Godhood Unlocked: I Choose Sci-Magic Dual Cultivation

Death's Mercy

After spitefully delivering their final words, the five demons were reduced to ashes in the lightning.

"I've never seen anyone justify shamelessness so righteously. Very good, I approve of you!"

After unleashing the lightning, Dane cheerfully teased Constantine.

"I don't have many virtues, but honesty is one of them," Constantine said without the slightest shame.

Dane looked at the mangled demon corpses around them and nodded perfunctorily. "Yeah, yeah, sure."

After the joking ended, Constantine grew somewhat worried.

"Nirgal is hard to kill here. And since you didn't finish it off this time, it might run."

That old bastard Nirgal had vanished after Dane killed it once with a bolt of lightning.

But it was not dead. It had likely fled somewhere within the Manor to regenerate.

As for where it had gone, both Dane and Constantine could guess. It had to be the stage hall, where there were plenty of people.

Nirgal had a peculiar little hobby. It liked gathering the humans it captured and throwing parties.

At those parties, it and its demon underlings would find ways to torment the poor people, accumulating negative energy in the process.

But if it thought hiding there would give it any advantage in the coming battle, it was probably overthinking things.

Dane answered Constantine, "What do you think Batman and Diana are doing?" The moment his words fell, the entire haunted house suddenly shook. Dust rained down from the ceiling, burying the blood pool.

It also buried sin and blasphemy.

"May your shattered souls find peace."

Dane gripped the staff in his hand. The Power of Death within it emanated a dark yet not sinister aura.

From beneath the rubble, from the corners, and from the cracks in the walls, battered souls flew out one after another.

The staff emitted a gentle white light, while the black mist at its center spun like a vortex, drawing the remnants of souls inside.

Death was the guide of souls.

He was not cold or grim. On the contrary, He was compassionate toward all the dead.

Dane did not consider what they had done in life. He did not judge their good or evil, nor did he condemn them for making deals with demons.

Before death, everyone was equal.

No matter how many mistakes they had made in life, Dane hoped death could bring their souls one final measure of comfort.

"Thank you..."

"I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry..."

"Lord, please forgive my sins..."

"Lisa, my Lisa, I'm so sorry..."

"Fuck. Demon! You hear me? Fuck you!!"

Dane listened to the whispers at his ears—the final words of the dead.

Some were thanks, some repentance, and some one last roar of rage.

But in a moment, they would all return to death's embrace.

Constantine stared at him in shock. With his Yin-Yang Eyes, he could see that Dane had manifested the divine bearing possessed only by a true "god," like the halo above an angel's head.

It was so bright it nearly blinded him!

"What the fuck are you?"

Constantine was certain that the original Shazam had never been like this.

He was practically becoming a real God of Death!

Dane raised an eyebrow and put away the divine spark he had obtained.

He had not expected that after trying so hard without success, a moment of compassion would naturally earn him the divine spark's recognition.

He had become a newly ascended God of Death. Though it was only the half-dead Aztec pantheon, it was still a genuine divine spark!

On this little patch of America, whoever he cursed would die!

"They've started fighting upstairs. Are you going up?"

Constantine shook his head furiously.

"With these skinny arms and legs, what would I go up there for? To be Nirgal's extra meal? I won't get in the way."

"Fine. Then you should leave first."

"Um..." Constantine looked a little embarrassed.

"John, just say it."

"Okay, it's Tracy..."

"Don't worry. We'll save her. That is a promise from a god."

With that, Dane struck the staff against the ground, and Constantine was sent out of the demon Manor as if by Apparition.

Constantine stood there in a daze for a moment before cursing, "You're the God of Death!"

You need to bring them back alive!

Dane put away the staff and flew up through the gaping hole in the ceiling.

Inside the ballroom, aside from Nirgal and its underlings, not a single living human remained.

Nirgal was nearly driven mad with rage. It had just regenerated in the hall and was preparing to grab a few tasty humans to replenish itself.

Who would have thought that every last one of them would be taken away?

It knew the person who had taken them, too. It was the human who had killed it once last night.

Wearing that ridiculous pointy-eared costume—who the hell did he think he was?

