Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

“Watfa…”

Constantine stared in disbelief at the miraculous light, his gaze towards Tsurugi filled with nothing but shock.

Not only him, but all hybrid demons and angels are like this.

They knew very well that this was not Dongjiang's power; he was not that strong at all.

This is the power of the Lord, the glory of Heaven, and even, judging from this, the majesty of God!

Such power proclaims only one fact: how deeply the person before us is loved and favored by the Lord and all the angels.

—Are you some kind of bastard son of God?!

Countless questions lingered in these minds, but no matter what, the moment when the glorious fist fell could not be changed!

In fact, Tsugumi didn't expect that he could summon such a huge Heaven's Fist. He was quite shocked.

This proves only two things—first, this place truly is a world directly under the rule of heaven; second, London, how blessed you are.

The sheer scale of this event speaks volumes about the deep resentment and sins that reside in this ancient, foggy city. Heaven's response is, in fact, a way of using Heaven's hand to both respond to and punish the world!

Of course, this only punishes sinners. After all, it's the fist of heaven that falls, not the fire of heaven—if it were the latter, it would probably mean there are unlikely to be more than ten living people in this place.

This punch is just like the skill in the game of the same name. That skill is specifically for undead creatures and demons, while this one only targets sins.

The Fist of Heaven crashed heavily into London.

The enormous fist fell without causing any physical impact, but at the moment of impact, countless beams of holy light transformed into lightning and spread throughout London.

In an instant, all the fog and darkness dissipated, revealing all the evil lurking in the shadows. Evil spirits, wizards, werewolves, vampires—and countless hybrid demons—all screamed as they felt the lightning erupting from their bodies!

Dongjiang felt the holy light he had just used up instantly replenished.

And that's not all—

After judging these dark creatures, Heaven's Fist immediately turned its attention to humanity.

This radiance, emanating directly from heaven, seemed to possess a power akin to "forced repentance," burning away the sins within all mortals in the instant it erupted, forcing them to repent and suffer.

—Come on, baby, the merit contest is about to begin.

Those who are guilty should die!

In an instant, countless people knelt down, wailed, and were burned alive while repenting throughout London!

But what Tsurugi can be certain of is—

At least in Downing Street, there are hardly any living people left.

As the lightning subsided, all of London fell silent.

Having transmigrated, my only purpose is to kill, kill, kill! : 81. Chancellor of the Exchequer Constantine

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Constantine is rolling

The excruciating pain, indescribable pain, spread throughout his body and mind, while this sacred power forcibly expanded throughout his body!

Repent, remember, and trace back your past!

Those past events that Constantine felt immense guilt about, those painful memories, those terrible experiences—everything about them—

But aside from his painful wails, John Constantine revealed not a single word about his past, neither guilt nor pain.

I simply endured the pain.

“John…”

In the front seat, his assistant and driver, Chase, watched him silently. If Constantine were sober at that moment, he would surely have recognized his assistant's identity.

After all, his identity could be easily deduced from his golden eyes and the fact that he was completely unaffected by the aura of heaven.

Knock knock knock~~~

There was a knocking sound outside the window. Chas turned around and was almost startled, because the culprit was grinning at him from outside the car door.

In his hand, he was also carrying the Queen, who looked almost like a dried corpse.

Clearly, she was protected by Tsurugi; otherwise, based on what this noble queen knew, she would have been doomed—of course, not killing her was just a way to make use of her before killing her!

After all, sin is not just about what you did; many sins also stem from knowing something but turning a blind eye to it, or even fueling it.

Accomplices are still criminals, and earthly laws may be lenient towards them, but the judgment in heaven is cold and uncompromising.

Chas took off his coat and draped it over Constantine's shoulders. He got out of the car, looked at Dongjiang, and hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but didn't.

"What? Is there something you want to say? Or is there something you want to say in place of what was said above?"

Tsugumi released the dying queen and looked at Chas with a smile, asking...

"...It shouldn't be like this."

Chas was silent for a moment, then stretched out the wings that belonged to the hybrid angels on his back, and said with a sorrowful and bewildered expression.

"That's not how the Lord planned it..."

John Constantine's fate was already sealed; what awaited him was supposed to be a trial, a test.

Fate has been altered; the trials Constantine was supposed to face have been disrupted, and his return to Heaven after completing his mission has become increasingly distant.

"Gabriel is already in hell," Tsugumi said bluntly.

“I will send Him to hell to atone for his actions, and leave everything Constantine has to me.”

"Is this the Lord's will...?"

"No, it was me who meant it," Tsugumi shrugged.

“I do need to save Constantine’s soul and prevent him from falling into the hands of hell. In a sense, our goals are aligned.”

Chas remained silent for a while, then looked up with a rather complicated expression.

"Then what should I do?" he asked softly, as if asking Tsurugi, or perhaps asking himself in bewilderment.

"You don't seem to dislike human life too much, so just continue following Constantine."

