In the end, Constantine got his way. Wanda generously lent him a massive amount of Scarlet Power energy—enough to make even Chthon jealous. Of course, he also promised to create a perfect body for Anya.
"You know I'm the supervisor, right?" Schiller said, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed as he watched Constantine. "Embezzlement won't fly with me. You'd better not be planning to pocket some for yourself."
"Of course not." Constantine shook his head. "What kind of person do you take me for? I understand earmarked funds must be used for their intended purpose. But this kind of energy is special. Even if we give it to Batman, he'll probably need me to use it in the end. Still, I'll report everything truthfully."
Seeing Constantine cooperate so readily, Schiller did not relax in the slightest. Instead, he narrowed his eyes. "That means you're planning to pocket some other kind of energy, right?"
"Can you stop treating me like a criminal suspect?"
Schiller looked as though he had just heard the greatest joke in the universe. "The crimes you've committed could fill a guidebook to universal crime."
"But that was all in the past. You can't judge who I am now by my past crimes."
"Go to hell." Schiller answered without hesitation.
Constantine got busy again, and this time he worked through the entire night. Near dawn, Main Universe Batman called Schiller to ask about the situation.
"You've already finished preparing over there?" Schiller asked in surprise. He truly had not expected Batman to mobilize so quickly, but then again, Batman was a genuine grand strategist. He naturally understood that, in many cases, so-called thorough preparation was less important than decisive action.
"You're asking about my side? How should I put this..." Schiller put one hand on his