Constantine's gaze grew even more melancholic.
Alas, what a waste of such a useful group of friends.
He won't have the chance to ask them for help anymore.
Constantine, whose mood was a bit low from not making new friends, expertly exhaled smoke rings. He had once again returned to his previous roguish demeanor.
After blowing a perfect smoke ring, he spoke, "Speaking of which, let's get back to business. How do we deal with Miss Raven's tyrannical father? That title is really strange. Why don't you consider changing it to a more auspicious alias?"
"Raven of Death... spreading plague and disease, that's just too awful."
When the name Raven came up, Constantine couldn't help but complain.
Aaron said with a serious expression, "You have a point, I wholeheartedly agree on that. The name Raven is too ominous. If you ask me, Constantine would be very suitable for that alias."
Constantine's face darkened. "Hey, stop talking about me. I'll sue you for defamation."
Seeing the playful look in Aaron's eyes, Constantine reacted and quickly pleaded for mercy, "Alright, I understand. So you two have 'that' kind of relationship. Okay, it's my fault, I shouldn't have teased."
"However... this girl and you..."
Constantine winked at Sara.
He seemed to want to see a good show.
However, Sara naturally held Aaron's right hand.
Aaron, meanwhile, had one arm around Raven and the other around Sara, a playful look on his face. "They are all my women, any problem?"
Constantine's mouth hung open, completely unaware that his beloved cigarette had fallen to the ground.
"You... you guys... alright, it seems I'm ignorant."
Constantine gave a thumbs-up and said, "You're truly brave. Now I don't have to worry about my threat level being too high."
Raven was the daughter of Trigon, and he knew that the ultra-dimensional demon, though seemingly rough and crude, was actually very concerned about his reputation.
If the other party found out that some playboy had slept with his daughter and was even having a threesome, hiss... he wouldn't be surprised if this world was destroyed a hundred times over.
But to be fair, Aaron was truly handsome, and Raven was truly beautiful, worthy of being the daughter of a Demon King.
Even Constantine was thinking whether he should find an opportunity to hook up with a witch, or even a demon man if a witch wasn't available.
As he spoke, Constantine took out another cigarette, achieving the feat of never being without one.
As he lit his cigarette, he looked at Aaron and the two women, a momentary trance washing over him.
His heart, however, sighed silently, "What a pity, what a waste."
To think he had experienced countless women and men, but he had never experienced such high-quality companions.
At this moment, Aaron's gaze inadvertently swept over, and for some reason, Constantine shuddered.
He understood—it was a warning look.
Constantine instantly snapped out of his trance.
He almost forgot, this guy in front of him might be an avatar of some big shot—he shouldn't even think about it.
"You, come here." Aaron pointed at Constantine.
Constantine's scalp tingled. "Big brother, handsome guy, big shot, I apologize, I repent, I didn't do it on purpose, I truly don't have any bad thoughts."
Aaron said with a half-smile, "I know. I'm just calling you over to give you a buff. Everyone gets one, and you're no exception."
Constantine's face held a smile, yet it also looked a bit like he was about to cry.
He glanced at Rip, who nodded.
He then looked at Mick, Atom, and the others, who showed no surprise, seemingly already aware of this matter.
Is it true?
But... he was still scared.
Constantine stammered, "Um... can I not come over? Actually, I don't need it... Oh, right, I remember now, I do have a lot of bad luck on me."
"There are also many demon marks, including the king of hell, the First Fallen, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and other powerful Archdukes of Hell and of course, Miss Raven's father, Trigon."
"I am full of ill omens."
So many Demon King marks... how exactly did you live to this age? By selling your ass? Fuck!
This time, without Aaron even needing to speak, Rip and the others' expressions changed drastically, and they all retreated.
Jefferson and Martin simply merged into Firestorm, their bodies burning with an endless, vibrant flame, as if doing so could burn away and isolate the bad luck.
Everyone else silently hid behind Firestorm, and Rip even activated his full-protection spacesuit. If the timing wasn't so inappropriate, he really wanted to go back and change into his highest-level protective suit.
Everyone was terrified of Constantine coming over, as if merely approaching him would cause them to contract ill omens, leading to them being dismembered by Demon Kings, their souls tormented and burned by warriors—no, most likely, they would also be divided up by the Demon Kings.
Constantine no longer complained about Rip and the others looking at him like he was a plague god. He cautiously watched Aaron.
Sara and Raven both wanted to distance themselves from Constantine.
Sara hesitated, "Daddy, how about... we just skip Constantine? Anyway, he's already so unlucky, there's no difference whether he has protection or not, right? It can't get any worse than it already is?"
Raven nodded.
She was the daughter of the Demon King Trigon. But just hearing the titles of these Demon Kings Constantine mentioned, even Trigon himself would have to think twice.
Although Sara's words were hurtful, Constantine nodded. "Yes, that's right."
However, Aaron had already prepared by adding a layer of golden light armor to himself, Raven, and Sara.
This was a protective divine light composed of the power of the Seven Deadly Sins, the Dark Heart, the Inhibition Field, Grand Unification Force, Divine Purification, and other forces, possessing super protection.
