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After saying his promise as a god, Dante stood up from the ground. At this time, Dante was shrouded in a silvery-white light. Under the silvery-white light, Dante's wounds healed quickly. For just a few seconds, Dante looked unharmed.

"Look"

Dante reached out for the ubiquitous but intangible light. He looked at Chas, his eyes full of regret and relief.

"I'm right." Dante showed his divine light to Chas and spoke slowly: "My will is recognized by divinity and the will of the universe. This proves that the inference I just made is completely correct. Kill me." The dead policeman was actually a hero, and this mistake will always be with me until I draw his soul into my kingdom of God, until I fulfill my promise and give him the glory he deserves, this stain will not disappear "

Chase looked at Dante blankly. He nodded in a daze at first, and then shook his head rapidly.

"Dante, you are absolutely wrong to think so." Chas waved his arms desperately. He could not agree with Dante's thoughts: "He killed two innocent people, he hurt many innocent people, these are all his crime"

"No" Dante shouted, interrupting Chas.

"Chas, what you said is indeed true, but don't forget that the situation he faces is completely different from you and me. Perhaps in his eyes, he is fighting countless demons."

Dante stretched out his right hand and knocked on his chest.

"What you said are all mistakes he made. Not every mistake can be called a sin. My opinion is recognized by divinity. He made mistakes, but I forgive him."

"Dante, can you stop talking about gods and gods all the time? You didn't become a god in the past, and now you are just a little better than a mortal. You are just a mortal. When he killed someone, he killed innocent people. Man, even if he is still alive, even if everything is found out, even if he is really hallucinating, he will still be arrested, because murder is a crime."

"Killing is a crime. You actually said that killing is a crime." Dante kept pacing anxiously: "In every war, countless mortals and even gods will die. Everyone who walks off the battlefield has taken the lives of others. "

Dante punched the air hard, and he kept roaring at Chas.

"In my opinion, those who uphold their creed are not guilty, those who die in the charge are not guilty, those who kill the enemy in front of the battle are not guilty, and those who never escape are not guilty. War may be evil, but warriors who persist in their beliefs and are loyal to their will are not guilty."

The divine light on Dante's body continued to shine brightly, and countless free energies quickly poured into Dante's body.

"I used to be very weak, and I am very weak now, but no matter in the past or in the future, when I dare to light the divine fire, I will be the god I believe in."

After Dante finished speaking, he glanced at Chas silently.

"Now may not be a good time for you and me to communicate. My emotions are a bit extreme. I'm going to go for a walk."

After Dante finished speaking, he ignored Chas' reaction and walked towards the door. This incident made Dante see many things clearly. He saw clearly the gap between himself and today's society. He knew that as time passed, he Will get more rejections from more people.

But so what

Chas looked at Dante leaving in annoyance. He couldn't find a reason to stop Dante, so he quickly came behind Dante.

"Hey," he said, facing Dante's doubtful eyes, "Maybe we have differences, but we are still friends. I think I need to take you for a walk around the city."

Chase said as he took out a roll of bills from his pants pocket.

"At least I have money and you don't. You need me, don't you?"

"Ha ha"

Dante laughed and patted Chas on the shoulder.

"You're right, friend."

The silvery white light gradually dissipated, and Dante's body had returned to its original state, leaving not even a trace of scar.

Chase glanced at Dante's body with envy. Dante's muscle lines made him feel ashamed.

"Dante, let me take you to choose an outfit first. In addition, you also need a phone number. Oh, by the way, you don't have a Social Security number yet. I have to find a friend to help you get one. You don't know my magic. Can you help me find my friend?”

Chas rambled on, which made Dante smile knowingly. Dante knew that he was not the only one who had a creed, Chas also had his own creed.

"Chas" Dante interrupted Chas and said, "Can you find out where the body of the policeman I killed will be placed? I think I should go to worship and record the information about his soul. , so that I can search for his soul in the future.”

"Okay." Chas agreed quickly. Compared with getting a Social Security number for Dante, this matter was nothing.

"But you have to cover your face, after all you just died yesterday" Chas added.

Dante heard Chase's words and shook his head quickly.

"Sorry, except for protective gear, I don't have the habit of covering my face. I can't cover my face sneakily like a thief. As for trouble, let them come to me."

Just after Dante finished speaking, he suddenly realized something, and then he smiled shyly.

"But should I put on some clothes? Besides, I don't even have any shoes on."

Chas looked at Dante helplessly. He didn't believe he could change Dante's will, so he decided to use magic to cover his face. As for Dante's problem.

"There are clothes in the car, but no shoes. You can wear John's first. I'll finish buying the clothes later."

