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

"By the way, if you can really get people to do what is said and done in the Bible, there is no difference between that and realizing your ideal human society. I can assure you that if the brother Jesus I know were here, he would be 100% classified as a Commmi."

The saint's resolute words made the old-fashioned gentleman feel strange, a mix of pride and sadness, unsure whether it was because his faith was being acknowledged or because he no longer had to worry about the most terrible thing: the collapse of faith.

"I hope you can truly build a world of great harmony, though it is almost impossible. But—consider it a small blessing from me, on behalf of your Lord and angels."

"From now on, let's just live like this as long as the angels and demons continue to exist. Forget it, I can't be bothered with you anymore. Good luck to you all!"

They had many more questions, but Tsurugi didn't want to answer them. Leaving these last words, she stood up and walked away.

He had no idea that it was precisely because of his small remark, coupled with what he did afterward, that the world's course actually veered in a completely different direction.

He returned to Constantine's apartment.

And this guy is finally ready to summon the Demon King again.

The ritual, the magic circle, and the direct method used to summon Asmodeus.

Because these things are not important; what matters is the offerings and whether they are enough to attract Mammon's favor.

Standing in the center of the pentagram, Constantine held the newly issued letter of appointment and, without hesitation, recited the summoning incantation in the transliterated Goetia.

"Mammon, the ruler of the Fifth Ring, the greedy plunderer, the king who rules the south, the master of money, wealth, and profit, the ruler of the Pandemonium..."

As these summoning words became more direct in Tsurugi's ears, a burst of golden light quickly erupted from the pentagram.

The radiance gathered rapidly, only to dissipate in an instant.

There were no grand pronouncements or dazzling special effects.

After the light faded, what appeared in the same spot was an ordinary-looking old man sitting at a table, typing on an old-fashioned typewriter, wearing a wool sweater and glasses.

He picked up his coffee, took a sip, glanced at Tsurugi, then looked at Constantine, tapped the table opposite him, and calmly said...

"Come on, let's finalize the contract quickly!"

Having transmigrated, my only purpose is to kill, kill, kill! : 83. You, Mammon, look like a 1.42-meter-tall little girl!

You seem disappointed.

Mammon, appearing as a bank employee, looked at Tsugumi, whose face was full of disappointment.

"It's nothing, I just didn't expect the image of the Lord of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace to be so...unexciting." Tsurugi waved her hand weakly.

"Oh, so do I look more like a human or a demon to you?"

"You look like a 1.42-meter-tall, fluffy white-haired, purple-eyed, disciplinary committee chair loli carrying a gun!"

"it is good!"

Without a word, Mammon transformed into the adorable little girl Tsurugi had described, and continued typing on the typewriter without looking up.

"Are you satisfied now? Can we proceed with the transaction?"

Although he understood that demons were ever-changing, Constantine couldn't help but feel uneasy seeing Mammon change his appearance so drastically.

"I don't have the extra time to maintain such a large presence, but catering to customers is a basic requirement of the service industry, and it's the most economical way."

Mammon seemed to have read Constantine's mind, and without looking up, continued typing on his typewriter.

"Time is money, so don't waste time, state your terms."

Constantine composed himself, took a deep breath, sat down, and handed over his letter of appointment.

"As I said, I hope to exchange these conditions for your protection of my soul."

Mammon's hands tapped incessantly on the typewriter, and amidst the crisp clicks of the metal printing, she calmly answered.

"not enough."

She added a sentence

"Protecting your soul will most likely require waging war against other Ring Lords, and that price wouldn't be worth it even if you sold all the wealth in the human world."

"What, are you afraid of them?" Constantine asked provocatively.

“Enraging me will do nothing to improve your debt restructuring plan,” Mammon said calmly.

"When did I start owing debt?"

“The moment you summoned me, you already owed me a great debt, Mr. John Constantine.”

Mammon stopped typing on the typewriter, stared at Constantine, and calmly said...

“My time is very valuable, and you will have to pay a high price for every second that passes. So please come up with suitable terms as soon as possible, it will be better for both of us.”

Constantine ruffled his hair, pondered for a moment, and stared intently at Mammon before speaking.

"In that case, I want to know who started the world war."

Mammon suddenly stopped banging.

Although he didn't move, Tsugumi felt Mammon's gaze upon him, and at the same time, Mammon's voice echoed in his mind.

Do you need me to cover for you?

Tsugumi blinked. To be honest, he hadn't expected to have so much influence with Mammon.

"Don't misunderstand, I just think you are a very high-quality investment target."

Mammon patiently explained

“I don’t know why you have the marks of Lucifer and Asmodeus in your body, but the fact that you have their recognition means that you have paid them well. You also got Constantine’s position, so I think you are a very good investment.”

Then Mammon paused for a moment and continued...

