Constantine and Lucifer both turned their eyes to Schiller. From their looks alone, Schiller could tell what they wanted to say: You really are bold.
In truth, he felt the same way about the original Schiller's actions. He really had been bold.
Putting everything else aside, when young Schiller saw an Angel descend before him, his first reaction was neither to scream and run nor to pray. Instead, he rushed up and plucked a feather from the Angel's wing. What kind of thought process was that?
"After he successfully pulled out my feather, I was very surprised. It made me realize that my disguise was imperfect. But what shocked me even more was that the feather Schiller had plucked left a wound on my wing, becoming a flaw in my disguise among humans."
Constantine was even more confused. "You just said you weren't injured, so why did you say that plucked feather left you with a wound?"
"The wound was not caused by the missing feather. It was caused by my belief that I was missing a feather. Once I believed this disguise was incomplete, it truly became incomplete."
Constantine sighed and understood what was going on. The mystical world could be described as an extremely idealistic one. Here, it was nothing unusual for concepts and beliefs to influence reality.
The cognition of a powerful being like Lucifer was enough to alter reality. His great power was like that of an Administrator in a game, allowing him to modify any reality from a level above everything else.
But it was precisely because of this high authority that he possessed both the sharpest spear and the strongest shield. When he believed he had a wound, it was equivalent to writing an attack command and then using it against his own defense