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Isabella Constantine stood at the pier in Liverpool. She looked blankly at everything familiar and unfamiliar under the salty sea breeze.

Familiar because everything was the same as her childhood memories. She even saw the familiar group of crazy boys chasing the broken ball. As for the strangeness... that's because Isabella has long forgotten all this. After the fire, she abandoned those innocence and beauty, because she didn't deserve those memories, which were just a little bit accidentally revealed from the junk pile of her subconscious. Isabella would tear it to pieces if there were any signs of it.

But now, these memories, like those of the dead, are sweeping back out of control. It seems that because Isabella is already dead, her body and consciousness are collapsing, and this process is like a reverse flow, and it is like seizing the time to continue stabbing Isabella a few times before death, causing her to die. Go on the road with a wound that will always bleed.

The dirty children stopped, they saw Isabella, they started waving, and Isabella saw her sister. Then came Isabella's parents, who were all standing on the edge of the pier in the sunset, and they all looked at Isabella.

More dead people, this is simply a column, and each person's name is a sharp dagger.

"This is the fucking price..." Isabella stood quietly, talking to herself dryly, she was a little hesitant, she was very scared.

Not many people can maintain an optimistic attitude in the face of death. Isabella thought she could face it calmly, but she was obviously wrong. She was still the cowardly little girl she once was. Although she cut her wrist, But every time she accepted the damn gift from the devil, she ran away from the battlefield, and she refused death every time.

Now...maybe it's time.

Isabella took a long breath and took steps. She was ready to walk towards the dead people who were looking at her. She was ready to accept the end of this fucking life. She was ready to join those dead people and walk hand in hand to the end.

At this time, a dilapidated and rusty bus came slowly. Isabella noticed that the driver of the car was a skull wearing a hat. He seemed to be the driver of the Death Shuttle.

Isabella was a little confused because he didn't see the shadow of death. Death had disappeared since she cut her wrist.

Maybe it's because it's just not worth the trip myself.

Isabella smiled self-deprecatingly. She touched her pocket, but couldn't take out a cigarette. She could only curl her lips, and then walked towards the crowd of dead people on the other side.

Ah, it's all over. The final sacrifice is my highlight? I'm so fucking crazy that I actually sacrificed myself for this world! But that's right, I have no choice but to die when it all ends. I was just doing what I do best - there was no way in hell I was going to let those bastards succeed!

If you can see Odin and the others stomping their feet in anger, this life is considered worth it! And now that hell is in chaos, at least I won't fall into the hands of their grandsons!

The old car stopped, and just as Isabella had imagined, the dead began to file into the open door.

Farewell, this garbage dump world! I hope you can live happily without Constantine!

At least the new "Book of Destiny" has begun to spread a new chapter through my blood! This is the final blood sacrifice! Of course, the dominant force is all the power handed over by Chen Yu.

He could have become a being that transcended everything, he could even be above the City of Silver, but he gave up and handed over his new destiny to all lives.

Even if that doesn't bring about any good changes, because human nature is still the same, because desire is indelible, but hope will last forever.

Yes, that is the thing I despise the most, but sometimes...it is indeed so exciting!

Isabella raised her head with a smile, but she saw a hand in front of her, a cigarette held between two fingers.

Isabella was stunned. She turned around and saw herself.

"Is this a fucking joke?" Isabella muttered.

"Don't ask me, Isabella, this is your idea, the whole world is." The other self said with a bad smile, "You can choose to leave, or you can go back. It's all up to you. My choice is just your little doubt."

Isabella looked at the cigarette held in the other hand, and then turned to the other side. The dead people had already gotten into the crowded shuttle bus. The skeleton driver sounded the horn, and he urged Isabella impatiently.

"But...I'm already dead? Isn't this some evil trick?" Isabella turned back suspiciously. She looked at her other self, as if she saw a mirror rising from the shadow.

"Even if it is some kind of evil trick, will you refuse?" The other self laughed playfully, "You will still fight hard to catch it! And then try every means to let yourself take advantage of it!"

Isabella was silent for a moment, then she suddenly laughed, and stretched out her hand to her other self. She pinched the cigarette and stuffed it into her mouth.

At this moment, the shuttle bus full of dead people started. Amidst the billowing smoke, it swayed forward and never stopped.

With a "click", Isabella lit the cigarette, took a beautiful puff, and then watched her other self dissipate in the smoke.

The world began to collapse, and the docks of Liverpool seemed to have sunk into the sea. Now there was only endless darkness in front of Isabella, and the only ray of light.

Isabella walked over with a cigarette in her mouth, her hands in her pockets, and she refused to die again.

……

Isabella woke up suddenly. When she looked up, she found that she was still in the Batcave. There was nothing in front of her, and the wound on her wrist had disappeared. Isabella just knelt on the cold ground all alone. Soon, the blood flow again made her legs numb and her neck became sore. She climbed up with difficulty, and then looked around in surprise.

The low sound of the waterfall was still disturbing the tranquility of the underground world, and the rest seemed like nothing had happened. It was all like a dream of Isabella's.

Until Isabella saw the giant tree pattern carved by an unknown person on the rock wall not far away. It was the result of the confluence of all energies.

Isabella thought of something, she slowly raised her hand and pressed it on her chest.

The heart is beating powerfully.

"Chen..." Isabella grinned. She finally knew why she did not die, and she now also knew that death was not waiting for her.

Chen Yu gave his heart to Isabella. He had planned all this long ago. He knew Isabella's choice after getting the "Book of Destiny", and he believed that Isabella would choose self-sacrifice. And Chen Yu would not let Isabella die. His heart was beating in Isabella's chest now, and he took away death.

"I fucking love you so much, dear Chen!" Isabella walked to the front of the rock wall with a smile. She reached out and touched the special pattern. It quickly disappeared, and the only thing engraved on it was a line. handwriting.

At this moment, Isabella knew that Chen Yu was still alive and her journey was not over.

In this universe, there is another tricky task for her.

"I still fucking hate you, brat!" Isabella took out her pocket. She was pleased to find a pack of cigarettes in her pocket. She took it out and saw the words engraved on the white cigarette pack. Encore mark.

That's the mark of death.

"Okay, this is a good joke, death..." Isabella chuckled twice, she took out a cigarette and stuffed it into her mouth without hesitation, and then she took steps.

Isabella left the Batcave, she was going to the City of Angels, she was going to Los Angeles.

There is a castle and a Satan waiting for her.

Or... there's someone else out there, a bastard just like her.