Nirgal ground its teeth in hatred, wishing it could swallow him whole and flay him alive on the spot!

It had also coveted his soul for a long time. Such a complex, unusual soul was the first Nirgal had encountered in its demonic life.

So it immediately stepped forward, intending to devour him.

But the freak with the cleft chin suddenly raised an arm and fired a miniature missile.

Ridiculous. How could Nirgal possibly fall for the same trick twice?

Nirgal cast a magical shield around itself, confident it was completely safe.

Boom—!

Then it was blown to death by an Eternal Metal missile. Its magical shield was like paper and utterly useless.

If Nirgal had watched Black Adam, it would have known this was perfectly normal.

Even a Divine Body could not withstand an Eternal Metal bomb, much less a mere demon like it.

Including this time, Nirgal had already died three times in two days!

And the Manor's energy source—the humans—had all been moved outside by Batman.

Batman himself had also left during the time Nirgal was dead.

Nirgal had no choice. It had thought that if there were no living humans, the dead souls could at least satisfy its urgent needs. Who knew that even the remnants of souls were gone?

Who could clean up a battlefield this thoroughly?!

Nirgal also discovered that someone had surrounded the Manor.

They could neither use magic to return to Hell nor leave the Manor.

"Los Angeles!" It quickly realized that the City Spirit was behind this.

"Every last one of you has no integrity at all!"

Both Constantine and Los Angeles had made agreements with it, yet both had betrayed them.

So who was the villain here?

Just as it found itself trapped between advancing and retreating—

A woman suddenly smashed through the ceiling and descended. She slammed her shield onto the floor with one hand, and sparks burst forth with divine radiance.

Nirgal saw her equipment, and its heart skipped a beat.

Its eyesight was fairly good. It could tell that these were all "Holy Artifacts."

But even if a human had Holy Artifacts, what could she possibly—

Before it could finish the thought, Diana had already charged forward impatiently.

With one stomp, the floor tiles beneath her feet instantly collapsed.

This was definitely not a human!

Nirgal nearly cursed out loud as it casually grabbed a lesser demon and hurled it forward.

The Sword of Vulcan cleaved it in two with a single slash. The cut was smooth, as if even the blood had not yet realized what had happened.

Only after the corpse hit the ground did a column of blood spray two meters into the air.

Diana did not slow down. She was unimaginably fast, leaving what seemed like multiple afterimages throughout the hall.

Nirgal kept using its demon underlings as weapons, throwing them at her, but every one of them was killed by a single strike.

Terror filled its heart. She was absolutely a top-tier demon slayer!

Then, in a moment of carelessness, Nirgal suddenly realized that it had been bound by a rope glowing with golden light and could not move.

"Pay for every innocent life you have harmed, demon!"

Death's Cruelty

Nirgal was not entirely useless.

It understood the gap between itself and Diana better than any other demon.

So when Diana dragged it over and prepared to behead it with a single stroke, it directly turned into smoke and slipped away.

Below the stage was a hanging movie screen, playing an old film from the 1920s.

The entire hall had been ravaged beyond recognition, yet that screen remained perfectly intact.

Nirgal ran up to the screen and dove into it like it was jumping into a pool.

Diana chased it to the screen and stopped cautiously.

She stirred the surface with the Sword of Vulcan, but it felt as though she were poking empty air.

At that moment, Dane rose from underground in a surge of lightning and stopped beside her.

"What is it?"

"That demon hid in there."

Dane extended a finger into it to feel around, then withdrew his hand.

"There is a powerful concentration of negative energy inside. You were right not to rush in. It contains a small pocket dimension."

Who knew where that demon had gotten such a thing? Nirgal's own power could never have created it.

"What do we do?" Diana said unhappily.

For an Amazon who loved battle, the most irritating kind of opponent was someone who liked playing petty tricks but refused to fight head-on.

She just wanted a good, satisfying fight. Was that so hard?

"Let me think of something."

As he spoke, Dane clenched his hand, and the Wizard Staff appeared in his grasp once more.

He inserted the crystal into the screen and probed it slightly, testing the waters.

Then he recited a spell he had long wanted to try.

"Holy Light Expulsion!"