Such a Low-Rent Devil

[Skill Card: Hell's Gate (Don't misunderstand, it just opens a gate)]

[Skill Card: Soul Manipulation (Invincible against ordinary people)]

I was a little disappointed that I didn't get any Character Card, but overall I was still quite satisfied. The Skill Card "Hell's Gate" reminded Russell of the "Gate of Heaven" he had used before.

Midnight, dressed in a suit, top hat, scarf, and cigar, is a black man with a very boss-like demeanor. Since he is black, he is bound to have a big gold chain, so Midnight is covered in a lot of precious metals.

"John Constantine, it's been a while. Do you have any relics for sale this time?"

Upon meeting, Midnight immediately began to mock and ridicule him. His relationship with Constantine was very complicated; sometimes they were enemies, sometimes allies, depending on their interests.

"No, I left that line of work a long time ago."

"Yes, that will shorten your lifespan!"

The conversation at midnight was laced with tension because Constantine had recently sold fake holy artifacts here, swindling him out of a large sum of US dollars.

Having probably realized that Constantine was nearing the end of his life and that his soul was being coveted by some powerful figure, he felt a secret thrill at midnight, made a few sarcastic remarks, and then didn't bother to pursue the previous counterfeit incident.

"John, you know my rules here, ordinary people shouldn't be brought in." Midnight's gaze swept over Angela, and he immediately became dissatisfied, but he quickly put that dissatisfaction aside and began to look Russell up and down.

"Midnight, this is Russell, my good friend," Constantine introduced, then added, "He's an angel!"

Which kind of angel?

"The purest kind."

"Hehe!"

Midnight chuckled ambiguously. As a neutral party, he didn't want to get involved in what seemed like a troublesome matter. He simply nodded to Russell and continued speaking to Constantine, "What are you doing at this bar? Let me give you a piece of advice: although this is a neutral bar, there are quite a few people who want you dead. If you don't want to die, get out of here. In a little while, the bar will be getting busier."

"It's okay, you'll protect me."

You're overthinking it!

Seeing that Midnight was indifferent and that the two had no connection, Constantine stopped wasting words and said directly, "I would like to borrow your collection for a while. Don't worry, it will be in the bar, I won't take it away."

Which one?

"The Electric Chair in Star Prison".

The Electric Chair from the stars, one of Midnight's favorite collectibles, cost him a fortune to acquire from the New York State Prison.

Star Prison is one of the three earliest prisons in the America to use the Electric Chair for executions. Since 1890, more than 200 prisoners have ended their lives in this elevator, a kind of sacrifice to gain superpowers, and it is a very rare psychic tool.

Incidentally, the reason why America prisons used such a novel device as the Electric Chair was because of the generous sponsorship of a capitalist named Edison.

His aim was to instill fear of alternating current in people by proclaiming the destructive power of the Electric Chair, thereby driving them to purchase his own direct current devices.

To add to that, the Electric Chair was not invented by Edison, but by his assistant using alternating current!

The criminals. "..."

"John, I don't care what you need that chair for, but you know my principles, I won't lend it to you. In fact, I went through all sorts of trouble to get that chair so that people like you wouldn't mess around with it." Midnight refused without hesitation.

"I've been attacked by the devil!"

"That's normal. It would be strange if you didn't get attacked by the devil for more than three days."

"The devil's real target isn't me, it's her..."

Constantine slammed his hand on the table in front of Midnight, pointed at Angela, and shouted, "They've already killed her sister, and now it's her. This is not normal. What are they planning? This is war!"

Midnight rolled his eyes, then said seriously, "I've said it before, I don't care what you want that chair for, I'm only responsible for remaining neutral. As for the war you mentioned... let me put it this way, pick ten people randomly in the bar, and none of them will believe your nonsense."

It seems that's really the case!

It was too real. Constantine couldn't find a reason to refute it. He grinned, took a deep breath, and continued, "I have evidence. The demon who attacked me was Baldasar. As long as I can find him, I can prove to you that Hell is planning a war to invade the human world."

Hell has invaded the human world?

Has Satan lost his mind?

Midnight rubbed his temples, thinking that Constantine was more of a moron than Satan: "John, if you don't have anything else to do, you should leave now."

They started chasing people away at midnight, fearing that the unlucky Constantine would die in his bar, not because they were afraid of being tainted by bad luck, but because they were afraid that Constantine's fragrant soul would attract Satan.

Small businesses can't afford to be taken advantage of!

"Midnight, you're really neutral. Tell me the truth, have you sided with the devil?"

"On this point, I can testify for Midnight. He is impartial and fair. We have tried to win him over several times, but we have never succeeded."

Just then, the office door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a sharp suit with slicked-back hair walked in, holding a wine glass.

