Wager

After seeing Zane, the Ancient One didn't hesitate and directly handed over Constantine's soul to him.

"Thanks."

Zane accepted Constantine's soul with a smile on his face and then threw it into the Death Kingdom. If Constantine were conscious, he would surely protest. Being tossed around like goods, anyone would resist.

The Ancient One also faintly noticed Zane's difference. His standard sunny smile now had a hint of devilry under the influence of the Death God's power, changing his whole demeanor and adding an indescribable charm.

Specifically, Zane seemed more casual, natural, and handsome!

Yes, more handsome. That's the point. Remember to draw that, it might be on the test.

"Mr. Zane, you are quite a surprise!" The Ancient One looked meaningfully at Zane.

"I don't understand what you're saying, sorcerer," Zane shook his head, pretending to be ignorant, but the smirk at the corner of his mouth exposed his wicked humor.

The Ancient One didn't press further. She didn't want to push Zane into an opposing camp. Over the years, she had observed Zane. Though he wasn't exactly a good person, he wasn't a world-destroying demon either. So her attitude towards him remained the same—no interference, no persuasion, letting Zane develop on his own.

"Mr. Zane, I hope you still have love for this world," the Ancient One said solemnly.

Upon hearing this, Zane dropped his playful attitude. In his mind, images of Lorna, Bastis, and Little Bone involuntarily surfaced. At the same time, a genuine warm smile appeared on his face.

"Of course."

But at that moment, another image flashed in Zane's mind—a middle-aged man sneering at him. That man was Tony Stark. Wait, who is Tony? Zane's smile vanished instantly, replaced by disgust as if he had seen something repulsive.

Unaware of Zane's change of heart, the Ancient One, satisfied with Zane's affirmative response, completely relaxed. If there were people worth cherishing in this world, Zane wouldn't fall into the abyss completely.

Zane was different from God, Jehovah, and Satan. Jehovah was ambitious, seeking to rule the world by any means after becoming a god. Even after being driven out of this world by the Ancient One, he had no attachment to humanity. Satan, on the other hand, was created by God and naturally cold-blooded.

So the Ancient One expelled them from Earth not because of their overwhelming power, but because of their lack of benevolence towards humanity.

While Zane and the Ancient One were discussing some profound topics, Satan descended once again. Still wearing his pristine white suit, but his face now clouded with a darkness ready to pour down like rainwater.

Through the contract in Hell, Satan had learned that Zane was still alive, so it was only natural that he lost in the last projection, which was obliterated by the super nuclear bomb.

Now he was here to redeem the bet, and Zane's reason for waiting here was just that. Otherwise, he would have teleported home long ago. Who wants to chat with the Ancient One? Don't they know how tiresome it is to talk to a person like her?

And the Ancient One always spoke in riddles, making Zane feel like he's lost countless brain cells.

Clearly not understanding anything, he still had to pretend to understand.

Just because one can't lower their image!

You can lose your head, you can bleed, but you can't lose your image!

In simple terms, not understanding but still insisting...

Seeing that Satan had finally arrived, Zane breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.

Satan, on the other hand, handed Zane a crystal ball with a gloomy face. Zane took a look. Inside the transparent crystal ball, countless souls were wailing.

"Thanks, Lucifer. Next time you come to the mortal realm, I'll treat you!" Zane grinned.

Satan squinted and noticed Zane's difference.

"You've awakened divine power?" Satan asked uncertainly.

"Yeah, thanks for your help. Next time you come to the mortal realm, my treat!"

Suddenly, Satan's face turned even uglier. This time, Satan could be said to have lost both his wife and soldiers. Almost all the benefits went to Zane, and he even lost a hundred million souls. He never expected Zane to awaken divine power in the end.

For the first time in thousands of years, Satan felt as aggrieved as he did today.

"I'll remember you. Souls in Hell aren't easy to get!" Satan gritted his teeth.

After saying that, he left the mortal realm and returned to Hell, not giving Zane a chance to continue mocking him.

Zane sighed and shook his head in disappointment.

"After thousands of years, why are they still so petty?"

Seeing Zane was no longer there, the Ancient One, with a face full of black lines, said nothing and directly opened the portal to return to Kamar-Taj, fearing that Zane might further provoke her.

"These old monsters have no sense of humor at all."

Seeing that there was no one around, Zane shrugged indifferently and teleported back to his villa.

Back home, Zane greeted Lorna and the others and then walked into the study, tossing the crystal ball containing a hundred million souls into [Realm of Dead].

Originally, Zane was just trying it out, but he didn't expect the crystal ball to actually go in. After all, the [Realm of Dead] couldn't contain objects.

Without thinking too much, Zane directly probed his consciousness into the [Realm of Dead] and then commanded a lizardman undead to shatter the crystal ball.

In the next moment, countless souls gushed out of it, like locusts crossing, endless.

Then the rules of the [Realm of Dead] seemed to detect these invaders and directly connected to the Magic Furnace. With infinite energy support, a mysterious pressure was generated, suppressing the one hundred million ownerless souls in place.

At this moment, Zane finally saw the appearance of these souls. It could be said that they embodied the words "old, weak, sick, and disabled" to the fullest. Some had even been tortured by Hell's minions for countless years and were almost on the verge of falling apart. It was remarkable that Satan could scavenge so many "premium" beings in Hell.

Zane disdainfully glanced and clicked his tongue, secretly thinking that Satan was almost as petty as God.

Immediately afterward, the suppressed souls began to show expressions of surprise, and some even began to kneel and worship. Not because of anything else, but because they knew they were about to dissipate. For those who had been tortured by Hell for countless years, death wasn't punishment, it was a gift.

Seeing this scene, Zane was shocked. He had thought these souls would wail, be angry, despair, or pray, but he never expected them to be grateful. Zane even felt like he had gained hundreds of thousands of followers from these one hundred million souls.

"Is death liberation? Does death give meaning to life? I understand!" Zane, sitting in the study in the real world, muttered to himself.

At the same time, the Death God's power in the lake of faith in his soul suddenly seemed to be stimulated, starting to devour the power of faith madly. The conversion efficiency increased tenfold in an instant.

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