"Don't misunderstand. He didn't die. Perhaps he was just reborn somewhere else."
Su Lin tried to maintain a polite, elegant smile. Combined with the setting of the train's observation car, it might help everyone relax. "I'm not fond of the smell of smoke."
He mimed stubbing out a cigarette and walked toward Constantine.
"Yes, God, please..."
Constantine hurriedly crushed the cigarette in his hand. Dazed and helpless, he pushed backward with his feet, but Mahavairocana Buddha stood behind him, and the Buddha was pushing him forward.
"Don't be nervous. There's been a misunderstanding between us. Let me say it again: I'm not some Fallen God."
Carrying a baseball bat over his shoulder, Su Lin walked up to them. His gaze lingered briefly on Shang Xiaoyue's face before he waved to the others. "Get on with what you were doing. We have guests, so I'll look after them."
"How am I supposed to turn something like this into a tasty dish?" Shirou Emiya complained as he came through the portal.
In his hand was a shattered galaxy that was still rotating, clearly shrunk to palm size by some means.
"You can't? I thought you had a recipe." Shi Hao scratched his head, took the galaxy, and swallowed it whole. "Never mind, then."
"Not for now," Shirou Emiya said helplessly.
Shi Hao was growing more satisfied by the day with Zhu Bajie's Spirit Devouring cultivation method from the reincarnation Journey to the West World. When he saw Su Lin staring at him, he asked in puzzlement:
"Did you want some too? It's gone now. I'll go find more in that Universe Sea later."
Thanks a lot!
Su Lin turned back with a warm smile. "This is Shi Hao. Anyone who's read the novel knows it's perfectly normal for him to have a