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"Do you believe in fate, John?" Isabella took a puff of cigarette, while her left hand held the black box that seemed to contain a deck of cards.

The box looked very strange. It was dark as if it had been blackened by fire, and it was made of wood. This could be easily determined by the cracks under the dark surface.

The parts that were not blackened revealed patterns of stars and moons, which were a little childish and a little grotesque. They were more like illustrations in fairy tales, because they all had eyes and smiling faces.

John was actually no stranger to this. During his time on the streets, he had come into contact with all kinds of people from all walks of life. He had learned magic techniques, not to mention that Zatanna and her serious father were famous magicians, and they also had The kind of magic cabinet used to transform people into living beings, the patterns on it are always so gaudy.

Now, the box containing the cards seems to be a miniature magic cabinet. It cannot be empty, but it must be hiding something fishy.

This is the role of magic props, which are essentially cheating and deception.

"Ha! Mentioning his elder brother in front of a big boss of the Endless Family? And then asking me to ridicule him for snooping around the world every day while holding a small notebook?" John always felt that the box Isabella was holding contained something while he was laughing. A whole universe.

It's like a Schrödinger box with a cat in it.

"I'm asking this question very seriously, John." Isabella didn't smile, she was very serious, as if the answer John gave was very important to her.

The smile on John's face also disappeared. He looked directly at himself in another parallel reality. He looked at another extremely absurd, yet extremely real possibility.

"I don't know, dear. Fate and luck, those two things seem so ordinary, don't they? People like you and me are always good at hiding a few cards in our hands to ensure that luck is on our side. Cards." John said very calmly while holding a cigarette, "But sometimes others will play the same trick, and sometimes your pride can blind you. In fact, we are like blind men who see everything. No, I think fate is the same, otherwise we should all be shackled. Freedom, this damn gift seems so sweet, it makes us believe that there are still options, we can fight, we still have hope..."

John paused, looking down at the blurry shadow at his feet.

Daniel silently observed John on the side. He seemed to really just want to be a bystander, but his flashing deep eyes showed that he was thinking, even hesitant.

"All the people I know died. They were the victims of their choices. They fought, they did not hesitate, and even died decisively. But what did they gain? What did my world gain? Everything they did has What's the point?" John shook his head when he spoke again. He sighed softly, but it was not that sad, or there was no emotional fluctuation at all. He seemed to be just stating a desperate fact, "I don't know, but this It's what fate tells me, nothing is permanent. Damn, I even thought fate was that old boy Marquez!"

"But you still haven't given up struggling." Isabella said equally calmly, "You can't predict your future, but you still won't change."

"No one can fucking change me! I can be desperate, I can be in pain, but no one can make me change!" John raised his eyes again, "The same goes for you, right? We are all addicts who refuse to die. What we greedily feed on is life itself, and that's your trump card, right? But you mentioned fate, and that's our only choice, alone."

"Humans... they always make me feel like I can't see the end."

A calm and slightly frivolous voice suddenly appeared.

Isabella, John and Daniel all looked at the blond man who appeared in the dark castle hall.

The man was wearing a white suit, and there was no smile on his mature and steady face under short blond hair. He put his hands in his pockets and walked calmly and elegantly, like a proud king who despised all creation.

In fact, he did once own an entire Scorched Earth Kingdom, and now he also owns an entire new universe.

Even though the man has changed a lot, his essence has not changed at all. Like Constantine, he will never abandon his current path for anyone.

He is Lucifer Morningstar, the former Archangel Samael, the being who created the entire creation together with Michael.

Now, John finally knew that Isabella's questions and answers just now were all for Lucifer. She had really attracted the owner of this castle, making a arrogant and terrifying existence look at two ordinary mortals.

John's heart finally began to beat rapidly in uncontrollable fear.

"One Hundred Years of Solitude, I have actually read this book. It is not bad. At least Marquez is self-aware. He is a rare sober person, but this still cannot answer any questions in the dilemma, just like you don't Maybe give up preying on the weak and give up the pursuit of desire." Lucifer stood beside Daniel indifferently. When he saw Daniel, he seemed to have a little more suspicion and surprise, but the subtle emotional fluctuations disappeared instantly. , "You broke into my home without permission and ignored the rules set by me as the master. With such despicable behavior, you actually tried to negotiate terms with me? Or... do you think you are holding on to the money that Chen Yu gave you? Do you think you can sit on the same level as me at the gambling table?"

The light around him that didn't know where it came from was much dimmed. Although there were no wings on Lucifer's back, his shadow seemed to spread out a pair of dark wings.

John almost bit off the cigarette butt when he was nervous. He didn't know what specific trump card Isabella got. She mentioned a Tarot card called "Touchstone" created by an angel. She mentioned destiny. She mentioned a person who seemed to be able to make Lucifer Reasons for unconditional compromise.

There is also the legend of the Sirens, and the unborn child with the power of prophecy.

"Tell me, why don't I just let you fend for yourself here? Why don't I turn around and leave, waiting for God's creation to be completely annihilated?" Lucifer's golden eyes have been staring at the cards in Isabella's hand. He is now Even though he was attracted by that thing, he was not afraid, nor was he hiding his panic. He knew what it was, and he didn't think it was a threat.

"Because when faith takes root and sprouts in your universe, when your image begins to coincide with God, your experiment will fail, and you will have no chance to prove you again." Isabella looked directly at Lucifer, she Her voice was trembling, and she was obviously scared, but she didn't move. She had to hold on, "Do you want to think about life in nothingness? The humans you mock have already given the answer. Marquez can't solve this problem." It’s a paradoxical dilemma, and you can’t. Including God, this is the price you need to pay, isn’t it?”

Lucifer clapped his hands dryly after a few seconds of silence, "You can sit at my table, mortals."