"..."
The corners of Constantine's mouth kept twitching; he'd already rehearsed the pose he'd use to taunt Lucifer—only for it to end like this?
Fang Yuan and Lucifer, however, leapt up cheering and excitedly high-fived each other.
"You're a genius!" Lucifer slung an arm around Fang Yuan's shoulders.
If Fang Yuan hadn't fought back, Lucifer would've kissed him right then and there!
Lucifer's excitement was understandable.
Moments when God suffered a setback were rarer than once in ten thousand years.
The joy this gave Lucifer was greater than ruling the human World.
"Just for making God choke, you're my brother!"
Mid-air, Constantine felt holy light flash across his chest—then he was flung back down.
"..."
He lay on the ground, unwilling to get up for a long time.
He realized the whole act of God about to escort him to Heaven had been staged for Satan's benefit.
The goal was to provoke Satan into intervening and keep Constantine on Earth; who knew Fang Yuan would wreck the plan.
Still, Constantine figured he'd profit from the disaster—at least his lung cancer was cured.
While Constantine wasn't looking, Fang Yuan cast Dark Magic, slipping a wisp of black mist into his body.
Lucifer raised an eyebrow.
"Eh? God actually didn't finish the job—how stingy." Fang Yuan spoke up.
He held a scanner that projected Constantine's physical condition.
"Hmm?"
Constantine stood and saw several black specks still in his lungs.
Compared with terminal cancer it was miles better, but cancer cells remained.
God had truly only treated him—without fully curing him.
Fang Yuan asked, "Constantine, d'you think this is God's payback for the five bucks you shorted the donation box?"
Constantine's face darkened; surely God wouldn't be that... petty?
Lucifer couldn't stop glancing at Fang Yuan; had Constantine not been present, he'd have applauded.
Wait—he could stop time.
"Clap-clap-clap-clap-clap!"
Time froze again, and Lucifer applauded Fang Yuan vigorously.
Constantine's cancer had been healed; Fang Yuan simply stuffed the tumors back in and pinned the blame on God.
Fang Yuan cleared his throat—he hadn't wanted to play the villain.
But the name John Constantine carried too much weight; he couldn't risk it.
Right now this Constantine showed heroic spirit, mostly because he was dying and needed good deeds for Heaven.
A Constantine on the verge of death was a good Constantine.
So to prevent relapse, Fang Yuan returned the cancer, ensuring Constantine stayed desperate instead of scheming.
Whether the cells spread was only a word away.
Worrying this much about Constantine—Fang Yuan really was a saint.
"Bravo, absolutely brilliant!" Lucifer shook his head in admiration.
Though Constantine had slipped from his grasp, Lucifer wasn't discouraged.
After all, God had shown He wouldn't accept Constantine into Heaven—so when the man finally died, he'd still end up in Hell.
Satan didn't need to rush.
Besides, he now found Fang Yuan far more interesting than Constantine.
"Just not fearing God is rare, yet you actually outwitted Him—genius." Lucifer lavished praise.
But another thought flashed through Fang Yuan's mind.
They say God is omniscient—had He foreseen his move?
If so, why stage such a humiliating scene?
Yet saying God hadn't foreseen it made no sense either.
"So... God did it on purpose?" Fang Yuan's eyes lit up. "He took a dive for me—how awesome am I!"
He planted his hands on his hips for a moment.
Then he guessed Lucifer's attitude had shifted because he'd sensed exactly that.
"Maybe I should give 'that' a shot?" The idea sprouted and ran wild in his head.
"What exactly do you do?" Lucifer leaned in.
"I come from the Myriad Worlds, hunting for fun."
Fang Yuan spoke with fervor: "Not the Multiverse inside your World, but realms beyond even God."
Lucifer grinned. "Tempting the Devil—nay, the King of Devils?"
"Just say whether you're interested." Fang Yuan pressed.
Satan pursed his lips. "Actually... a bit."
"Stuck managing Hell with never a real vacation—of course a trip sounds great."
A World without God? He was more than intrigued.
Fang Yuan smiled; no one could refuse a paid holiday—not even Satan.
He promptly produced an employment contract.
"Sign here and you're on staff—I can take you anywhere!" Fang Yuan grinned, striking while the iron was hot.
Yep, he wanted to sign Satan as an employee!
But as he handed over the invitation, the Company Panel chimed.
[Target exceeds current employee-signing scope.]
"What?"
Fang Yuan frowned and entered the reward-claim time-stop.
His current hiring range already covered sentient beings; he studied the thick-browed Satan—clearly intelligent.
So the panel was saying Satan wasn't human?
No—wasn't even alive.
"He can father kids—how is that not life?" Fang Yuan protested on Satan's behalf.
A standard invitation failed, but Fang Yuan still had the [Premium Invitation (S-Rank)].
Yet when he produced it, Lucifer shook his head.
He pointed skyward, disappointed. "I'd love to, but I've a pact with Him not to interfere on Earth. Signing that would break it. Wait until I rule the human World."
"No can do." Fang Yuan scowled; that would take forever.
Still, the pact between God and Satan was a real obstacle; was there a loophole?
He queried the panel and quickly got an answer—
[After Company Panel upgrade, employees may exceed World limits.]
"How to upgrade?" Fang Yuan asked.
[Method 1: Obtain ten S-employee templates. Current progress: 3/10.]
[Method 2: Enter a random World as an ordinary person and gain over 150 Fame.]
Clearly, Method 1 was slow; Method 2 risky.
But this was Satan!
"Lu, wait for me!"
Fang Yuan suddenly vowed to Satan, "I'll find a way for us to be together!"
I'll find a way for us to be together!
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