Tsugumi pointed at Constantine, who had fainted from the pain in the car, and laughed.

"Anyway, someone like him, even if he were given a second life, he would inevitably get caught up in bigger problems sooner or later."

Chase looked at Constantine and realized it was true. Given his personality and style, even with a hundred chances to start over, he would inevitably get into endless trouble.

“I will assist you in your actions,” Chas said respectfully.

Tsugumi nodded in satisfaction; with that, all the problems had been solved.

Now, it's time to contact our Lord Satan.

......

"You're awake! Congratulations, John Constantine! From this day forward, you are the new Economic Secretary of the British Empire, appointed by the Queen!"

When Constantine groggily woke up, the first thing he heard was this utter nonsense.

Chancellor of the Exchequer? Me?

Constantine scoffed. This pauper, who had never had more than a thousand pounds on him and whose savings had always hovered around zero, was going to be Chancellor of the Exchequer? Unless a black man became President of the United States and an Indian became Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, it was absolutely impossible!

Then he silently stared at the gilded letter of appointment in front of him.

In the name of Her Majesty the Queen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, Duchess of Edinburgh, Countess of Meriones, Baroness of Greenwich, Duke of Lancaster, Lord of the Isle of Man, Duke of Normandy, Lord of the Order of the Garter, Lord of the Order of Bath, Lord of the Oldest and Most Noble Order of Scotland, and the Greatest (one hundred nicknames omitted) Elizabeth II, John Constantine is appointed Baron of Innsmouth and Chancellor of the Exchequer of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland!

"...I must not be fully awake yet."

Constantine stared at the gilded letter of appointment before him, rubbed his face, and muttered to himself.

"No, it's true, John. Congratulations on becoming a member of high society."

A mocking voice sounded from the side, and Constantine turned his head, then jumped up in fright.

"It's you! What else do you want?!"

He was in his apartment, and sitting next to him was Tsurugi, a being who was both a demon and a saint, a being that Constantine could not understand and found indescribable.

"I've come to see you finish your work." Tsugumi took a sip of coffee, then spat it out.

"What kind of garbage is this?!"

"...What does this have to do with the letter of appointment?"

"Because I want to help you summon Mammon," Tsugumi said with a smile.

“You should know Mammon’s nature. To summon the King of the South, the ruler of Pandemonium, your soul alone is not enough.”

Mammon is a demon who arouses humanity's desire for money. He is the southern one of the four demon kings and the one who built the extremely luxurious "Pandemon Palace" in Hell. After falling into Hell, Mammon led the demons to excavate gold and various precious metals in the belly of the Hell mountains, and then used these things to decorate the various rooms of the "Pandemon Palace".

The reason he fell from heaven was because of this: even when he was serving God in heaven, he had a strong obsession with valuable items such as gold, silver, and precious stones, and he preferred to serve these things rather than the Lord.

This ultimately led him to follow Lucifer in rebellion and fall into depravity, becoming the devil king of hell.

Interestingly, despite his fall, Mammon was the most gentle of all the demon kings. When Satan led the demons to confront the heavenly army, Mammon suggested that instead of fighting Heaven for human souls, it would be better to live peacefully in Hell and enjoy the pleasures that money and other riches bring.

In short, he has always been the representative of non-aggression in Hell, and from another perspective, this very character is Mammon's weapon. It is he who allows materialism to fester in the hearts of mankind, causing them to fight each other for petty gains, ultimately committing unforgivable sins and falling into Hell.

Therefore, for believers, Mammon is an extremely difficult being to summon to the human world unless you have a huge amount of money as a lure, in which case Mammon will respond to your call and come to the human world.

The paradox is that if you have money, you don't need to summon Mammon. If you don't have money, Mammon won't even bother with you.

Tsurugi could have easily used his own collection to make Constantine the sacrifice, but he was clearly not a selfless good person.

So he used a compromise—he made Constantine the Chancellor of the Exchequer.

Whether this position has real power is irrelevant; Constantine only needs the position to have the power to sell off the entire wealth of the British government.

There's nothing unfair about it; that's just how the rules are. Jesus died bearing the sins of all humanity, and then became the King of Kings. Therefore, the contractual relationship between rulers and the ruled on earth was thus defined.

A king enjoys the support of his subjects, but he must also bear the sins of his subjects. Dongjiang's antics with the queen and the others were not simply for fun; they were a reasonable and legal act in accordance with divine will.

Similarly, when subjects are ruled by a king, it is equivalent to surrendering all their power to the king. The king can also distribute this power, but it is ultimately an extension of his own power.

Although the de facto monarch of the United Kingdom is now the Prime Minister at Downing Street, the royal family remains the legally binding ruler of the country. Moreover, with the Prime Minister now dead, all power has naturally returned to the Queen.

Therefore, Constantine, appointed by the Queen, was qualified to trade the nation's wealth and even their fortunes!

Constantine, of course, understood these things, and after a moment of silence, he looked at Tsurugi earnestly and said...