PFC Chapter 3987 MU Superbody Major Event (67)
Chapter 3987 MU Superbody Major Event (67)
Chapter 3987 MU: The Superbody Incident (Sixty-Seven)
“Back to Earth.” Constantine turned to Schiller and said, “Considering Anya will be spending most of her time on Earth in the future, this permanent body must be created on Earth to ensure that the body can adapt to the environment. And considering that she is surrounded by mutants, the body should ideally have some special powers, at least magical affinity, so that she can at least be a magician.”
Schiller nodded. Although Constantine's methods often relied on the adage "lust is a double-edged sword," sometimes the method isn't as important as the result. Just tell me whether he got the job done or not.
Regarding Anya's body, Eric and Charles had actually been preparing for it for a long time, but unfortunately, creating a body for a soul was not so easy.
This was something Stark should have done, and he had tried, but neither creating a mechanical body nor a magical body primarily based on magic could force the soul of a former living person into it. This is not quite the same as igniting a soul.
The soul ignition process involves the body first, followed by the creation of the soul, while Anya's process involves the soul first, followed by the creation of the body around that soul. The former has actually been happening all along on Earth; the birth of a newborn involves the physical union of sperm and egg before the soul flame is ignited.
However, if a body could be easily created from a soul, then humans would never die. A body could simply be replaced when it expired, and soul energy could be replenished with magical energy, making everyone immortal—clearly violating the laws of the universe. Therefore, accomplishing this is exceptionally difficult.
While Anya could live in and barely control the bodies Stark created, it felt more like driving a car than naturally controlling her original body. This became a problem that troubled Eric and Charles.
However, Constantine was an anomaly. Among magicians, he belonged to the unorthodox path, his research not based on the traditional magical knowledge passed down through generations. He had his own magical system, which, whether judged by its appearance or its underlying principles, deviated somewhat from the realm of magic and was more akin to an omnipotent power of creation.
Take the ash clones he uses, for example. This is not a simple illusion. Each body is real, but in reality, it does not exist. It is a specialization of certain magical energy, which is transformed into another kind of power from a deeper level of the universe. Once it is manifested, almost no detection instrument or person can detect it.
This is what allows him to jump around in front of Magneto; Magneto can't catch his clone.
But these clones possess all of Constantine's power, or rather, they are Constantine himself, projections of a part of him. He can transfer his body and soul to these clones at any time. It is through this art of deception and illusion that Constantine has been able to survive and thrive despite being hunted by so many demons.
This technology can also be used to create a body for Anya. In essence, the body is not created, but rather a projection based on deep cosmic forces.
Schiller had no idea how Constantine had managed to decipher the deeper forces of this universe. However, judging from his familiarity with the superheroes of this universe, this wasn't his first time here, and he had probably been researching these things for a while.
Schiller was just about to agree that "garbage is a resource in the wrong place" when Constantine proved to him that "garbage should stay where garbage should stay."
Upon arriving on Earth, Constantine went straight to the New York Temple to consult its collection. Schiller, upon hearing this news, finally breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a tinge of disappointment. Constantine's decision not to go out and cause trouble greatly reduced his workload, but as the saying goes, "If you don't do stupid things, you won't die," and few could accept him returning home alive and well.
After reading for about a morning, Constantine began his experiments. He started by trying to summon a demon, or rather, call it. Despite the magical defense network, a call could still be made with the correct number.
Constantine first called Mephisto, but Mephisto was probably busy filming a movie and didn't answer, thus escaping unscathed. Next, he called Crimson and the Dark Dimension Lord, but both of them were probably asleep, and no one answered his calls.
He then called Vishanti, who answered, but Vishanti had extensive connections throughout the universe, and they couldn't hide Constantine's telecom fraud from them. They promptly rejected Constantine's offer. He even called the Temple of Eternity, but unfortunately, Eternity was still away from those few mischievous demon kings and hadn't returned yet.
Constantine gritted his teeth. In his own universe, he used to be highly sought after. He could make a phone call and several people would take turns answering it. No matter how loudly they cursed when they answered, it at least meant that he was valued.
This universe is really something else; none of these great demons are dedicated to their jobs, they're not even answering their phones. Do they really have such a strong sense of crisis, knowing I have ill intentions, that they're deliberately hiding?
Constantine flipped through the Yellow Pages for ages before finally settling on one name—the Great Shadow, Sithon.
Constantine didn't choose him at first because this guy didn't seem very strong. Despite being labeled as a "possessor of chaotic power," Constantine deduced from his rich experience that the more fundamental the power represented, the less likely it was to be messed with. Otherwise, the universe administrator would teach him a lesson. Dealing with this kind of guy would be too easy to reboot the universe.
