Chapter 285 I'm a magician

The performance was a success.

Johnny successfully leaped across a football field under the gaze of tens of thousands of spectators at the venue and hundreds of thousands more watching the broadcast on TV, setting another world record.

"Mr. Invincible!"

"Johnny!"

A tremendous cheer erupted at the venue.

Sitting in the front row, Anton ears were almost deafened by the noise.

However, accustomed to such spectacles, Anton wasn't particularly moved by Johnny successful challenge.

It was all destined.

Johnny must have anticipated this as well.

Before Mephisto could use Johnny to achieve his own ends, he would not let Johnny die.

Anton gaze fell on Johnny, surrounded by a crowd. He could see that Johnny expression wasn't as ecstatic or thrilled as everyone expected, but rather it carried a hint of heaviness.

This made Anton even more certain that Johnny had indeed become aware of something.

From the time "Hellblazer" finished filming to Johnny undertaking this thrilling world record challenge, during the production period, and following Anton hints, Johnny had come to a clear understanding and judgment about his past experiences, specifically the old man with white hair he had seen.

A demon.

That white-haired old man was a real demon.

Johnny had no doubt about this.

After the Battle of New York, Thor name echoed around the world.

As a deity from Norse mythology.

Thor appearance validated the authenticity of ancient myths.

With this, along with his own real-life experiences, what reason did Johnny have to doubt the existence of demons?

"Great job!"

"You've broken the world record again, you're like a god!"

"Oh my god, my heart was almost leaping out, Johnny!"

The team members closely surrounded Johnny Blaze.

Johnny forced a smile and nodded, barely managing to squeeze a trace of joy onto his face.

The people around him were caught in extreme excitement, completely unaware of Johnny unease.

Suddenly.

Johnny gaze passed through a gap in the crowd, landing on Anton in the front row. His eyes suddenly brightened.

"Excuse me."

He pushed through the team members in front of him and walked toward Anton.

However.

Seeing him approach, Anton merely smiled slightly, stood up, and walked into an inner corridor of the stadium, quickly disappearing from his sight.

"Wait, Anton!"

Johnny expression changed slightly he couldn't understand why Anton was avoiding him.

By the time he finally made his way out of the crowd, Anton had already vanished.

Johnny stood still, his face a mask of confusion and helplessness.

He felt as if Anton had abandoned him.

Recalling the promises Anton had made during the film production, he involuntarily clenched his fist.

Others are never obligated to help him.

Having grown up and faced many hardships, Johnny had long understood this truth.

He gave a bitter smile, turned around, and went back to his team members.

"Let go."

"Let celebrate!"

The team members surrounded him once again.

Elsewhere.

Anton had already left the stadium.

Contrary to what Johnny might think, it wasn't that Anton was unwilling to help rather, inside the stadium just wasn't the right time for a meaningful conversation.

Helping Johnny deal with the invasion from the hell dimension would represent several million points of justice.

Such an opportunity was not to be wasted.

After all, using an avatar wouldn't cause any loss to his real self.

Just now, after Johnny highly publicized challenge, with tens of thousands of eyes at the venue and hundreds of thousands more through television, revealing his true form would certainly have exposed him.

That was unnecessary.

As a well-known director and the only non-superhero member of the Justice League, with social media followers exceeding even Tony Stark, an in-person meeting with Johnny on television would undoubtedly draw unwanted attention.

That was not the outcome Anton wanted.

His visit today to watch Johnny stunt was merely to check on Johnny condition.

The real contact should be made by Constantine.

Soon.

Night fell.

After the celebrations, Johnny returned to his residence in Los Angeles.

He didn't drink any alcohol, so his mind was clear.

Drinking would cause him to have nightmares.

Every attempt to drink had left him waking up in cold sweat.

Previously, he didn't understand why, even thinking he might be ill. Only recently had he realized the reason.

It was because of that nightmarish event in his youth.

Sitting on the couch at home, he turned on the TV, where a special program about howler monkeys on the Discovery Channel was playing.

This should have been his favorite kind of TV show, yet Johnny sat there with a blank expression, staring at the TV without really seeing it.

In fact, there was something he hadn't told anyone.

Whenever he was pushing his limits, riding his motorcycle over any challenging distance, whenever he felt certain he couldn't make it, that he was surely going to die, there would always be some mysterious force supporting him, helping him just achieve his target.

Nine world records.

No, this was the tenth time now, and it was always the same.

The old Johnny thought it was just an illusion, but the current Johnny was absolutely certain his feeling was real.

Including the next time, at the most dangerous moment, he would still rely on this unknown force to succeed.

This wasn't because he had the ability, but rather, because someone was silently assisting him from behind.

This help was not without expectations of a return.

The reason for the silence was that the helper had greater demands.

Knock, knock, knock!

At that moment, a knock sounded at the door.

"Who is it?"

Johnny snapped back to attention, slightly furrowing his brow, thinking it was his agent who had just dropped him off: "Mark?"

He got up and walked toward the door.

But then he stopped in his tracks, a chill running down his spine.

If it was Mark, he wouldn't knock like that.

Most crucially, Mark had a key to his house.

"Who exactly is it?"

Johnny clenched his fist, grabbed a helmet from nearby, and swung it a couple of times before slowly heading to the door.

"I'm here to help you."

Suddenly, a voice came from the other side of the door.

"Here to help me?"

Johnny pondered for a moment, then opened the door to see a completely unfamiliar figure.

It was a very suave-looking blond man.

In Johnny view, the stranger was dressed in a beige trench coat, leaning against the railing next to the door, casually flicking a cigarette away.

His gaze shifted over Johnny and then he revealed a meaningful smile.

"Let me introduce myself."

The blond man spoke: "My name is John Constantine, and I'm a magician."

"A magician?"

Johnny was taken aback: "I..."

"You don't need to say anything. I know who you are, and I know everything you've been through."

Constantine spoke, his last statement quickly earning Johnny trust.

"Anton sent me."