American comic book: My Father is Superman, am I just an NPC?

Chapter 14 Evil Spirit Invasion, Mind Battle

Inside the ruins of the wooden house.

A dark shadow, carrying a biting chill, and thick fog rolled in as it rushed toward Ian.

"Damn it! How did they escape so quickly!" Constantine, who was standing in front of Ian, changed his expression drastically and hurriedly raised his hand, trying to pull out something from his trench coat to ward off evil spirits.

However, the shadowy figure was too fast, too fast for anyone to react effectively. Like a giant truck, it smashed into Constantine, who was blocking its path.

Constantine's body arced through the air before crashing heavily into Charles, who was running towards him with a water bottle. The two of them were sent flying awkwardly against the unstable wall.

"Come! Become my nourishment! Delicious child!" The evil spirit seemed to be very hungry for a child like Ian, and it directly crashed into Ian's chest and pierced through it.

"Constantine is indeed an unreliable, lousy, and jinx!" Ian only had time to utter a curse before he felt the whole world begin to spin.

at the same time.

The system in my mind also responded with a notification sound.

[Affected by a special soul, Berserker class experience points increased by +1]

With this notification, Ian successfully upgraded to the [Berserker] class, and he could clearly feel that his abilities in all aspects had improved accordingly.

Strength: 3.5-5.6

[Constitution: 3.0 — 4.5]

Intelligence: 2.3 - 2.4

[Spirit: 2.7-2.9]

[Upgrade Reward: +1 Job Skill Point, Rank Weight Increased]

This should have been something to be happy about, but Ian still couldn't be happy. He didn't even care anymore to think about what the so-called "increased status and weight" meant.

"Where is this place?"

I saw.

When Ian's vision cleared again, he found himself standing in an unfamiliar room, an eerie and gloomy room where the temperature was below 0 degrees Celsius.

Black veins crawled across the walls, writhing with an eerie rhythm. Outside, the darkness was as thick as ink, boundless and oppressive, as if it didn't exist at all, or as if everything had been swallowed up—this was clearly no longer a space belonging to reality.

Ian couldn't even open the windows of the house. The windows looked like they had been 3D printed on. When he smashed them against the glass, all he could hear was a dull thud, like hitting bricks.

It feels really wrong.

"The dimensions of mind and soul?"

Ian looked up at the ceiling, where scarlet water droplets, like blood, seeped from the cracks in the ceiling, dripping slowly and heavily onto the floor.

"Da~"

"Da~"

"Da~"

……

Ian wiped the water droplets that had splashed onto his forehead; they were very sticky. The air seemed to be filled with the smell of rust. The blood seeping from the ceiling quickly gathered into horrifying pools of blood on the floor.

"very scary."

Ian felt he should be feeling fear, but his body seemed to have entered a rebellious phase prematurely, which not only failed to make him feel afraid but also increased his anger.

Perhaps this is a characteristic of the Berserker class? Anyway, Ian felt it definitely wasn't his problem. Although he had some psychological issues, he shouldn't have reached such a perverted level.

"I'm a boy who has always admired the Teletubbies and the Night Baby!" Under Ian's gaze, the semi-transparent bar of anger in the lower right corner of his face slowly rose.

at the same time.

Ian's four-dimensional attributes are also being boosted accordingly.

The effects of the Blood Reversal Furnace are still at work in this world of thought and soul, which probably proves that Ian is still being attacked by the evil spirits of the attackers.

"Psychic attack?"

Ian looked around.

The only wooden door in the room slowly opened with a creaking sound.

A dark figure stood in the darkness.

It was an evil spirit dressed in tattered nun's clothes, its pale face completely twisted and deformed, its mouth torn all the way to its ears, and pus and blood constantly flowing from its dark eye sockets.

It gave Ian a malicious, grotesque grin, and dark brown blood dripped from its two rows of fangs. Ian could smell a nauseating stench from a distance. "How many years has it been since it brushed its teeth?"

Ian swallowed hard.

The anger level rose slightly again. Just then, the light in the room suddenly began to flicker, the changing light instantly creating a tense atmosphere.

I saw.

Each time light and darkness alternate.

The evil spirit of the nun standing by the wooden door will get closer to Ian.

It's like it's flashing.

In the blink of an eye, it appeared directly in front of Ian, stretched out its withered hands, grabbed Ian's neck tightly, and strangled Ian with great force.

"Suffer, wail!"

The nun's voice was shrill and piercing, full of power, vicious and cruel. However, the atmosphere, which should have been terrifying, became inexplicably awkward and stiff.

no way.

It's because Ian didn't cooperate and struggle.

"Are you stupid?"

Ian's expression was strange. He raised his fist and slammed it into the face of the nun's evil spirit. "Do you think I need to breathe? We're free from the shackles of flesh and blood now!"

Punch after punch.

Ian smashed the evil spirit, causing it to stagger backward. Its already ugly face caved in, splattering pus and blood, and sending bits of flesh flying. Most of its head was smashed into pieces.

"what happened!"

The evil spirit looked utterly astonished.

It seemed to find it hard to believe that it was so weak. Soon, after Ian kicked it to the ground, it seemed to finally understand what was going on.

"I have not drawn your fear! Impossible! Where is your fear! Where is your dread!" The nun's evil spirit let out a piercing scream, her roar filled with incomprehension and confusion.

It wanted to escape and hide.

But Ian rushed up and stepped on his head.

"Yeah! Where did you hide my fear and apprehension? Give it back to me!" Ian turned the tables, his fists raining down on me.

The nun's evil spirit's entire head had been smashed into a pie-like shape. However, it remained defiant, still roaring venomously at Ian despite its horrific state.

"This is just your last struggle. In the real world, your life is already rapidly fading away! No human body can withstand my torment!"

"Five minutes! Your life will only last for five more minutes!" She was clearly trying to instill fear in Ian, and her mangled body emitted a maniacal laugh.

"Ok?"

Ian's fist did indeed stop.

but.

The evil spirit strangely discovered that it still couldn't draw upon the power of the other's fear.

"I have to take you down in five minutes..." Ian did feel the urgency; his astonishing intelligence of 2.4 was operating at lightning speed.

It's definitely better to trust yourself than to trust Constantine outside.

five minutes.

How can he save himself?
"Human...you can't destroy someone like me..." The evil spirit laughed loudly, but before it could finish its boastful words, it found that Ian had climbed all over it.

In an instant.

The evil spirit's arrogant and sarcastic words came to an abrupt halt. Instead, the nun evil spirit was the first to show fear.

"Ah!!! What are you doing!?"

More than just fear.

I was still very flustered.

Its wailing echoed throughout the entire world of thought.

(End of this chapter)