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

"I have a question for you: Who exactly are you?"

"I'm your father!"

Constantine responded by giving the middle finger and saying sarcastically.

"My dad was an alcoholic with only one hand. He was sentenced to six months in jail for stealing women's underwear. Even saints do this?"

“No, I mean I’m Adam, the first Dick, so I’m your ancestor, your father, you can also call me Archaeopteryx,” Tsurugi said seriously.

"...Are you serious?" Constantine was a little unsure, after all, if the person in front of him really was Adam, then everything seemed to make sense.

After all, Adam was God's eldest son.

No, I was just kidding.

"Fuck you!" Constantine raised two middle fingers.

However, after a bit of joking around, the tense atmosphere dissipated, and Constantine finally asked the question he really wanted to ask.

"why me?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you redeem me?" Constantine asked, conflicted and hesitant, secretly glancing at Tsurugi.

“What do you want from me? I don’t think… I’m someone who’s worth saving.”

"Sigh, you're not happy just taking advantage without giving anything in return, are you?" Tsuruge sighed, seemingly lamenting how base human nature can be, then pulled out a long spear.

"Fine then, if you insist on paying a price, then go to hell! I'll pierce your ASS with my Holy Lance right now as your reward!"

Having transmigrated, my only purpose is to kill, kill, kill! : 82. Summoning Mammon and the New Order

Constantine sternly rejected the saint's excessive demands.

Yadamoyada, oyster touching oyster!!!

Perhaps because he has a handsome face like Keanu Reeves, Constantine in this world is a young man with a normal sexual orientation.

If this were in a comic book, he might have readily agreed, since it's a super plug that can be used by both men and women, regardless of gender, and even by sharks.

After confirming several times that he would not have to pay a price, Constantine shut up.

He had many, many questions, but he was wise enough not to ask even a single extra one.

For example, was the saint in front of us the one who triggered the conflict between the US and the Soviet Union? And was it a crime for him to just summon the light of heaven, which killed countless Londoners?

Whether it is true or not is no longer important. If it really is true... then just pretend I know nothing.

Constantine was one-third good, one-third bad, and one-third hippie, so he didn't care at all whether those politicians and scoundrels lived or died.

In any case, Heaven and Hell have their own judgment; the good go to Heaven to enjoy themselves, and the bad go to Hell to suffer. This is the simplest and most straightforward distinction between good and evil. Although Constantine cursed the order that prevented him from going to Heaven, he never denied the correctness of this system built on morality.

At least compared to the numerous ruling structures on earth and the inevitable corruption that breeds them, the rules of heaven and hell are at least fair.

And the financial problems of his own country? Ha! Constantine felt only joy upon learning that he was going to sell the gold and treasures that the lords and the upper class had plundered from all over the world and squeezed from the common people.

He felt that selling these things to the devil might actually be a good deed!

Since his soul has already been sold once, it doesn't matter if he sells it again.

"I need some time, cough cough cough cough!!!" Constantine said, coughing violently again, lowering his hand from his mouth, his palm already stained with dark blood.

“I can tell you really need it.” Tsurugi stood up beside him, looked at him, and raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not a procrastinator, so when I go out shopping, I hope you’ll be all ready when I come back.”

"You're really pushing me hard. You're actually a capitalist in hell, aren't you?"

Constantine muttered a complaint, then stared blankly at the letter of appointment in his hand, while Tsugumi had already walked down the stairs of the old apartment building.

The streets were quiet; there were no noisy children, no homeless people who had been killed, and the Gundams that could be seen on the streets just a few days ago seemed to have all disappeared overnight.

Was he doing this on purpose to impress his 'saintly' self-righteousness? Tsurugi thought with a hint of amusement, but he still wanted to believe it was thanks to his earnest 'reasoning' yesterday.

That one Heaven's Fist basically destroyed London.

As for the dead? He didn't keep count, but it must have been a considerable number.

London is a metropolis with 5 million inhabitants (Bobo's little tune). The number of criminals purged by the Fist of Heaven would not be less than 500,000, but Tsurugi estimates that most of them either work in Downing Street or are employed in the City.

This group of morally bankrupt individuals are usually incompetent. Inheriting the fine traditions of the British, they were not honest even after World War II. Under the leadership of Winston Churchill, they jumped around trying to regain the glory of their former world colonization.

Originally, this group of people had made great efforts to turn their Great Britain into a Dai Ying, but the fact that they accomplished nothing in these decades does not mean that they did anything good.

Therefore, Dongjiang estimates that the entire leadership of London, or rather the entire British government, from politicians to the civil service, has already been swept up by him...

After walking through two streets, Dongjiang finally saw some signs of human habitation. Without exception, all the people on the road looked bewildered, and many of them were distributing food or other things to the homeless on the street.

They must have been the ones who took these homeless people away from the freezing, cold streets of winter.

That's the benefit of heavenly deterrence.

Normally, such a massacre, especially of the leadership, would inevitably lead to the collapse of order and large-scale chaos. However, after personally experiencing the judgment of heaven, unless they are extremely rare oddballs, they would definitely not dare to cause trouble.

Not only would they not dare to, but they would do their best to do good deeds, hoping to atone for their sins and avoid suffering eternal torment in hell after death.

Human society has spent thousands of years trying to maintain a balance between those in power and the common people, but none of that compares to the direct moral intimidation of a heaven-and-hell system!

