American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Bang!

The moment the gun fired, both bodies fell backward simultaneously.

Peng, peng.

A crow flapped its wings and flew down from the sky, landing on one of the bodies, its malicious gaze fixed on Constantine, as if watching him die.

Crack—

A bolt of lightning struck from the sky.

Leaning against the wall, Constantine lowered his head, a bullet hole visible in his chest, a large patch of blood soaking his clothes and flowing out.

Heavy rain poured down on him, and he seemed unresponsive, as if dead.

Whoosh!

A pale hand suddenly shot out, grabbing the crow's body and shoving it violently into his mouth.

Pushing himself up from the ground, Alan Wake clutched his chest and chewed voraciously, his mouth unnaturally large, his chest writhing as he forced a bullet out.

As the crow was completely swallowed, the gunshot wound seemed to receive some kind of replenishment, healing rapidly.

“In this town, light and darkness are always in balance.

When the light side becomes too strong, the opposing dark side will naturally be enhanced.

Constantine... thanks to you, I possess this power.”

Standing up from the ground, Alan, his mouth full of blood, sneered.

Before Constantine appeared, Alan did not possess this ability, but after Constantine appeared, he gained the ability to control the Dark Presence.

And as his power grew, the desire within him grew stronger.

He clearly knew that he was a character specially created by the real “Alan Wake” to protect his wife, Alice.

Once the real “Alan Wake” emerged from the lake, his life would be over.

And the contents of those manuscripts, like lines of fate nailed down, made it impossible for him to resist.

“But now, I’ve succeeded, I’m free, I am…”

Opening his arms and laughing, the joy on Alan's face froze as he saw the “dead Constantine” stagger to his feet.

“Sorry to interrupt your moment of triumph.” He supported himself against the wall with one hand, pulled a rotten blood pack from his chest, and mockingly tossed a steel plate at Alan's feet.

Lowering his head, Alan looked at the steel plate at his feet, a bullet tightly embedded in it, the very bullet he had fired earlier.

“Constantine…”

“Don’t be so familiar, we're not that close!”

Waving his hand to interrupt the other's words, Constantine casually lit a cigarette under Alan's gloomy gaze, though the rain quickly extinguished it, he still took a long, satisfying drag.

“Huff... you were the one who deliberately guided us to the island in the middle of the lake, weren't you?

You were the one in the cabin, you were the one who stole the boat, and you even deliberately left that manuscript behind, so that we would come here according to the plan outlined in the manuscript.”

Revealing an expression of enjoyment, Constantine exhaled the smoke slowly from his mouth, and said.

“There were two things that I found very strange before, one was the crow corpse deliberately left in the toilet.

The other was that the timing of the truck crashing over was too perfect, just after I finished dealing with those crows…”

“What are you trying to say, Constantine?” Alan’s voice was cold, his pupils like two dark, ancient wells, reflecting death outwards.

“Heh heh… obviously, you don’t have the confidence to defeat me.

So, you had to test my abilities, and those crows showed you my magical powers.

But you thought that wasn’t safe enough, so you had a Dark Presence drive a truck over, because you knew I was there!”

Throwing the wet cigarette on the ground, Constantine leaned against the wall, his tone extremely certain.

“You chose the time perfectly, even sending crows to attack the agents here, preventing them from turning on the searchlights.

And by the way, you used a large number of the Taken to hold back Grant and the others, so they wouldn't have the energy to deal with you.

I guess you have at least two manuscripts on you, recording the story that’s happening to us now…”

Clap clap clap.

Clapping his hands, Alan suddenly smiled.

He really pulled out two manuscripts from his body, and at the end of the second manuscript, it showed the story of Constantine pushing the door open and shooting.

“As you said, I do have two manuscripts in my hand.

These are the latest manuscripts created by the real ‘Alan Wake’.

I must admit that I was the one who led you to the island that night.

According to the content of the manuscript, you should have gone to that island on the second night after arriving in Bright Falls.

But I used a little trick to get you to the island a day early and obtain that manuscript.”

A strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, as if he had suddenly won something.

“I can’t change the important plot points of the manuscript, but I can make some appropriate modifications to some minor details.

Do you know?

‘Alan Wake’ has a habit when writing books, he will blur some of the timelines, and even deliberately leave some key clues blank.

This does give readers more room for imagination, but it also gave me a chance to resist fate!”

“So… you adjusted the timeline!” Constantine grasped the key point in an instant.

“Yes, for me, who has his memories, it’s not difficult to slightly adjust the order of the timeline by taking advantage of his writing habits.

This also allowed my plan to succeed, allowing me to catch up with the latest serialized content of the manuscript…”

Leaning against the wall, Constantine understood very thoroughly: “If you regard the content of the manuscript as a planned script or fate, then you want to kill me before fate is written!”

“That’s right.”

Alan smiled, giving him an approving look.

“The following plot only exists in the mind of the writer ‘Alan Wake’, but as long as it is before he writes it, the power of fate can no longer interfere with me.

This means that even if you are the protagonist in this manuscript, I can kill you here now that fate is no longer interfering!”

“Heh heh…”

Laughing dismissively, Constantine picked up the gun from the ground.

“Kill me, aren’t you being too naive?”

“Constantine, you still don’t understand.

It’s like the novels or movies you’ve read, they are different from the real world, because from the beginning, its beginning and end, and even every word spoken by the characters inside, are designed in advance.

If the protagonist in the book or movie dies in the first half of the story, then this story has no meaning to exist.

In other words, the writer must concentrate on writing the next story.”

Spreading his hands, Alan smiled very proudly.

“And after receiving the baptism of the Dark Presence, I have completely understood where ‘Alan Wake’ is.

That is not a place where humans can stay for a long time.

Without eating or drinking, without bowel movements, a small space, no entertainment facilities, he will definitely be driven crazy by creating alone in that oppressive atmosphere for a long time!”

Intervention from the Dark Presence?

So that was it!

Constantine suddenly understood Alan's plan.

As a created character, Alan could not disobey the power of the manuscript, and if he wanted to survive and achieve freedom, he had to prevent the real “Alan Wake” from ever appearing.

Then, killing the protagonist Constantine in the manuscript, making it impossible for the story to continue, would force the real “Alan Wake” to start conceiving another story.

And once he starts conceiving, he will inevitably spend a considerable amount of time, which also means that “Alan Wake” will have to continue to create alone in that oppressive place!

It must be said that the information provided by the Dark Presence was crucial, which also allowed Alan to keenly see this point!

He wanted to escape the fate of being written by the creator, so he had to keep the real “Alan Wake” constantly changing new stories, or let the other party go crazy and fall asleep under the passage of time!

This was also his only means to jump out of the chessboard and resist fate!