However, none of his priority targets answered the phone, so Constantine had no other choice but to call Sithon reluctantly. The guy, who called himself the Great Shadow, was surprisingly friendly and immediately said he was willing to cooperate and would send someone to talk to him right away.
When Schiller, who was guarding the temple entrance, saw Wanda, he felt both relieved, thinking, "I knew it," and gloating, thinking, "You're finished." But when he saw Jarvis following behind Wanda, he became a little uncertain.
Generally speaking, if you flirt with Wanda, she won't hold it against you. To be precise, Wanda is the kind of person who prefers to avoid trouble. As long as you don't cross her bottom line, she won't make a big deal out of it. However, the Witch has another characteristic: she will never allow anyone to harm her family and friends.
In other words, Schiller wasn't worried about Constantine flirting with Wanda; he was worried that Constantine would be beaten to death by Wanda for flirting with Jarvis.
But this was business, and Schiller had no reason to stop them. Wanda seemed to be in a good mood as she greeted him and then went inside.
Constantine, who was fiddling with a magic circle indoors, looked up and saw an exceptionally beautiful red-haired woman. She had long, fiery red hair, a gentle face, a full figure, and was radiant, like the Virgin Mary descended to earth.
“Wow,” Constantine exclaimed.
Then, a silver-haired man walked in. His features were like the most exquisite sculpture that humans could design, filled with a mechanical, inorganic beauty. His red pupils had slight mechanical patterns, and when they turned slightly, they carried a completely different kind of vitality.
“…Wow!” Constantine exclaimed, raising his voice.
Wanda didn't recognize him, but Jarvis had already scanned his file. From that vast collection of information, where not a single complete sentence could pass the 18+ censorship, Jarvis quickly pieced together Constantine's lewd and violent life.
He quickly reached out and grabbed Wanda, who was still trying to walk forward, and said, "He's a sorcerer, be careful."
Wanda, puzzled, nodded and said, "Of course, he's definitely a mage. Otherwise, how could he be in the temple and call Sithon?"
"Okay, let me put it another way. He's a mental patient and a drug addict. He's been smoking for over 20 years, and every 1.3 breaths he coughs out can kill a baby mole."
Wanda quickly retreated to the temple entrance, gently covering her lower abdomen with her hand. She was pregnant and had to stay far away from this source of pollution.
"Why are you calling my wife?" Jarvis asked, squinting.
“Your wife?” Constantine was taken aback, then said, “Oh, so she’s actually transgender? I mean, of course, of course, I’m not being discriminatory, but can transgender people get pregnant?”
"The demon you contacted uses the same power as my wife. Just tell me what's on your mind."
Constantine then realized what was happening and said, "Scarlet Witch, right? Sorry, but your wife is a bit different from most Scarlet Witches in this universe. How should I put it, most of them look tired and sad, while your wife is a little too radiant."
Jarvis's expression softened for a moment. Then Wanda reached out and tugged at him. Jarvis cleared his throat and said, "What do you want with Sithon?"
"I need some power. Don't get me wrong, it's not for myself. You should know Magneto's youngest daughter, right? Professor X approached me to help Anya customize a body, but the process is actually a bit complicated. I need some energy to experiment and put it into practice. Can you lend me some power?"
Jarvis opened his mouth. He didn't think Constantine would lie about this, because contacting Professor X was too easy, and the consequences of deceiving Magneto and Professor X were too severe; no one would be foolish enough to attempt it. Constantine dared to take on this task, so he must be confident.
However, Jarvis knew best how difficult this was. Many super geniuses here couldn't do it, but Constantine was so sure that it could be done. Is it really true that the outsider is better at chanting scriptures?
While Jarvis was still hesitating, Constantine said, "You must be wondering why a scoundrel like me would suddenly have the idea to help a little girl. To be honest, it can definitely be called helping, because it doesn't really benefit me much. After all, Batman's mission for me was just to get some energy, and what I got from the Sanctum Sanctorum exchange was enough."
"However, I've encountered something like this before, a long time ago, I've almost forgotten it. It seems like a demon appeared in a theater, and a little girl begged me for help, but I couldn't save her. I'm not a person with overflowing sympathy, I don't even remember what that little girl looked like, but if this happened again, I would choose to save her, because it's not a difficult thing for me now, just a small favor. Anya is the same, I'm happy to do good deeds when it's not troublesome, consider it an investment in the future."
These words were spoken frankly, directly, and sincerely; there was truly nothing wrong with them. Jarvis turned around and saw Wanda's sympathetic gaze, though it was unclear whether she was sympathizing with Constantine's plight or with the little girl he had mentioned who had tragically died.
Jarvis couldn't help but cover his eyes. Wanda's overflowing maternal instincts were usually a good thing, but not necessarily now.