Those who did not die from the power of Heaven's Fist were also tormented and terrified by their sins, fearing that they would fall into hell after death, so they hurriedly tried to atone for their sins.

Tsuruga watched from the street for a while, not disturbing anything; such behavior wasn't bad. Tsuruga's thoughts differed from God's; he always believed that as long as one performed a suitable good deed, even if their heart wasn't necessarily good, that person deserved a good ending.

Of course, wrong is wrong, and right is right; the two cannot be confused. Only by clarifying the former can the latter be rewarded.

Tsurugi walked toward a nearby coffee shop. He had never concealed his whereabouts, but the guy who was following him was certainly patient.

They walked two streets together, following him for half a day, but he didn't dare to approach and talk to them. They had patience, but Dongjiang didn't.

"What's up? You need me for something?"

Upon entering the coffee shop, Tsugumi sat down directly opposite an old-fashioned gentleman pretending to read a newspaper. She glanced at the people in the surrounding seats and smiled.

"British or Soviet?"

Having their identities exposed in a single sentence, the agents working for the Soviet Union were somewhat embarrassed, while the old-fashioned man in front of Tsurugi remained very calm.

"There is no difference anymore; this country is about to fall apart."

His rough fingers groaned over the coffee cup in front of him as he looked at Tsurugi and forced a smile that was more like a grimace.

"You're about to go from the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland to Little Britain, with no Ireland, no union, just the Kingdom of London, right?" Tsurugi laughed mockingly, completely unconcerned about their bad mood.

The old-fashioned man was silent for a moment, then sighed, took a handkerchief from his breast pocket, wiped the fog from his glasses, and said wistfully.

"I just never imagined that my country would end in such an absurd way..."

They were all British, and this was their homeland and hometown, but in the past, they had been constantly betraying British intelligence for another country thousands of miles away.

They are the 'nails' driven into the heart of this country; they are the ones who ensured that Downing Street received information faster than the Kremlin; they are the ones who personally made their country's intelligence system riddled with holes.

But all of this was not for any despicable or greedy purpose; everything they did was for their faith.

To fulfill the promise of that distant land, to realize the red ideal, and to realize the beautiful dream of a world of great harmony.

Yes, they know that the country they serve is not clean, and is far from just, but—

There's always a comparison to be made. Compared to their hometown and the lighthouse across the sea, even with a thousand faults, that giant red bear seems like a saint when contrasted with them.

So, for their ideals and for justice, they betrayed their homeland and sold their intelligence to that red country thousands of miles away.

Although their actions are a crime against their own country, they have no regrets towards themselves or the world!

It was precisely because of this selfless character, which even led them to forgo high office and wealth in order to pursue noble ideals, that they were almost not punished by the holy light of the Fist of Heaven.

Conversely, many of their colleagues and superiors were seriously injured or died on the spot.

And as they say, the Queen and Prince’s disgraceful behavior, the incompetence of the government in London, and the chaos in the army have accelerated the country’s further disintegration, and perhaps soon even Scotland will break away!

They should be happy about this.

The correctness of their beliefs has been proven, the corrupt and troublesome obstacles have been removed, and even the country that was once regarded as the cancer of humanity is on the verge of collapse.

However, they were not happy at all.

Is it the unease of conscience caused by the decline of the motherland? Or the fear caused by the tension and collapse of the world situation? Perhaps it's both.

But for them, for those who risked exposure to find Dongjiang, there was only one thing that truly troubled and pained them—

"Does our faith still have any meaning?" He closed his eyes, suppressing his surging emotions, and gritted his teeth as he asked.

"If heaven and hell truly exist, if there is a world that judges sins, and if humanity's beliefs, doctrines, and philosophies are the only ones that exist, then wouldn't it all be a joke?!"

He stared intently at Dongjiang; everyone here was watching him.

"Please be sure to guide us!"

"I don't even know where the end of the universe is, how could I possibly know this?"

Faced with those eager for answers, Tsugumi chuckled and replied nonchalantly.

“You have seen those beings! Angels, demons, or God—I don’t know what we should call them, but you must know a lot about them!”

The old-fashioned gentleman in front of him could no longer maintain his feigned composure and said excitedly.

This is the deconstruction of the social system.

All political regimes, regardless of their ideology, model, or theory, are ultimately rooted in human beings.

From the ancient system of slavery to that red dream, ultimately they are all based on the premise that there is only one 'human world' in the world.

Even those theocratic states, in the end, are nothing more than using the guise of gods and demons to maintain their rule over people.

Humanity has never established or even existed a regime or philosophy that is absolutely based on concepts such as 'heaven and hell'.

The world is materialistic, so human thought cannot be separated from matter to contemplate such metaphysical existences. Therefore, when their existence is proven, it signifies the collapse of all materialists' previously established knowledge and systems.

"If you want to know the answer, all I can say is—do what you feel is right and do good deeds."

Tsurugi shrugged.

"Actually, as far as I know, the Lord here will not forgive you for believing in Him. Nor will He add to your sins just because you don't believe in Him. He persuades those Jews to believe in Him because they are too eccentric and deserve to die for not following His words. But that doesn't mean you are not righteous if you do good deeds but don't believe in Him. What happens after death is what happens after death. The dead cannot interfere with the living. So you can do whatever you want."

He paused, then pointed to himself and said...

“I am an exception, but I am the only exception. You don’t need to worry about there being more of these things. Go back and continue to scheme against your own people, continue to discuss, argue, and attack with your own people.”