Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 122 Where is John Constantine?

Time is a very strange concept, especially when you have the ability to travel through time and space.

Logically speaking, Lin You must have come to the Great World earlier than Gaunt O'Dimm; after all, he helped the gods build the Great World. Without the writer, there would be no Great World today.

But in terms of linear time, Mirror Master has been living here for more than eighty years since he borrowed the power of the ancient blood to travel to the big world in 1908.

Compared to the writer who often comes and goes in a hurry and travels through different story worlds, the Mirror Master has obviously lived in the big world for a much longer time. Therefore, it is not surprising that he can carefully observe the worldview logic and history modified by the quill pen and see many little-known secrets.

"If the big world is compared to a game, then I not only have to write the game plot script, but also be responsible for the daily maintenance of the server?" Lin You thought about it and couldn't help laughing, "I should ask God for two salaries."

"Personally, I think it is very immoral to conceal the truth before signing a contract." O'Dimm looked at them with a look of solidarity.

"When signing a contract, you only know how to play word games. When will you ever talk about morality?" The writer teased, and then asked, "You wouldn't come all the way here just to tell me this. Tell me, what else is there?"

Master Mirror spread his hands, looking sad: "That's too sad. For you, only ten or twenty minutes may have passed, but for me, eighty years have passed. After eighty years of not seeing each other, I come to see an old friend, isn't it right?"

"Have you met him now?" Lin You made a gesture of "showing off the guest" and said, "Please come in! You don't really want my old butler to send a loving dinner for old friends, do you? If he knew the truth and beat you up, I would definitely help."

The author said this with full confidence; the current O'Dimm is not the same as the O'Dimm in the Demon Hunter world. The Great World has been banned by the gods, and any supernatural power of any story world and any attribute will be restricted once it comes to the Great World.

This is a ban jointly issued by the gods, and its strictness is no less than the authority on the quill pen; to disobey the ban is tantamount to making an enemy of all gods - O'Dimm certainly does not have this ability.

If a real fight breaks out, and Forest Manor is the home turf, the writer may not necessarily win, but he will definitely not lose. If he is pressed to the limit, he will just throw Minerva and the gemstone over, so that Master Mirror can experience what it feels like to be hit by a star right in the face.

As expected, Odimm immediately admitted his mistake. "Okay, I admit that there is something else. However, confirming the status of you and the quill is the prerequisite for the next thing."

"What's the matter that's worth all the fuss?" Lin You was puzzled; if an event involves the effectiveness of a quill pen, it is at least directly related to the worldview logic of a world.

Although Mirror Master is known as the combat power ceiling of the Demon Hunter world - at least it was the ceiling before the birth of the God of Destiny, but his status is not enough to interfere with the logical operation of a world, right?

Someone of his level would need at least four more goddesses to be qualified to negotiate with God.

"To put it simply, some time ago, I was going to sign a contract with someone in the big world. He was a magic enthusiast, a troublemaker, a swindler, and a fraudster. In short, he was not a good person at heart..."

The writer interrupted with a smile: "Is there a very 'brilliant' soul deep down inside you?"

"Ah, you know me well. I am quite picky when it comes to choosing business partners. If you don't have an interesting soul, you are not qualified to sign a contract with me." O'Dimm said shamelessly, "In this regard, I am pickier than any demon."

"You are so picky, isn't it because you lack a hell that can accommodate a large number of souls? If there is enough territory, you would not be so picky as to not have too much, right?" "Then you misunderstood; I am not the kind of self-proclaimed king who confines himself to a small area. If Dandelion is a bard among humans, then I am a bard among demons; it's not that I am incapable of earning a fortune, but I just haven't found a scenery worthy of my stay."

This aria-like narrative style caused Lin You to sneer: "Staying with the bard for too long really leaves a lot of bad habits behind. You only spent more than a month with Dandelion, but the bad habits you inherited from him haven't been cured in eighty years?"

"Why should we change our advantages?" O'Dimm said calmly. "Okay, let's get back to the topic. Let's talk about that bastard with a 'wonderful' soul. I wanted to sign a generous and strict contract with him, but the result is that every time I want to reach an agreement, it is always disrupted by various unexpected factors."

"Unexpected factors?" Lin You suddenly realized, "Like a bird of prey preying on an owl, or a winged demon gnawing at a Death Eater?"

"Yes, and it's even more bizarre. Can you imagine that when I taught the other party magic according to the contract, I actually broke the contract because I taught the wrong spell? Can you imagine that I went to hell to retrieve a mortal soul, but ended up getting lost and wasting time, thus breaking the contract?" O'Dimm said indignantly, "The contract was signed three times, and I ended up breaking the contract three times, and had to pay a large sum of liquidated damages."

"As a demon, you actually paid the penalty honestly?"

"What's wrong? Demons are also trustworthy... Well, that bastard is really smart enough. The terms of the contract he set are strict and detailed, and there are no loopholes at all. He must be an old hand at signing contracts with demons, and I really covet that soul... No!"

Master Mirror suddenly woke up; "The key to the problem is not here, but those accidents. Three consecutive accidents can't be coincidences, and they shouldn't happen at all."

"So you think that those accidents happened because my subconscious mind was correcting logical contradictions?" asked the writer.

"That's the only explanation, isn't it?" the demon asked.

"Then the question arises; those who will cause logical contradictions in the world view must be important characters in each story." Lin You couldn't hide his curiosity, "Who did you sign a contract with? Voldemort in the Harry Potter world? Imhotep in the Mummy world? Morgan le Fay in the King Arthur world?"

"I know those people you mentioned. I'm not that stupid!" O'Dimm responded unhappily, "He's just a nobody, a British guy like you. He's just a little gangster with some magical talent. I even saw him being born in Liverpool. His name is Constantine."

"Wait a minute..." The writer sat up straight with a serious look on his face. "Who are you talking about?"

"Constantine."

"I asked for the full name."

"John Constantine."

After hearing the answer, Lin You was stunned for a while, and suddenly cursed: "Fuck you, where did John Constantine come from in this world?"

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