon kings, Honghong didn't care for grand displays or intimidation.
Instead, she ran her territory like a large, warm family.
And within this territory, very few humans were allowed.
"Ahh… Sister, I'm here~" Yaya, now fully awake, floated gracefully in midair, spinning once before landing with elegant poise.
Tushan Honghong, who had just turned around, didn't notice the strange look in her sister's eyes.
Meanwhile, in the Multiverse Chat Group.
Spirit of the Demon Sword:
"I miss that fox girl. It's been sixteen hours already… So boring without her."
Tanjiro:
"Yeah, she hasn't said anything. I've never talked to a fox demon before. Are they really mountain-sized like in legends?"
Chu Dashan:
"Probably. Judging by what we've seen, the more powerful the demon, the larger the form. Just look at that Starry Sky True Dragon."
Old Gao the Reminder:
"Isn't there an old saying? 'The stronger the demon, the purer the bloodline. Until they return to their ancestral form…'"
Seeker of Sentience:
"You guys are definitely trying to lure her out—but of course, I have no evidence."
For Peace:
"Come on, isn't silence the most boring thing in a chat group? Even if she's not joining the cult, at least come out and say hi."
Ninja Scientist:
"I still think our welcome ceremony was too over-the-top for a newcomer. We need to tone it down next time."
Demon Hunter (Constantine):
"Hello everyone. I've decided to officially join the Eternal God Cult."
Chu Dashan:
"Wuhu! Feeling better?"
Demon Hunter:
"Yeah... If it weren't for all of your support and pressure, I probably would've given up. For someone like me, with no hope left, this was the perfect medicine."
Spirit of the Demon Sword:
"Emmmm… Of course! Even the soul can be healed. So what's a little terminal illness? Brother, do you want me to teach you how to make a proper sacrifice?"
Demon Hunter:
"By the way, how old are you, Nightshade? Sorry, I haven't had time to read all the past messages."
Junior Brother of Dazhufeng:
"She was sealed in the Demon Locking Tower for over a thousand years."
Demon Hunter:
"…."
No wonder she calls me 'little brother.' At that age, she could be my grandmother.
Constantine gave a bitter smile.
As expected, this group was full of monsters.
Chu Dashan:
"Considering how dangerous your world is—and your horrifying enemies—I suggest you build an altar and start with a basic sacrifice. Once you gain power from that, you can move on to greater offerings.
Regular Eternal Meditation probably won't be enough to fight those angels and demons."
In the group, every new member was assumed to be a one-star envoy by default.
And for new envoys in dangerous realms...
That first sacrifice was critical.
It would significantly boost their power level.
As for what to offer? It didn't need to be expensive—only meaningful. What mattered most was your sincerity.
Demon Hunter:
"Thanks, Brother Chu. I've already chosen my sacrifice: the angel who lives in someone's house—Gabriel."
Chu Dashan:
"Uh… That's ambitious. But are you sure you can handle her?"
Gabriel had many rumors surrounding her.
And she was an angel.
Could Constantine—the current Demon Hunter—really fight her?
Chu Dashan had serious doubts.