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"You know the story of "The Wizard of Oz," right?" Constantine sat on the cloud-like ground in the cocoon room and smoked, while his eyes looked at the bubbles in the sky and the universe inside them. In the parallel reality where the furnace was destroyed, "Dorothy was taken to Oz by a tornado. In order to return home, she followed the Witch of the North's request and went all the way to the Emerald City..."

"I know this fairy tale, Mr. Constantine." Dr. Harrison replied mechanically, "Dorothy looked for a way home under the guidance of the witch. She killed the Witch of the West and saved Oz and the Emerald. city……"

"Courage, wisdom, adventurous spirit...brainwashed by American supremacy!" Constantine snorted while holding a cigarette, "A girl easily believed the words of the Witch of the North, and she happily went to the Emerald City, and Easily believing a liar magician who couldn't do magic, and then killed the Witch of the West. And guess what? Dorothy didn't come home at all, the magician dumped her and ran away! Dorothy finally Only then did she realize that the magic shoes under her feet could always take her home.”

"What do you want to say? What do you want to prove?" Dr. Harrison turned to look at Constantine and asked, "Deny a utopia? Deny magic?"

"No...you really think Oz is a utopia?" Constantine said while puffing out smoke. "Magic doesn't help at all."

"Perhaps Dorothy knew this all along, just like when she took the magic shoe from the dead Witch of the East and pretended it was just an ordinary shoe, she pretended not to know the witch's intentions, she pretended not to know the magician was there Use her. Maybe she just wanted to be a hero in the land of Oz, admired by thousands of people. So, Dorothy chose to take this path, even if she knew she was being used." Dr. Harrison said calmly , "This is something you can't get in reality, especially in Kansas in 1900."

"Destined hero, ha!" Constantine snorted, "Maybe Dorothy created the land of Oz, but it was just a dream of hers! Magic, heroes, adventure, she even created those imaginary enemies! Then What? Willing to be a puppet, she won’t even leave! She stayed in Oz like an addiction, letting everyone push her into one conspiracy after another. This is not a utopia at all, Oz is just her dream to It's just an excuse to compromise with reality! Here, she doesn't have to make a choice, she doesn't have to face an unknown future, and she doesn't have to grow up..."

"That's enough!" Dr. Harrison's tone suddenly had a hint of anger.

Constantine grinned, because he had proved a point.

Crazy Jane's personality is still there, and maybe other personalities are also there. They are all hiding. They are escaping from the uncertain future and life. They have created a Dr. Harrison who is even more unhuman than Chen Yu. They are escaping. Everything is within this Oz-like cocoon.

"What are you laughing at?" Dr. Harrison asked coldly.

"It's nothing, I just think... Dorothy will still come home with me." Constantine held a cigarette in his mouth and raised his head, "Oz is not a utopia, and there are no magic shoes, but the way back is always there. ,simple."

"I'm not Jane." Dr. Harrison looked at the parallel realities inside those bubbles again.

"We'll see." Constantine smiled, "I don't live in Ravenskan for nothing!"

……

The dead man clutched the needle in his hand tightly. He had no idea what it was, but he now knew that the needle was amplifying his power.

The dead man's current spirit body is even constantly expanding, as if it is being expanded to cover the entire universe.

Countless lives, countless thoughts and memories passed through his spirit body like meteors in those light filaments.

The dead man even saw the circus trapeze artist who was Boston Brand, his living self, the selfish, arrogant bastard.

Everyone around Boston hated him, he never cared about anyone, he was abusive and indifferent to the life and death of others.

Until the "accident" happened.

If there really is cause and effect, Boston will be a loyal believer, because he knew from the moment he became a dead man that the result was almost a matter of course.

Hate enough to kill someone?

Then you should know how much Boston was hated during his lifetime.

And an opportunity was placed in front of the dead man, at least that's what the god Rama said. That guy used the dead man and made him a puppet to interfere in other people's lives. He called it atonement, guidance and help. This would make the dead person a good person, a nice...dead person, and get a ticket to the afterlife.

Oh shit! fart!

Dead men have long since grown tired of doing this dirty work!

Because the dead man already knows what a bastard he is! And the bastard still interferes in other people's lives after death? Possessing the bodies of those living people and leading those lives to follow the arranged path? Let them get over their sorrow and pain and face life again?

It's all nonsense! How could such artificial and secret manipulation allow those people to find a way out? They just became "lucky" dolls! Become one of those people who don’t know anything and suddenly become as successful as if they won the lottery! But the problem is still there. They see no hope at all, and their hearts are still fragile. Once the mirror in front of them disappears, and once the dead leave their lives, they will lose their support and fall into a darker abyss again.

Therefore, the dead man found Isabella Constantine, and through this sorceress, he found the demon Son of the Dawn.

The dead no longer serve God Rama, and he no longer interferes with those lives. He would rather be used by the devil and become a thug.

Perhaps this is atonement. Between life and death without peace, he has been watching the end of the world as a spirit body, and then returned to nothingness.

Or maybe... this is just self-destruction.

So...what now?

The dead man looks at the vast ocean of life, he looks at the memory of the whole universe, and he listens to the voice of every life.

Joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, conspiracy and calculation, evil is supreme...

Is this another interference? Do I really want to listen to that kid and guide all beings to complete a certain task? If the universe ends here, isn't it the destined ending?

Destiny, destruction...freedom.

There was a confused expression on the dead man's translucent pale face, but he didn't stop, and he didn't even know why.

Which one is freedom, giving life a second chance to live or giving life the power to die freely regardless of the outcome? Which one is not a selfish act that pulls the strings?

why me?

The dead man suddenly became angry and roared silently.

Am I a victim of every fucking plan? Why the hell do I have to be pushed by those bastards to do this shit? Why will I die? Why do I stay in this fucked-up state?

why me? Why……

The dead man inadvertently saw a planet that was being bombarded by a terrifying fleet. He saw a woman holding a crying child.

Why……

The dead man continued forward, his pupilless white eyes gleaming.

A man held up the steel plate and rescued two people. The man knew that he was destined to be crushed to death, but he still persisted until he was exhausted.

Why……

Mortals like ants rushed toward those indescribable black shadows tragically. They were not afraid of death, even though they knew that destruction was close at hand. But that is their home, and they regard death as home.

The dead man looked at the needle in his hand and the countless light threads connected in series.

redemption.

Maybe this is a self-salvation.

Rama didn't understand because he didn't understand the problem either.

The answer is not important, because it is a question that does not need to be answered.

why me? Why did I become a tragic victim? Why am I the last one on the line?

"Why can't it be me?" The dead man grinned. He was relieved. He finally understood that this was the meaning of his existence.

The dead man merged into the light, and he turned into the last thread of light, pulling all lives towards the end. He finally knew that he had to take this step, and he had to make a choice.

Yes, this has always been just his choice and has nothing to do with anyone else.

Save others?

of course.

Do you need to fucking say this?