Constantine reacted swiftly, smashing the Holy Water in his hand so that his soul could return to the Overworld.
But even after the bottle containing the Holy Water shattered, he remained where he was, with no sign of returning to his body.
Mephisto looked at Constantine and said, "Constantine... the man Satan couldn't stop thinking about."
He stood up and circled Constantine, studying him closely. "I really don't see anything special about him."
There was no way Constantine had just happened to appear before him and Mephisto upon entering the Nether. The only explanation was that Mephisto had pulled Constantine over when he arrived.
Seated in his chair, Yang Bo watched Constantine with an amused glint in his eyes.
"Mephisto, you have Satan's memories. What do you think of this world's Heaven? Could we pull off a heist?"
Everyone in the room turned to look at Yang Bo, wondering whether they had misheard him.
A heist? In Heaven?
Constantine had been frowning as he tried to figure out what was going on in the Nether, but Yang Bo's words left him visibly stunned, making his handsome face look rather comical.
Silence fell over the room. Mephisto finally broke it, looking at Yang Bo with a frown as he said gravely,
"Yang, Satan-Lucifer-had no idea how powerful God was. Or rather, there was no trace of God in his memories at all. Even in his memories from before his fall, God's image was completely erased the moment he died."
What he really wanted to say was that this entire universe was nothing more than a plaything in God's hands, including Lucifer's fall, the treaty between Heaven and the Nether, and the humans referred to as lambs.
"Lucifer? Isn't Satan this world's version of you?"
Yang Bo had always assumed this world's