"And the fact that you are trusted by the Lord is beyond my imagination. But this also means that the investment risk in you is very small, and I should thank you for helping me avoid a crisis of defaulting bad assets?"

Having said that, Mammon provided the answer himself before Tsugumi could even ask.

The so-called son of Satan who is about to conquer the world in the movie is indeed Mammon, but he is not the real Mammon, but merely a fragment of Mammon who once lost to Lucifer.

It was a projection of the Lord of Greed from some world, something that was dispensable to him, but Lucifer intended to use it to cause trouble.

"So Lucifer was involved in that bullshit plan?"

“Of course, this is a rare opportunity for him to mock Gabriel,” Mammon said calmly.

“Gabriel in this world has gone mad because he has been human for too long. Lucifer finds it amusing that he has not been able to return to Heaven, so he devised this opportunity to mock him. He used my fragment as bait to lure Gabriel up, and then he could take the opportunity to beat him up, laugh at him loudly, and try to reclaim John Constantine’s soul.”

"To be honest, this is incredibly boring. Lucifer loves to stir up these kinds of troubles that provoke and challenge Heaven. But your intervention helped me out. Lucifer has already thoroughly enjoyed mocking Gabriel in Hell. And He has returned my fragments to me, so I owe you a favor."

Is it boring? It is indeed very boring, but this is really the logic of the demon kings of hell.

The human soul is of no practical use to them; it is merely a decorative and collectible item, and a tool to mock angels and provoke God.

There was no war, no confrontation; these words were purely for show, meant to boost the morale of the lower-level demons. In essence, it was nothing more than the branch office's own business and a side provocation against the main company. And Lucifer was the most outstanding among these demons, the one who loved doing this kind of nonsense the most.

Otherwise, He wouldn't have been shining the shoes of a certain Heavenly King every now and then.

"It sounds like a disliked child doing something naughty to get the father's attention," Tsugumi commented, stroking her chin.

“You’re absolutely right,” Mammon agreed.

"So I would never do such boring things with them. I prefer treasures with collectible value to human souls."

So you're planning to invest in me?

"Of course, I will give you my contact information, and if there is an opportunity in the future, I may also give you my mark."

"Okay, but there's no need to beat around the bush, just say it directly!"

The mental exchange lasted only a fleeting moment before Mammon blurted out...

"It was this guy next to you who did it!"

Constantine stiffened for a moment, then slowly turned around, looked at the mockingly smiling Tsurugi, and sighed.

"...Don't you have anything to say?"

"What are you saying? Your difficulties? Your reasons? Or something else?" Tsurugi asked indifferently.

"I did this to lure Gabriel to hell. As for why, I'm too lazy to explain. I can only say that He's gone mad and wants to send all of humanity to hell."

"But you've already done it."

"Yes, but it has nothing to do with demons; it's a matter for humans themselves," Tsugumi chuckled.

"I did provoke their conflict, but I didn't use any demonic or angelic power. I've said it before, in Hell I am a demonic nobleman, in Heaven I am a saint. And on Earth, I naturally also have a human identity."

"It's perfectly reasonable for me to instigate their conflict as a human. As for whether humanity in this world will face its end, ha, that depends on themselves!"

"As for you? John Constantine, I just want to see how you're going to save your soul."

Constantine turned his head away, barely suppressing the urge to punch this conman, and watched as Mammon made the final terms of the deal.

He would give up all of the British government’s gold reserves, all of the economic growth for the next fifty years, and his own soul in exchange for a promise from Mammon, including protection of his soul.

But this protection is not unconditional. Mammon listed a long list, which, when broken down, can be summarized in one sentence—

If other Ring Lords become overly insistent on demanding Constantine's soul, Mammon will assess the risks and losses of collecting this debt. If it exceeds the price, He has the right to unilaterally break the contract.

Simply put, the final interpretation right rests with Party A.

But Constantine still signed the contract; he didn't have much time left and had no bargaining power. And the predictable problem posed by the chameleon beside him only fueled Constantine's urge to give up.

If even the Lord's saints are so unscrupulous, then what need is there for me to insist on anything?

Forget it, let him do whatever he wants, he's had enough!

Mammon was pleased, believing that Constantine was desperate and grasping at straws, but he had no idea that Constantine had already sold his soul once before him.

After all, it's not easy to do something like that unless a saint or archangel helps him, but how is that even possible?

The contract was complete, Mammon departed, and Tsugumi looked at him and smiled.

"Do you need my help?"

Before he could speak, Tsurugi had already used his Force to gently squeeze him. Constantine opened his mouth, but the pain of his lungs being crushed from his chest rendered him speechless.

"asshole!!!"

He simply raised one middle finger, and then with a thud, he fell to the ground.

As he walked toward 'death,' Tsugumi felt that familiar chill and stillness that she had experienced not long ago.