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Chapter 65 – Magicians Are All Crazy
🕑 Added 2025-03-02 13:33:02 +0000 UTC
Noah wasn’t exactly sure where the mental hospital where Isabella had committed suicide was located, but with Constantine’s guidance, getting there became ridiculously easy.
He didn’t bother calling Chase’s taxi. In fact, he didn’t even consider bringing Chase along. Instead, he simply grabbed Constantine and teleported.
The next moment, the two of them stood right in front of the hospital’s gate.
“Bloody hell! A little warning next time?” Constantine groaned, shaking his head as he tried to steady himself.
He had been through a lot—demons, exorcisms, and all sorts of supernatural horrors—but teleportation? That was something he just couldn’t stomach. It wasn’t motion sickness, it was... something worse. Especially when he wasn’t prepared for it.
Noah, unfazed as usual, simply waved his hand. “Don’t worry about it. Who knows when the next time will be? Let’s move. By the way, how’s Mammon supposed to enter this world?”
“There are two ways—actually, forget it. You don’t need to know the first. The second way is through water, and I’m betting that’s the one we’re dealing with.”
Noah raised an eyebrow. “I already figured that out, but why water?”
Constantine looked at him incredulously. “You don’t know what water does?”
Noah thought about it for a second as they walked, then the realization hit him.
The Mexican scavenger was already a corpse. Even if a demon had taken him over, it wouldn’t be a perfect vessel.
But water? That was a different story. In the magical world, water had excellent conductivity.
Especially for magic.
Its fluidity made it an ideal medium, though its effectiveness diminished once frozen. If water didn’t have such properties, then high-conductive magical metals like mithril wouldn’t be so sought after.
Using water as a conduit to bring Mammon through made perfect sense. And considering the location—where Angela’s sister had drowned herself—it would likely be extremely potent.
Rubbing his chin, Noah pieced it all together. The Mammon embryo was still inside Angela, meaning the real danger hadn’t even started yet.
The only real threat would be Satan himself.
But that was fine—Noah was pretty confident Satan wouldn’t show up as long as Constantine didn’t die.
“Why does this feel too easy?” Noah muttered to himself, feeling a bit uneasy.
The Ministry of Magic had been in a full-blown panic about this. But now that he was here, everything seemed manageable.
Then again… maybe that was just him cheating.
If he didn’t already know the general situation, things would be a lot more unpredictable, forcing him to think on his feet.
But knowing the overall direction of the events? That made everything easier.
It was like playing a game with map hacks on. If you knew where the enemy was hiding, dealing with them became a matter of strategy rather than guesswork.
If you didn’t? Well, then you had to second-guess every move.
“Eh, no point overthinking it. Let’s just save Angela.” Noah shrugged. “I’m guessing she’s at the pool?”
Constantine nodded. “Yeah. If I had to bet, that’s where she is.”
Though he was more interested in whatever strange expression Noah had just made.
Was it… nervousness? Or confidence?
Either way, Constantine decided not to ask.
Trying to understand the thought process of a magician was a one-way ticket to insanity.
The two walked forward cautiously, and soon, they started hearing something—low, eerie sounds, like distant wails from another world.
It wasn’t just noise. It was wrong.
Like the echoes of hell itself.
Constantine’s face darkened. “That’s the sound of hell.”
Noah smirked. “Yeah… and from the sound of it, we’ve got quite the welcoming party.”
For an ordinary person, just hearing these sounds would have been enough to break their sanity.
Unfortunately for the demons waiting inside, neither Noah nor Constantine were ordinary.
The only thing that set these creatures apart from normal people was that they were more durable. Stronger, maybe.
But in Noah’s eyes, that hardly counted as an advantage.
In fact, if Hermione had been here, he was pretty sure she could organize these demons into a neat, color-coded seating arrangement before they even realized what was happening.
They reached the pool lounge and pushed open the doors.
Inside, the place was packed with demons.
All of them stood eerily still, eyes glowing with a faint red light as they turned to face the two intruders.
Noah took one look at them and raised an eyebrow.
“Wow. You guys hosting a demon convention?” He glanced around the room before adding, “I’m assuming you did register this gathering with the Ministry of Magic, right?”
The demons remained silent, their sluggish expressions slowly twisting into something colder.
A few of them even looked nervous.
Huh. So the Ministry actually had a decent reputation here. Who would’ve thought?
“Well, judging by your faces, I think I already know the answer.” Noah smirked and casually reached into his coat.
A second later, his wand was in his hand.
“No need for a long speech. Just a quick ‘welcome back to hell’ should suffice.”
The moment the words left his mouth, silver light flared from his wand.
The demons reacted instantly, lunging forward.
Too bad for them, Noah was already mid-cast.
A year of brutal training under “Whatever You Request” and countless hours honing his skills in the system’s training space had pushed his magic to a level that rivaled full-fledged adult magicians.
His casting speed? Insanely fast.
His firepower? Even crazier.
"Shatter!"
With a single swipe of his wand, magic surged forward in an explosive wave.
The room erupted in flames and raw arcane energy.
Demons were obliterated in an instant, their bodies torn apart before they could even react.
Noah didn’t stop there. His wand flicked left, right, and center—each motion unleashing more devastation.
The demons tried to fight back, but it was like watching cockroaches scurry under a magnifying glass on a hot day.
Constantine, meanwhile, just stood there.
He had pulled out his gun, fully prepared to start blasting… only to realize there was nothing left to shoot.
By the time he managed to blink, Noah had already wiped out nearly all of them.
Constantine slowly lowered his gun, let out a deep breath, and muttered,
“You magicians… you’re all bloody insane.”
Noah turned, stepping over the smoldering remains of a demon. “Maybe. But most of the time, it’s just about understanding how the world works.” He gestured to the destruction around them. “It’s not too different from physics and chemistry, really.”
Constantine narrowed his eyes. “That’s a terrifying thing to say.”
Noah just grinned.
“Anyway, you’ll help me, right?” Constantine asked, still slightly dazed from what he had just witnessed.
“Of course,” Noah nodded. “I keep my promises. And besides…” He glanced toward the pool.
“I still need your help, too.”