It could block, but was not limited to, bacteria and viruses, nano and quark-level life, quantum-level ultra-microscopic existences, magical viruses from the dark or mystical side, curses, light-based abilities, eerie auras at the extra-dimensional level, and of course, some rule-level powers.
Such as death curses, dark corruption, soul extraction, and so on.
Let alone the marks on Constantine, even if it were truly the curse of bad luck, it would fail to affect the three of them.
"Thanks for the reminder. Now we can continue."
Aaron gestured for Constantine to come over obediently.
The latter looked at the fully armored trio and for a moment didn't know whether to smile bitterly or be happy.
The bitter smile was because he truly had become the source of plague and bad luck.
The happiness was that he could make such a mysterious and powerful big shot fully arm themselves without lifting a finger.
Aside from anything else, this level of treatment, even if he died now, would be worth the price.
Constantine still couldn't escape, and he walked in, steeling himself.
Aaron raised his hand and touched him. Constantine felt a profound and mysterious power surging into his heart.
He didn't feel the discomfort that Rip and others did, because he was already familiar with it.
What's a few buffs?
He had been subjected to many buffs and even possessions when facing those Demon Lords before, and his body had long grown accustomed to it, so he wasn't surprised.
However, this time, he gained fire immunity and resistance to dark aura erosion buffs—a positive buff was truly a first.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime experience!
After the dark erosion resistance buff was applied, Constantine actually felt his body lighten considerably for a moment, as if certain things were suppressed and expelled.
He seemed to understand—those were the curses the demons he had killed had placed on him.
It was not serious, at least for him it was a minor issue. But this feeling of lightness made Constantine wish he could smoke three cigarettes in one go to celebrate.
"Cough, cough, so refreshing, is this heaven?!"
Constantine cried out in comfort, like he had reached the peak of… that.
Aaron pulled Raven and Sara, who were also holding their breath, back in disgust.
He's truly a pervert!
However—
Looking at the abilities obtained after devouring a part of Constantine, Aaron didn't know what to say.
[Smooth Talker: You have gained Constantine's certified master-level lying ability, which allows you to make others believe your lies more easily through "eloquence," and the effect is doubled when dealing with demons and women!]
Good heavens, I didn't even get Smooth Talker from Loki, but I got it from you.
And you still say you're not the God of Lies!
Aaron glanced at Constantine speechlessly, then looked at the other new abilities.
[Compendium of Magic (Constantine): You have gained all of Constantine's magical traits, including but not limited to divine magic, black magic, demon spells, gypsy witchcraft...]
[Many Hands Make Light Work: In times of crisis, you can gather friends, relatives, enemies, strangers, etc. The more people you gather, the more good luck you will gain, and the easier it will be to overcome the crisis. However, the cost is that the people you gather will have their average luck reduced, and there is a chance that some "lucky spectators" will randomly appear and receive special attention.]
[Demon Bane (Constantine): You have gained the Demon Bane trait, dealing double damage to demons and other dark entities. At the same time, demons' innate favorability towards you will decrease, making it easier to attract their covetous gazes and attacks.]
Aaron carefully sensed the four abilities.
Except for Compendium of Magic, which was relatively "normal," the other three were a bit strange.
Smooth Talker has special effectiveness against demons and women. No wonder Constantine could always manipulate women and demons repeatedly.
So you put your skill points into lying.
As for Compendium of Magic, there's not much to say, except that Constantine is truly a talent, dabbling in various mystical sides, focusing on comprehensive development.
Many Hands Make Light Work... it has a bit of a conceptual ability feel to it.
Aaron seriously suspected that this thing was a trait derived from Constantine's ill-fated destiny.
Absorbing others' good luck to strengthen himself. No wonder Constantine always survived, but his friends and comrades who participated would always suffer random casualties or injuries.
On one hand, they were specifically targeted by the demons who constantly watched Constantine.
I can't kill you, Constantine, but can't I deal with your close friends?
On the other hand, they were affected by Constantine's destiny and became scapegoats. How could they not die?
Considering the enemies Constantine provoked...
To be his friend, it's a blessing from heaven if you don't die. You must have saved the world in your previous life?
Demon Bane is also very powerful, especially for Aaron. Once he faces those powerful Demon Lords, it's double special attack damage.
By the way, are demons also considered gods?
Then, coupled with Diana's [Godslayer], there's also a special attack bonus, and his ultimate strength can be boosted up to ten times.
If he were to face Lucifer one day...
By the way, is Lucifer considered a demon? He should also be subject to special attack damage, right?
Besides that, Aaron also obtained information about the Hellish demons from Constantine.
He knew the locations and some information about over ninety-nine percent of the mid-to-high-level demons in DC. Perhaps these demons all had "dealings" with Constantine.
Constantine wasn't lying—he had indeed dealt with many powerful demons.
In his memories, there was a lot of information about Demons like Beelzebub, the Lord of Flies, the First of the Fallen, the original Satan, and Asmodeus.
If Constantine hadn't dealt with them, he wouldn't have had so much information.
Moreover, Aaron also discovered that the Primordial Furnace had replicated at least a thousand different demon marks.
Now, if he wished, he could easily replicate these demon marks and then give them as gifts to others. Then that person would be targeted by the owners of the marks.
If this person didn't possess Constantine's destiny, then it would be best to pray for them, hoping they would die quickly, amen.