The man had a refined and elegant demeanor, with a kind smile on his face, making an excellent first impression, like a gentleman or aristocrat from high society.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. His eyes held an eerie red glow, and a wisp of sulfurous odor, unique to hell, emanated from his pores—he was a quintessential devil.

"Baldasar!?"

Constantine was delighted. He had asked Midnight to borrow the Electric Chair so that he could use Electric Chair superpowers to find Baldasar. Now that his target had shown up on his own, he was spared the trouble of falling out with Midnight.

What a kind person!

"What's wrong, esteemed Constantine? Do you have any advice for me?"

Baldasar downed the blood-thick red wine in his glass in one gulp, and said with a smile, "Let me guess, you know you're about to die and want my help to make your days in the underworld a little easier?"

Before Constantine could say anything, Baldasar put down his glass and continued, "Give up. Your future will be very exciting, especially for your friends, who are going crazy thinking about you."

Baldasar's appearance was not due to being swayed by Constantine's idiocy, but rather out of necessity.

He feared that Constantine would persuade Midnight to obtain the chair with superpowers and see through the truth behind the conspiracy.

Baldasar was the executor of the plan, not the decision-maker. To put it bluntly, he was just a laborer. If the plan were exposed before it succeeded, he would suffer a terrible fate.

Since Constantine was using the Electric Chair to find him, he simply showed himself, allowing Constantine to skip the Electric Chair step.

"Don't interrupt, you bastard! You've ambushed and framed me several times. Today, I'll settle this score with you." Constantine grinned, spat out the cigarette from his mouth, and pulled Golden Finger Guard from his jacket pocket.

The finger cot is a weapon made in recent years and is favored by Constantine in melee combat. Despite its new age, the gold used in its creation is of great significance; it was blessed by a certain Archbishop during the Crusades.

Bang!

At midnight, he slammed his glass on the table and roared, "John Constantine, you know the rules here. Be smart, or I won't hesitate to throw you out."

"Hehehe..."

Baldasar smiled at Constantine, "I'd love to settle this score with you, but the time and place don't allow it. How about this, I'll leave you an address, and you can come find me anytime if you dare."

As he spoke, he took out a business card holder from his suit pocket, pulled out a card, and handed it over.

Just then, a hand reached out from the side, snatched the business card halfway, and placed it in front of him to look at it.

It's Russell!

Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle —

A sliver of holy light touched the business card, instantly igniting thick black smoke, and the entire business card burned to ashes.

"Hey, midnight, you saw it, that bastard attacked me!" Constantine's eyes lit up as he pointed at Baldasar and yelled.

The business card is cursed. If you touch it rashly, your entire arm may be corroded into rotten flesh. Even worse, you may be cursed into a low-level monster like a carrion monster.

Midnight frowned slightly, and his gaze toward Baldasar began to show displeasure. He pointed directly at the door and said, "Everyone get out. Tonight, the bar is not open to you."

"I want to talk to you at midnight..."

Russell grabbed Baldasar by the neck, interrupting his words, and holy light seeped into his face, saying, "The bar owner kicked him out. Don't make things difficult for him. Let's talk outside."

With that, he waved his hand with his back to Midnight, and dragged Baldasar out of the office.

"A bunch of lunatics!"

Watching the group leave, Midnight shook his head repeatedly and blacklisted them, permanently refusing to receive them.

In the backstreet of the bar, Constantine waved his hand and cast a spell, driving away the bystanders and causing passersby to instinctively stay away from the area.

Russell grabbed Baldasar by the neck and lifted him into the air. Due to the invasion of the Holy Light Power, Baldasha's head lost its human disguise and turned into a horrifying skeleton covered in pale green skin.

"Devil, do you want to go to heaven?"

Baldasar didn't speak, but raised her hand to try Cairo. Upon touching him, she was burned by the holy light and screamed silently.

"Russell, if you keep pinching him like that, he won't be able to speak." Constantine couldn't stand it anymore.

What a lowly devil, acting just like a human!

Russell smiled apologetically, then delivered three heavy punches to Baldasar's chest and abdomen before releasing him and tossing him against the wall.

"Who are you?"

Baldasar coughed twice, his dark eyes glowing red, and he got up from the ground.

"Who I am is not important. The key is who you work for. Tell me, and I'll send you to hell."

"That depends on whether you have the ability!"

Baldasar sneered repeatedly, and after a strange howl, the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur. The surrounding scenery quickly changed, transforming into a mottled town distorted by the high temperature.

Dozens of hideous and grotesque monsters surrounded them. Baldasar said with murderous intent, "That woman cannot die. As for the rest... Constantine can be spared."

"Just say you want to kill me..." Russell grinned, sounding very friendly.