American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Crack!

It sounded like glass shattering.

"Ha... ha......"

Alan abruptly opened his eyes and found himself lying on a bed.

The room was dark. He fumbled for the bedside lamp and turned it on. In the light, Alan glanced at his side.

Alice?

His eyes widened. Alan felt like he was seeing a hallucination.

"Honey, you're awake? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

His wife, Alice, opened her eyes at the right moment, her tone and expression exactly as he remembered.

Without a word, Alan got out of bed barefoot. He sized up the room, then walked straight to the window and yanked the curtains open.

Boom!

A bolt of lightning struck, and he recognized the city before him.

New York!

Seeing the strange look on his face, Alice swayed off the bed. She affectionately took Alan's hand, but Alan pushed her away.

"No, you can't be my wife. You're a thrall of the Darkness. My wife, she, she......"

Forgotten memories kept returning. Alan retreated backward, holding his head.

Exposed, Alice's pupils turned pitch black in an instant. She stared at Alan's face, bewitching him.

"Alan, wouldn't it be nice to stay here forever? We can live a good life here, safe and sound together......"

Whoosh—

A figure crashed through the window, smashing the glass and pinning the impostor Alice to the ground.

"Next time you dream, remember to dream a little smaller......"

Turning his head, Constantine complained to Alan behind him.

"A city as big as New York? It's not easy finding you!"

Underneath him, Alice naturally wouldn't remain passive. She raised her hands, trying to claw at Constantine's face with her nails.

Bang!

A bullet was fired, blowing her head apart.

"Oh, sh*t, you killed her?!"

Alan, behind him, was so scared he almost jumped.

Spitting on the corpse on the ground, Constantine stood up, covered in blood. He turned sideways, pointing the golden shotgun at Alan's forehead.

"Hey, buddy, wait, isn't there some kind of misunderstanding between us?!"

Flustered, Alan raised his hands, anxiously trying to explain.

But Constantine just looked at him expressionlessly: "You're overthinking it. I'm just calling you to wake up!"

"What?"

Bang!

......

Everything went black before his eyes. When he opened them again, Alan scrambled up from the ground in terror.

Gun, bullet, Alice... and then, he saw a familiar face.

Wiping his right hand on Alan, Constantine gave a faint smile.

"Welcome back, Mr. Alan Wake. Now let's discuss the ending of this story."

Ending? What ending?

Just waking up, Alan's mind was still a little muddled.

"Never mind the whys and wherefores......"

Winking at Grant to help him up, Constantine pulled Alan over and sat him in the chair in front of the desk.

"Ahem... Now, I'll say it, and you write it!"

Write what?

Looking at the black typewriter in front of him, Alan began to understand. He was about to object when he heard Constantine say.

"Ah~ Under the wise and mighty leadership of Constantine, Grant and his subordinates brought Alan Wake out of Cauldron Lake. The warm sunlight shone down, dispelling the dark forces that had been entrenched in Bright Falls for who knows how many years......

Something like that. I'm saying it dryly. You're a writer, remember to embellish it a little!"

"......"

Alan refused. What kind of corny, half-baked novel was this, ending in less than 20 pages? He would rather die than write such garbage......

"Ouch! Did you hit me?!"

"What if I hit you? I want to beat you up too!"

Glaring, Constantine waved his fist at him fiercely, cursing.

"Damn! Do you really think you're writing a novel?

If it weren't for me, were you planning to write another book after this one was done?!"

Uh......

Alan's lips moved. To be honest, he really had that plan, and he even had the name of the next book in mind.

As the saying goes, there must be a balance between light and darkness. Two books, one dark and one light, would be very artistic.

Then, he felt a pain in his face. This time it was Grant who hit him.

"Sh*t! Put down that writer's pretension of yours and honestly write what Constantine tells you to!

What if it's less than 20 pages? Haven't you ever seen a 20-page short story?"

At this time, several of Grant's men came over and whispered: "Captain, the door here can't be opened. We have no way to get out of here."

"I understand."

Replying, Grant told them to rest for the time being. Since they couldn't open the door and leave, the only way was to rely on Alan to quickly write the ending of the novel and use the magical power of the manuscript to get them out of here!

Helpless, Alan had no choice but to follow Constantine's instructions, slightly revise the passage, and type it out.

But, how should he put it? He did write it, but it seemed like the other side didn't acknowledge the ending. They waited for a long time, but nothing happened.

"See, I knew this wouldn't work!

Otherwise, why would we need a writer? Wouldn't it be enough to just pull over a literate guy?"

Spreading his hands, Alan had a I-knew-it-all-along expression, which made Grant's hands itch.

Bang!

Firing a shot, Constantine watched the bullet hole in the wall quickly repair itself and suddenly smiled.

Amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, he took out a coin and casually tossed it to Alan Wake. Alan慌乱的接过来，露出疑惑不解的目光.

"What is this?"

"A magical item.

The effect of using it is very simple. Just flip the coin. If it's heads, you'll get a pretty strong healing effect.

But if it's tails......"

"Uh... tails, what happens?"

"Heh heh... If it's tails, the curse from the coin will summon a lightning bolt to strike the person holding it."

Saying this, Constantine sized Alan up with disdain, and said with Alan looking worried.

"Looking at you, so weak, I guess your body wouldn't survive a lightning strike......"

Hearing this, Alan's hand shook, and the coin accidentally fell to the ground.

Clatter......

In that instant, the room suddenly fell silent, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the spinning coin.

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

Click.

Looking dejected, Alan was so scared that his face turned pale.

"It's... tails!"

Boom!

A thick lightning bolt, without rhyme or reason, fell from the sky. It fiercely struck Cauldron Lake, brutally striking the wooden house where they were.

The wooden house shook!

A strong sense of weightlessness came from the ground, and several people flew into the air, unstable. The coin on the ground, unattended, bounced upward in the shaking of the wooden house and started spinning again.

Click.

This time... it's still tails.

Boom—!