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Let's take a shower and then you can put on your clothes. "

"Okay" Dante didn't mind at all. How could a god have athlete's foot? Besides, Constantine doesn't look like a black magician who has athlete's foot.

The Social Security Number represents the identity certificate of a U.S. citizen and is related to things that are necessary for driver's license, medical care, credit cards, phone cards, etc. Of course, applying for a Social Security Number must go through a series of procedures, and not everyone can apply for a Social Security Number.

Especially for people like Dante who have no identity record at all, applying for a Social Security number should be a luxury.

However, fortunately, Chas is a barely qualified magic apprentice.

After Chas and Dante rushed to the Social Security Bureau, Chas did not take the SS5 application form handed over by the staff. Chas directly took out a piece of white paper, and he touched three times on the white paper with his right hand. After looking around, he handed the blank paper to the staff.

The staff member looked at Chas with a puzzled look on his face, and he showed Chas the white paper in his hand.

"What do you mean?"

"Hey" just when the staff member asked, Chas quickly stretched out his hand to grab it, and then spread the air that seemed to be grasped in his hand to the staff member, and murmured: "We are friends, aren't we?" , you will help me”

“Friend, I don’t even know you.”

"No, no, no," Chase repeated the previous action several times until the staff member's expression changed.

"Yeah, we're friends. Oh my god, did you lose your Social Security card again?"

The staff muttered to themselves as if they had suddenly realized something.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to enter your identity information right now. Dante, don't lose your Social Security card all the time. It's very troublesome. Fortunately, you have me as a friend. Otherwise, you might have to wait. "Long time"

The staff quickly went through a series of procedures for Dante, and Chas smiled softly at Dante.

"Looks like I've found another friend, doesn't it?"

Thirteen minutes later, Dante took his Social Security card and walked out of the Social Security Bureau in small steps. Constantine's shoes were a little too small, and Dante felt like his toes were about to be squeezed out of the shoes.

In the clothing store, after being teased by the female shopping guide no less than ten times, Dante finally chose his own clothes, black trousers, well-fitting leather shoes, a white shirt, a silk vest, and a black coat made of Italian cashmere, which matched Dante's. With her long silver hair, the female shopping guide is already wet just by looking at her. Of course, it is only her pupils that are wet. When some people are excited, their pupils will become wet involuntarily. Therefore, there is a saying in society that they are so fucked that they cry.

Later, Chas accompanied Dante to buy an ordinary phone. Dante didn't like the burden of having to carry it with him, so he chose the thinnest phone that was not too big. Unexpectedly, The phone was also the most expensive, nearly all the money Chas had brought.

After getting the phone, Dante recorded the phone numbers of Chas and Constantine. After getting familiar with the operation, Dante, who originally said he didn't like this thing, actually started playing with it excitedly.

Chas drove Dante to Rich's house, but luckily Rich had already gone home.

"Oh my god, you are still alive"

Richie excitedly opened the computer, and on the computer was a picture of Dante taking care of a pregnant woman.

"You know, before this, I only saw you once from a distance, but after that, I always regretted not talking to you when we met. Your kindness at the Mexican restaurant moved me deeply. You are better than Zha Kang Ten thousand times better”

Richie excitedly grabbed Dante's arm and pulled Dante into the house.

"Dante, can I call you this? Oh no, I'm so excited. God, I thought you were dead, but you actually appeared in my home alive. It was an angel who brought you here. ""

"It's me," Chas said displeasedly, "Rich, you completely forgot about me."

"Sorry, very sorry." Richie just glanced at Chas casually: "You can do whatever you want."

"Dante, let's continue talking. You know, I hacked into the police station's computer and found the autopsy report related to you. The forensic doctors are very sure that you are dead. I mean, but you are not dead, even Not even a single scar can be seen.”

Richie awkwardly pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, knowing that the question he was about to ask would be a bit disrespectful.

"I really can't help but ask you, can you tell me how you were resurrected?" Richie's face turned red nervously: "I know it might be a secret, okay, it's my fault, I take it back Previous question, but can you tell me what it will be like after death?"

Dante chuckled and looked at Richie. Richie's performance made Dante very happy. Dante could feel that the seeds of faith were growing in Richie's heart.

"I am a god"

Dante chose to answer Richie's first question.

Rich suddenly showed a look of realization: "Are you the incarnation of Jesus in the world?"

"No" Dante rolled his eyes: "Of course not, I'm not Jesus, I'm just me, I'm Dante."

Dante patted Richie on the shoulder.

"Richie, if you are Constantine's friend, then you are my friend. If you need any help, just come to me."

Dante carefully diverted Richie's attention. He was really afraid that Richie would ask about his feelings after death.

To be honest, the feeling of being pressed against the ground by Death's fingers and constantly being rubbed is really terrible.