Forgotten Zarathos

Meanwhile, at Zane's villa, Skynet suddenly received a message: a woman named Isabel had just jumped off a building and committed suicide at the Colombia Hospital. However, the surveillance footage in the hospital seemed to be affected by some mysterious force, and Skynet couldn't find out the reason for her suicide.

Hearing this news, Zane knew that the plot of "Constantine" had begun. This was what he had instructed Skynet to monitor.

Actually, the plot of "Constantine" was very simple: it was about the protagonist, John Constantine, going through numerous hardships and finally managing to send Satan's son, Mammon, back to hell.

However, Zane had already given up on the idea of communicating with Satan to use the power of faith. Not for any other reason, but because it was simply useless.

Different attributes of faith require completely different methods of utilization, and there's not much to learn from each other. Even if God and Satan suddenly decided to share all their knowledge with Zane, apart from broadening his horizons, there wouldn't be much benefit.

Moreover, Satan wasn't so kind as to teach Zane knowledge for free. Zane also didn't trust Satan enough to make any deals with him. Unless one day Zane could grow to the same level as him, trying to communicate now would be a 100% scam.

Thinking of this, Zane suddenly felt like he had overlooked something...

Zane pondered for a moment, then nodded as if suddenly enlightened, and sent his consciousness into the [Realm of Dead].

He almost forgot that there was still an angel driven mad by the sins of humanity here. He had been studying Mephisto's knowledge and completely ignored the Spirit of Vengeance Zarathos. Upon realizing that the attributes of faith power were different and that he couldn't learn from others, he subconsciously pushed Zarathos to the back of his mind.

Because even if he dissected Zarathos and learned how to create angelic light or hellfire, Zane couldn't use it.

Different attributes were just that frustrating. Zane had to navigate through step by step.

When Zane's consciousness entered the [Realm of Dead], he found that Zarathos had somehow broken free from the imprisonment of faith power.

At this moment, a skeleton bathed in blue flames with wings was kneeling alongside all the spirits before Zane's statue.

Zane was bewildered by this scene. What on earth?

He knew that the fiery skeleton was Zarathos, but why was he kneeling alongside those spirits? Wasn't he supposed to wreak havoc in the [Realm of Dead] as an enemy?

Zane sensed the connection of faith power and found an additional thick strand, originating from Zarathos. It was evident that he wasn't just putting on an act; he was genuinely being worshiped by Zarathos, and the amount of faith power he received from just him was equivalent to nearly 5000 spirits combined.

Unable to understand the situation, Zane directly summoned Zarathos in front of him. Since he already worshiped him, there was no way he could harm him.

As expected, faith power didn't lie. As soon as Zarathos arrived, he immediately knelt on one knee and bowed deeply, lowering his skull.

"I pay my respects to my lord!"

"Zarathos, you can raise your head."

"Humble as I am, I dare not look upon your divine countenance."

Zane felt a bit exasperated. Why did it feel like he was the old man upstairs?

"It's fine, I grant you that privilege. Please rise."

"At your command."

With Zane's affirmation, Zarathos stood up, still keeping his head slightly bowed. Zane estimated that from his angle, he could only see his own chin. But at this moment, Zane was too puzzled to pursue further.

"Zarathos, what's your situation now? Weren't we fighting tooth and nail just before? How come it's like this now?"

Upon hearing Zane's words, Zarathos didn't hesitate to kneel down again, this time even prostrating himself fully. The force was so great that even the marble floor in Zane's house cracked, causing Zane's eyebrows to twitch involuntarily.

"What the hell, can't we have a normal conversation? Why kneel every time? What's going on?" Zane muttered to himself.

"I beg the forgiveness of my God for my previous offenses."

"Alright, I forgive you. Now, tell me, what's going on?"

This time, Zane didn't let Zarathos stand up. What if he knelt down again later? He had figured out the pattern. This Zarathos was a bit of a masochist.

"God, in fact, I am no longer Zarathos. After breaking free from your imprisonment, I was shattered by the powerful space and reconstituted into a new life form from the fragments of Zarathos' soul. Thank you, God, for granting me a new life!"

As 'Zarathos' spoke, he knocked his head twice against the ground. The cracks on the floor grew wider...

And yet Zane found this scene inexplicably familiar. As his gaze swept over the skeleton of a salmon in the kitchen trash can, Zane suddenly remembered.

This was just like Bastis back then. They were both reconstituted from fragments of the original soul in the [Realm of Dead] and obeyed the dominion of the [Realm of Dead], showing absolute loyalty to him.

And the reason 'Zarathos' now worshiped him was simple: a long time ago, Zane had engraved a command in the [Realm of Dead] that all spirits entering the [Realm of Dead] must worship him, day and night, avoiding the trouble of issuing commands every time a new spirit joined.

As for Bastis, she hadn't returned to the [Realm of Dead] since five years ago, so she remained as she was initially, without worshiping Zane.

The reason Bastis didn't return, was that it was dark there, and there was no salmon to eat. Zane felt that the latter reason was the main reason why Bastis didn't return. The [Realm of Dead] only allowed souls to enter and exit; other things couldn't be brought in.

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